Four hours after he was assassinated at five o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing called Zhou Manmiao.

At nine o'clock in the evening in Zhencheng, Zhou Manmiao was looking at the company's financial situation.

Since her boyfriend supported her to start a business in the footwear and clothing industry, it has been almost a year, and the results have been better than expected.

30 million D currency principal, a loss of more than 27 million, and a balance of more than 2 million.

Distressedly, she had to go to Zhenggong to borrow money, and she didn't know how to speak.

After thinking about it, it's better to have a boyfriend, to be a coquettish and sell a.

As soon as I picked up my phone, my boyfriend called.

"Husband," Zhou Manmiao greeted sweetly on the phone, "Good morning."

Zhou Manmiao's voice was already crispy, and it was deliberately soft, making Zhang Jing's whole body ten pounds lighter, "Honey, how is your clothing brand business?"

"Uh..." Zhou Manmiao, who had long wavy hair, was dumbfounded, and said stubbornly, "It's not bad, I still have 2.32 million left in my entrepreneurial capital."

"Mi Yuan?" Zhang Jing asked casually.

「.... It's D-Coins."

Zhang Jing: "...."

In this case, you can cheat when you gain or lose, otherwise you can't resist the loss.

Fortunately, Zhang Jing never thought that the three groups could make money from the beginning, so he was not disappointed when he heard the news.

"Barbie and a team of fashion designers, a total of five people, will arrive at Zhencheng International Airport tomorrow, and you will send someone to pick them up and arrange accommodation and a studio for them."

Zhou Manmiao didn't expect her boyfriend to arrange backup for her, so she agreed again and again.

It was a small surprise to discover that Barbie had a flair for designing clothes.

Working with Xiao Xiaotian is also a small surprise.

The most important thing at the moment is to take revenge on the Marquis de Dilian family with all his might, crippling and killing it in one go.

Prevent the grass from being cut without roots, and the wind blows and grows.

In addition, there is another important matter, thinking of this, Zhang Jing called Mike.

An hour later, the farm only had a small squirrel helicopter and left for downtown Los Angeles.

Higgins has been sending people to keep an eye on Zhang Jing.

I never thought that the enemy, who had never gone out by helicopter, would actually travel by helicopter.

It was bloody, and the third wave of sharks, who had been lying in ambush on the road away from the farm, had to retreat.

Zhang Jing guessed that someone was blocking him on the road, so he flew away unexpectedly.

Before flying, you need to apply to the air traffic control yamen, and it is easy to pass.

When he landed in the backyard of No. 1550, Zhang Jing called Kandra.

I didn't know before, but fortunately, I inquired, and many people who follow the farm account support Candra.

Support for her to lick.

Kandra is masturbating iron at her home at 638 Siena Road in Bel Air.

All kinds of things need a good body, so exercise is one of her daily routines.

I didn't expect Zhang Jinghui to call, his hands were sweaty, he wiped his clothes dry, and hurriedly answered.

"Zhang Jing, good morning."

"Good morning, do you have time?" Zhang Jing formally invited Kandra, "I'll treat you to lunch."

"Okay, where's that?"

"11.30 p.m., West Beverly, Hilton Restaurant on the first floor."

"No problem," Kandra excited, "I'll be on time."

"Someone is always trying to harm me, stay safe."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Candra rushed to the bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor, took a shower, washed his hair, and then began to choose clothes.

West Beverly, the restaurant on the first floor of the Hilton Hotel can only be entered in formal wear, and men need suits.

Ladies are required to wear a dress.

It was obvious that Zhang Jing was dating her, and Kandra's whole body was dancing when she was choosing clothes.

Lick the dog lick the dog, lick it to the end – all of it!

Soon, Candela chose a piece with a simple, down-to-earth design and a bold tone

out of the light red dress.

Red looks festive and grand.

Wear it with dark red heels and a millet tote.

Repeated self-appreciation in front of the mirror, it was perfect!

The last thing is to put a Viper pistol in your bag, and if you have something to do, you have nothing to do, and you have nothing to do.

Half an hour before the appointment, Candela personally drove the black bulletproof version of the Tiger car sent by Barbie out of the apartment.

Drive slowly for twenty minutes to get there.

It's like in a movie, where Candra, dressed in a light red gown, hands over the car keys and tips to the doorman.

Zhang Jing, who was in her heart, was already waiting at the door.

Three or four steps forward, gently hugging, looking at Zhang Jing up close, Kandra inhaled and said hotly, "Your suit is very handsome."

"Thank you for the compliment," Zhang Jing replied with a smile, "This is Ding Jiaqi looking for someone to make it."

"Miss Ding has such a good eye," Candra knows the rules, hinting that she won't do anything, "I have a lot of respect for her."

Zhang Jing took the initiative to raise his arm, "I didn't position myself in advance, I hope I won't run in vain."

"It's okay," Kandra took Zhang Jing's arm as he spoke, "they'll have a table."

Enter the restaurant.

As a result, Zhang Jingyan said that the price of meals here is not cheap, but because Beverly is the most expensive place on the surface, there is no shortage of rich people.

There are really no seats!

Fortunately, Kandela belongs to the old angels, and the restaurant not only temporarily adds a table, but also gives priority to serving food.

"Shredded."

The Tomb Raider protagonist is five images, with a brown ponytail tied behind him, and the equally powerful Candra raises his goblet in his hand, his eyes looking at Zhang Jing longingly.

Zhang Jing raised his wine glass and bumped it with Kandra and asked, "Do you have a gun?"

Kandra was slightly stunned, then nodded, glancing at the handbag.

"Someone wants to send me to God for free," Zhang Jing complained softly, "So pull you out to block the gun, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," Candra shook her head firmly, "You have saved me from desperate situations many times without regard for my safety, and I can also be an enemy of Satan for you."

Zhang Jing was moved in his heart and gently touched with Candra's wine glass.

Taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, Candra asked, "Is it the Marquis de Dillian family?"

Nodded his head.

"It's probably because of the color of your skin," Kandra analyzed, "and let them misjudge you and think you're a bully."

Zhang Jinghehe.

The stereotype of middle-aged and elderly league members and Westerners of Zone D is that the Qing Dynasty has braids, pockmarked faces, rat eyes, and is easy to bully.

This time, the Marquis Dilian family will not be disabled or severely disabled, and Zhang Jing will be renamed Zhang Xiaojing in the future.

Chat while eating.

Halfway through the meal, Higgins, who was in his early sixties, bald-headed, and looked like a ghost general, appeared.

It gives people a very fierce and evil feeling.

"Can I sit down here?" Higgins, dressed in formal attire, asked politely.

Zhang Jing agreed.

The waiter added a chair for Higgins.

"Mr. Zhang," Higgins said steadily, "We did underestimate you at first, but now that all the people of the Dilian family have returned to the ancestral home, it will be difficult for you to hurt them in the slightest."

Zhang nodded in approval, looked at the female companion in the red dress and said, "I have Miss Candra to protect me, and you can't do anything about me."

Higgins' blue eyes looked at Kandra.

Candra dropped her handbag on the dining table with a thud.

The ruthless man didn't say a word, and the meaning was already clear.

"Three more together."