When Jiang Chen came out of the balcony, Wei Qingqing had already gotten up, and after washing, she was lying on the table, writing lyrics.

She wants to write a song, and of course the protagonist is Jiang Chen.

Hearing the sound of the glass door of the balcony, Wei Qingqing turned his head with a smile on his face: "Are you done?"

Jiang Chen smiled: "Yohe, you got up early, I thought you were still sleeping lazily, and you were about to lift the quilt to see your shyness?"

Wei Qingqing snorted in his mouth, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "I saw that you were busy, so I didn't bother you, I just had a little inspiration, write the lyrics, ......"

Jiang Chen moved his body, with a smile on his face: "The Hung Hom Sports Tube on Hong Kong Island is a holy place for concerts, have you ever thought about singing there?"

A self-deprecating smile flashed on Wei Qingqing's face: "Forget it, there are few works, it's too early to say this......"

Jiang Chen took out a spiritual liquid from the storage ring and drank it with a grunt: "It's better to come early than to come by chance, since you have come, let's do one?"

"Now, are you kidding? It's all places where celebrities sing, I'm an amateur now, how can I be qualified!" Wei Qingqing said with an incredulous expression.

Jiang Chen stood by the window, standing with his hands in his hands, showing his domineering.

He overlooked Kowloon City in the distance: "Stars also come from amateurs, I said you are a star, you are a star, just a concert, nothing difficult!"

"But ......" Wei Qingqing was still a little unconfident.

"It's nothing, you hurry up and sort out your own works, and I'll take care of the rest!" Jiang Chen's eyes flashed brightly, and his tone was irrefutable.

"Okay!" Wei Qingqing replied with a trembling voice.

Excited, excited, moved......

All kinds of feelings came one after another, and her long-cherished wish for many years was about to be realized with the help of Jiang Chen, and she was a little mixed.

The longer she gets along with Jiang Chen, the more inferior Wei Qingqing becomes, she finds that Jiang Chen is so good and omnipotent, she can only look up to Jiang Chen.

Sometimes, she also thinks that if she can become a star, maybe there will be less pressure to get along with Jiang Chen.

"Let's go, let's go have morning tea!" Jiang Chen said after a brief wash.

Hong Kong Island is most famous for its Cantonese morning tea, so why not experience it?

Wei Qingqing drew a light makeup, and the two walked out of the presidential suite, and as soon as they arrived in the corridor, Jiang Chen noticed a little strangeness, and there were people sneaking peeks in the stairwells at both ends, as if they were spying on them.

Jiang Chen glanced at it, didn't care at all, and entered the elevator with a cold snort.

Really.

Entering the hotel lobby from the elevator, early in the morning, there were many people sitting in the lounge area in the hall, some of these people were reading newspapers, some were drinking coffee and chatting, like tourists.

But looking at the past carefully, all their afterglow was on Jiang Chen and Wei Qingqing.

There were several people with hidden microphones on their collars, and when they saw Jiang Chen appear, they pinched their collars to report.

Jiang Chen walked through the hall expressionlessly, with a trace of doubt in his heart.

It seems that these people should not belong to the same force, they are in twos and threes, and they are a group with each other.

It shouldn't all be from the Guo family, right?

A bunch of ordinary people, what's wrong with him, anyway, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, who dares to make a mistake and suppress it with backhand.

The weather on Hong Kong Island is good today, with blue skies and white clouds, and a gentle breeze.

The two were mixed in the hurried flow of people, walking on the streets of Central, Wei Qingqing looked at the skyscrapers on both sides, and was in a good mood, she happily told Jiang Chen some strategies for Hong Kong Island in her travelogue.

Jiang Chen listened with a relaxed expression, while looking behind them with his spare eyes.

Since he came out of the hotel, some of the people in the gang also followed, their hiding and anti-detection capabilities are very strong, if they are ordinary people, it is difficult to detect at all, but Jiang Chen said otherwise.

"A bunch of flies who don't know whether they are alive or dead......" Jiang Chen snorted coldly in his heart.

Wei Qingqing checked on the Internet, and the closest to the two was the "Lan Fangyuan" tea restaurant, which is very famous for its stockings milk tea.

For these, Jiang Chen had no sense, it should be the most delicious thing on the earth, and it couldn't compare to his spiritual liquid.

But now she came out to take Wei Qingqing to relax, so it's up to her.

The two followed the navigation for five minutes and came to the front of a Chinese-style building, which was the peak time for morning tea, and there were many people dining, but it was very large inside, and there were a few more locations.

In order to have a clean meal, Jiang Chen paid twice the price and chose a box by the window, where he sat and ate, and could see the busy streets.

The decoration inside Lan Fang Yuan is very retro, with huge dark green ceiling fans, slightly mottled Chinese furniture, and mosaic floor tiles, full of texture.

Wei Qingqing ordered abalone roasted wheat, fresh meat and shrimp dumplings, car noodles, fish balls, rice rolls and other scenic snacks, and two cups of stockings milk tea. The food was served quickly, and the two were just about to start, but the door of the box was pushed open.

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, our morning tea on Hong Kong Island is not bad, right?"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in his thirties, tall and strong, with a fierce face, wearing a black penny, and his faintly exposed wrists and neck were full of cyan tattoos.

He had a cigar in his mouth and a smile on his face, like an old friend.

As soon as he entered the door, he pulled out the chair by the round table and sat opposite Jiang Chen, looking at Jiang Chen with a smile. Behind him stood five tall men, expressionless, with their hands behind their backs.

One of them slammed the door of the box shut and leaned his back against it.

Wei Qingqing was startled when he saw someone suddenly breaking in, glanced at Jiang Chen, and did not speak.

With what happened to the dock, Wei Qingqing still believed in Jiang Chen's strength!

Facing the intrusion of several people, Jiang Chen turned a blind eye, patted her hand easily, and picked up a shrimp dumpling: "Well, this shrimp dumpling is okay, you can try it!"

Wei Qingqing looked at him, a smile flashed on his face, and the whole person relaxed a lot.

"Mr. Jiang, two bad news, one good news, which one do you want to hear?" Seeing Jiang Chen and Wei Qingqing eating morning tea for ten minutes, this smiling middle-aged man couldn't help it.

Jiang Chen didn't ask where he came from, and said lightly: "Bad news!"

The middle-aged man laughed a few times: "Mr. Jiang is really bright, then I will answer truthfully." ”

"The first bad news, the Hong Kong Island PTU and the Serious Crime Unit have begun to investigate you, and it is estimated that you will be found soon!"

"The second bad news, the Guo family has already said no to your conditions, they will not fulfill Guo Manting's promise!"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "I know a lot, but what about the good news?"

"The good news is that we're here to help!"

The middle-aged man snorted the cigar in his mouth and said in a very non-standard Mandarin.

(End of chapter)