Lan Chaojin rarely sent Mu Chengcheng back to her own room, respectfully and humbly like a majestic lion.

He stood in the hallway and looked at the lights that kept on and on outside each room, thinking.

She's the exception to everything I'm planning, the danger that breaks into my heart, the one who ruins the whole situation.

But it's also the one I love the most.

So he paced back and forth in the corridor until one or two waiters passed by, and Lan Chaojin turned his back and left.

When I went downstairs, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside the room.

Lan Chaojin stood five meters away vigilantly.

The man walked straight to him as if he knew him.

Lan Chaojin retreated slightly, took a few steps back, and saw that the man's footsteps did not stop, and he seemed to have some plans in his heart, so Lan Chaojin turned around and ran towards the fire staircase of the hotel.

The man followed closely and finally grabbed Lan Chaojin's collar in the stairwell.

The man looked Zhouzheng, looked at Lan Chaojin with a pair of narrow eagle eyes and said, "Someone asked me to bring you a message, stay away from the Mu family." ”

Lan Chaojin's collar was grabbed by the man, who was as tall as a bison.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the third master's person."

Who the third master is, of course Lan Chaojin knows.

He is a well-known local figure in Macau, black and white, and half of the income of all casinos goes through his pocket.

Someone has found such a good backer, Lan Chaojin will naturally not be tough.

But he was curious about who was helping Mu Chengcheng.

So he waved away the man's hand, straightened his collar, and chuckled: "The Mu family has not yet reached the ears of the third master, but I am curious, who asked you to take it?" ”

The man didn't hide it, but said it on purpose: "White Sail." ”

The three words were like the sound of a clarion call for war, and the blood veins in Lan Chaojin's body were expanding in the dark night.

But he knew that the purpose of this time was just to correct his name, and there was nothing else, so he couldn't make a noise, so he chose to forbear.

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At the other end of the corridor, as soon as Mu Chengcheng entered the room, someone stuffed an envelope through the crack in the door.

Inside the envelope was an official letter from a chartered flight, which stated the time when the private jet would take off, which was two hours later.

Mu Chengcheng looked at the dark sky of the night and secretly wondered in his heart.

Before she could think about it, the phone screen lit up.

It's the White Sail.

"Fool, don't go that far next time."

"The plane has been arranged, and the cost of the charter flight is counted as the stake fund."

"Come back, Xiao Mu, don't spend the night there."

Three WeChat messages lit up the phone screen at almost the same time.

Mu Chengcheng's heart warmed slightly.

For the first time, there was a feeling that I could rely on.

Of course, subconsciously Mu Chengcheng called Chu Qi and scolded him.

Chu Qi was rarely affected, and only hurriedly persuaded him: "Lan Chaojin's temperament is uncertain, you hurry up and come back on Xiaobai's charter plane." ”

Mu Chengcheng held the charter letter wrapped in a leather envelope in his hand, but still turned around and left the room.

The lights in the room never go out.

The hallway was brightly lit.

It's a short night in Macau.

The charter procedures are generally complicated, and Mu Chengcheng can't figure out how Bai Zhifan can handle it so conveniently and quickly.

It's just that Mu Chengcheng doesn't know what.

Just before she left Macau, she flew to Lincheng.

Lan Chaojin drank a bottle of whiskey alone and swiped the door of Mu Chengcheng's room with a spare card.

Lan Chaojin wanted to possess her more than once, but this time, he threw himself into the air, making him burn everything in his heart.

Lan Chaojin's ears kept wandering the words "Bai Zhifan".

He was going to prepare, declaring war.