When Luo Wending came out of the hotel, it suddenly rained outside.

The rain was dripping, enveloping the whole city with a sense of dampness.

The person from the bank came out and patted him on the shoulder: "Luo Shao, we will consider your proposal, but Miss Jiang is ...... there."

Suddenly, someone interrupted the conversation and whispered to Luo Wending.

Luo Wending's face changed, and then he changed to his previous calm appearance.

Luo Wending said: "I will explain to her." ”

The other party got Luo Wending's promise and left satisfied. Luo Wending stood where he was and waited for a while, when he saw a silver Maserati driving to the side of the road.

He walked over, opened the car door, and sat inside.

The phone buzzed and vibrated at exactly then.

Luo Wending saw the name of the caller and picked it up, it was Jiang Zhilan over there who asked him when he would come.

Luo Wending's expression barely fluctuated, and the passing headlights "swished" across his emotionless eyes, and he said, "What time is it, don't you want to play?" ”

Jiang Zhilan's voice reached her ears accurately through the noisy ambient sound: "I've finished watching the show, and the rest is not interesting, I want to stay with you for a while." ”

Luo Wending responded: "That's okay, I'll come and pick you up now." ”

Luo Wending hung up the phone, rubbed his eyebrows, and saw that the driver had begun to navigate the route to Jiang Zhilan's bar, he paused, frowned, and his eyes were a little sharper at this time.

"Did I say I'm going here?"

The driver was asked by him, and asked a little trembling: "It's not you who said ......"

Luo Wending's tone was a little impatient, but he still said patiently: "Go to the hotel where Boss Huang stays." ”

The hotel where Boss Huang lives is a five-star in Kyoto, the place is remote and the scenery is good.

Luo Wending asked for a hotel room and asked the driver to drive the car to the underground garage.

Finding Boss Huang's pitch-black Bentley, Luo Wending's eyes did not blink: "Hit it." ”

The driver's legs trembled, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and Luo Wending repeated it with a calm face: "I said, hit it." ”

The driver didn't dare to disobey Luo Wending's intentions, so he hurriedly put up the gear and hit the shiny Bentley in front of him.

Almost instantly, the rear of the Bentley was knocked out of a large crater, the front of the Maserati was recessed, and the entire underground garage sounded the sirens of Ulaula.

The driver was already frightened, turned his head to look at Luo Wending, and said in a trembling voice like a cry for help: "Luo Shao, this ......"

Luo Wending looked at his phone calmly: "You're off work, you can go." ”

"Then you ......"

Luo Wending looked at him lightly: "I don't want to say it a second time." ”

The driver also knew that this kind of thing was not something he could mix, so he didn't ask any more questions, opened the door and got out of the car.

Luo Wending replied to himself when he saw the mobile phone, put away the mobile phone, and got out of the car.

Upstairs at this time.

Boss Huang had just taken off half of his pants when a hotel customer service called to say that his car had been hit and he needed to go downstairs to verify.

So Boss Huang angrily tied up the pants that had just been taken off halfway, scolded all the wine bags and rice bags he usually raised, and went downstairs scolding.

Upstairs, his face was crimson, he had almost fainted, and his vision was blurred, Xu Qingqi collapsed on the bed, watching a figure gradually approach.