Young master, your vest fell off

Situ Han held her in his big hand, and pulled her down while holding his hand.

Fu Miaomiao felt her cold hand being held by a warm and powerful hand, and her heart instantly became much more at ease.

"This way please." A man in a suit walked up to Situ Han, led them down the basement, and stopped at the door.

Situ Han carried the flight case in one hand and Fu Miaomiao in the other, and walked through the corridor that could only accommodate two people. The walls were a little damp, but it could be seen that they were newly painted.

The corridor was about three meters long, and at the end there was a door, which was ajar.

Situ Han pushed open the door and pulled Fu Miaomiao in.

"Oh, you are so bad..."

The woman's soft and ecstatic voice came out.

"what…"

The room is a suite with a curtain in the middle. Several figures are inside the curtain, surrounded by a man, and a table of delicious food is placed outside, which is incompatible with the decoration style. Table banquet.

Fu Miaomiao rolled her eyes, deliberately raised her voice, and cleared her throat: "Ahem!"

The man inside sat up lazily, put on his shirt, and walked out slowly.

After a few months, we met again in the cannibal area. Yan Chuan was wearing a dark blue shirt with no buttons on the collar, only the bottom four buttons, showing the outline of his chest muscles, and his hair was longer than the last time we met. Many, bangs cover the eyes, revealing half of the awl face, which looks more lazy and evil.

Yan Chuan pulled out the chair and sat at the dining table. Seeing Situ Han and Fu Miaomiao standing still, he raised his hand and stretched out five fingers: "Sit down."

This is Yan Chuan without pretense.

Fu Miaomiao looked at Situ Han, Situ Han gracefully pulled out the chair, and when Fu Miaomiao sat down, he sat beside her gracefully.

Yan Chuan turned the knife and glanced at the curtain, the women inside the curtain came out in a file and left the room.

Yan Chuan looked at Situ Han: "Bring it?"

"What is your first wish?" Situ Han said indifferently as he put the flight case in his hand in front of Yan Chuan.

"It's you who came to give me one billion in person." Yan Chuan said casually, playing with a knife in his hand.

"Then, the first wish has come true." Situ Han still didn't believe it, Yan Chuan was not that simple.

Fu Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore, and said frankly: "Stop pretending, what are you going to do? After holding it in for so long, you need one billion. Are you short of one billion?"

Even Fu Miaomiao could tell that Yan Chuan was not short of money.

"I need you in my life, but my dear brother, he can give me anything, but he won't give me you." Yan Chuan gently put down the knife, and turned his eyes to Fu Miaomiao.

Brain is sick!

Fu Miaomiao silently scolded Yan Chuan eight hundred times in her heart.

"What you asked for has been delivered, we're leaving now."Situ Han protects Fu Miaomiao and prepares to leave.

"It's already here, why are you in a hurry to leave? I prepared a table of delicious food in advance to welcome you." Yan Chuan hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a pure and innocent face.

"No need." Situ cold refused indifferently, and pulled Miaomiao out after speaking.

Fu Miaomiao walked faster and faster. When she went out, she found that Yan Chuan's people hadn't followed her. She turned around and asked Situ Han, "Has he found out his conscience?"

There were only her and Situ Han standing at the gate of the manor. Fu Miaomiao looked at Situ Han suspiciously with his big eyes.

"Get in the car first." Sensing that something was wrong, Situ Han quickly said why there was no one on the busy street just now, and pulled Fu Miaomiao to the car.

The two quickly drove away.

The car stopped in front of the hotel, and a man in a well-fitting suit approached him. Situ Han got out of the car, but Fu Miaomiao did not follow him.

Facing the phone screen, Fu Miaomiao quickly stroked her hair, put on some lipstick at the speed of light, and then opened the door to get out of the car.

"Your wife?"

The man standing opposite was about the same age as Situ Han, with triangular eyes, melon-shaped face, hooked nose, and a sense of joy in his brows and eyes. He was even more happy when he saw Fu Miaomiao, and his whole body was refreshed. Before Situ Han introduced him , full of praise, "It's so beautiful, it looks like a fairy descending from the earth."

"My wife, Fu Miaomiao." Situ Han proudly wanted to be embarrassed.

"Hello, I'm Fu Miaomiao, you can just call me Miaomiao." Fu Miaomiao felt that this was Gu Mo who was one size bigger, and they were somewhat similar in terms of body shape, appearance, conversation, and even the reaction when seeing her.

In addition to being taller and more powerful than Gu Mo, he speaks a less common Mandarin.

"Hello, hello, my name is Nianjing." Nianjing couldn't speak clearly.

Fu Miaomiao was taken aback.

young?

"Nian in the New Year, Jing in Beijing." Nian Jing explained, "I'm actually one year older than Situ, and he calls me by my first name, and so do you."

"Hello, Nianjing." Fu Miaomiao wanted to laugh, this person had a sense of joy, and even his name helped to create the effect.

"I've arranged everything about you, go in first, don't stand at the door, or people will think I'm not good at hospitality." Nian Jing told Situ Han.

"You're so polite, Situ Han won't treat himself as an outsider." Fu Miaomiao glanced at Situ Han. She was in a hurry to have such a good friend who didn't come out earlier and kept her hidden.

"The two of us joined the army together. We ate in a bowl, drank in a cup, and slept in a bunk." Nian Jing said, covering his mouth involuntarily, "I missed it."

"It's purely fabricated." Situ Han said.

"I know what you mean, the kind that carried guns together, walked through windows together, and turned piles together." Fu Miaomiao started chatting mode.

"Yes, yes, Miaomiao still knows how to chat. What does Miaomiao do?" Nian Jing led them into the hotel, chatting enthusiastically.

"Specially for chatting with people." Fu Miaomiao joked.

"Psychiatrist?" Nian Jing had already forgotten about the welcoming staff on both sides of the road, and didn't bother to introduce his hotel, so he concentrated on chatting.

"Managing a company." Fu Miaomiao said, "What do you do?"

"Professional facelift." Situ Han said, and Su Yi laughed from behind.

Fu Miaomiao wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. She might have offended the whole world because she misunderstood Situ Han.

At first she thought Situ Han was a duck, but now, Situ Han said his comrades were pimps.

He is really a comrade in arms fighting side by side in the trenches. Even if he changes jobs, he still has a deep revolutionary friendship...

"He's right. The main battlefield is in City A. Basic necessities, food, housing, transportation, eating, drinking, and entertainment. As long as it is related to life, it is the scope of our company's services. Simply put, it is an intermediary. I just came back from a job change. I feel very lost. What are you doing? I thought it was boring. When I was in the army, I was very envious of the political commissar. At that time, I thought, if I can stay in the army, I will try my best to be a political commissar, and then I became an intermediary. I found that this job is very suitable for me." Nian Jing spoke very Exaggerated, but showing off wealth is quite low-key.

"This hotel is well decorated." Fu Miaomiao entered the elevator.