The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 609
When Zhao Tiansong, chairman of Tianmao Group knelt down, the most shocked person was the long-legged beauty sitting on the sofa, who was Miss Zhao Wuming.

Zhao Wuming had already stood up with a bang at this time, her supermodel-like height made her look extraordinarily domineering.

Zhao Wuming's eyes were filled with anger, and he said hoarsely to Zhao Tiansong who was still kneeling there to worship Li Changan: "Grandpa, what are you doing! Get up quickly!"

Although it was the way the granddaughter spoke to the grandfather, there was no sense of respect in the words, but a commanding tone.

Zhao Tiansong, chairman of Tianmao Group, heard his granddaughter's dissatisfied voice, trembled all over, and stood up awkwardly, but facing Li Changan, he really couldn't put on the same appearance just now, and now he nodded and bowed, not knowing what to do for a while.

Li Changan glanced at Miss Wuming, waved his hand lightly, Macbeth reached out and took Zhu Xiaohu's hand: "Junior Sister, Master told us to go out."

Zhu Xiaohu followed Macbeth out with a foolish face, and there were a lot fewer people in the hall.

Miss Zhao Wuming also snorted and snapped her fingers, and the people in the Zhao mansion standing behind the sofa retreated silently.

Li Changan smiled faintly, put his arms around Zhao Tiansong's shoulders, and sat on the sofa carelessly: "Tiansong, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are well hidden. Now you are the chairman of Tianmao Group, and your net worth is said to be Huaxia. The richest man?"

Zhao Tiansong was overwhelmed by the flattery, and sat down with his back bent, bowing his hands again and again, as in the old age: "Chang'an Daochang, please don't say that. Without your meal 60 years ago, I would have starved to death by the Pujiang River."

Because of Li Changan's peaceful expression, Zhao Tiansong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and now he spoke neatly: "I've had good luck these years, and I've also acquired some property, but in front of the Taoist priest, I really dare not call myself the richest man."

The more humble and polite Zhao Tiansong was, the more ugly the lifeless lady over there was.

Li Chang'an had already determined in his heart that Zhao Tiansong and Zhao Wuming's siblings were absolutely not related by blood, because he knew very well that Zhao Tiansong had already lost his fertility.

Thinking back to 60 years ago, this Zhao Tiansong was still a gangster by the Pujiang River. Not long after Jiangning was liberated, the State East China Bureau launched an anti-speculative operation against Jiangning's economic situation.

It was at that time that Zhao Tiansong was paralyzed because of reselling silver dollars and being shot. At that time, Li Changan happened to pass by on business. Seeing how pitiful he was, he rewarded him with a meal and a gold bar.

Li Changan almost forgot all these things, but seeing Zhao Tiansong suddenly again today reminded him of the past.

"Tian Song, after talking for so long, you haven't introduced me to who this beauty is." Li Changan picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if he had become the owner of Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Tiansong trembled, stood up more and more embarrassed, and pulled Zhao Wuming timidly: "Well, this is Wuming, my granddaughter, come and meet Daoist Chang'an, this is our Zhao family What about your great benefactor!"

Zhao Wuming exhaled, his face turned pale with anger.

Li Changan sat there pursing his lips and smiling, patted himself beside him and said, "So it's my grand niece, come, come over here, let me take a good look, she's really pretty."

Miss Wuming's fists were turning blue, she was pulled by Zhao Tiansong, forced to come over, and bowed indifferently.

How could Li Changan let her go, he reached out and grabbed her!
Miss Wuming suddenly giggled at this moment, sat down with her enchanting body, picked up the teapot in front of her with her own hands, her little fingers with red nails trembled, the kettle turned, and the spout was aligned with Li Changan's teacup again.

A cup of fragrant black tea filled Li Changan's cup.

Miss Wuming personally raised the teacup and handed it to him.

With a smile on the corner of Li Changan's mouth, he looked at his niece grandson, but pressed the teacup: "Niece grandson, I don't want to drink tea now, is there any wine?"

Miss Wuming's expression remained unchanged, she put down her teacup and got up, twisted her body and walked to the wine cabinet on the side, and took out a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite.

Zhao Tiansong looked down at the tea in front of Li Changan, but cold sweat dripped down drop by drop.

Miss Wuming over there was about to open the red wine, but Li Changan reached out and held it down again. He would not let this witch with the ability of dark cooking open the wine.

After opening the red wine, Li Changan chatted affectionately with Zhao Tiansong, while Miss Wuming became a servant serving them, and was ordered around by Li Changan.

Why take towels, ice cubes... Li Changan directs Zhao Wuming like his own maid.

To Zhao Wuming, this was simply the greatest spiritual insult.

The man in front of her was obviously the enemy who killed her younger brother, but she still obediently served her.

Just now, the tea was poisoned, and this man saw through it, and the towel and ice cubes were tampered with, and this man easily deciphered it. Zhao Wuming now understands that if he confronts head-on, he is definitely not the bastard's opponent.

She wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Li Changan's aura kept locking her. As long as she left the locked range, that bastard Li Changan would call her name and ask her to come back to serve her.

Chatting like this, Li Changan changed the subject, and suddenly talked about the so-called "business"!
"That Fatima is from the Interpol. She disappeared and was arrested in the Zhao mansion. I have official business, so I have to investigate." Li Changan said to Zhao Tiansong with a smile, got up and went to Miss Wuming.

"It's finally here!" Zhao Wuming sneered in his heart: This guy can't hold back anymore!
She looked up at Li Chang'an who was persecuted and came: "Mr. Li, do you have any evidence to prove that Miss Fatima is in this Zhao mansion?"

Li Changan took out the phone photo and showed her a look.

Zhao Wuming chuckled: "The picture was very clear, but it's a pity that I didn't capture her. I can let you search the whole mansion. If you can't find it, then don't blame me for being rude."

"No need!" Li Changan put down the phone: "I know you must have hidden her, but that's okay, I just came in with an excuse to find out your whereabouts, anyway, today, I won't let you leave alive. "

Zhao Tiansong, who was sitting on the sofa, chattered his teeth, but the strange thing was that he didn't get up to stop him, instead he felt a sense of relief.

Miss Wuming felt the murderous intent on Li Changan. This man was indeed straightforward enough. Now that he wanted to kill her directly, it would be over once and for all.

Unfortunately, he is so arrogant!
Zhao Wuming pushed back to the wine cabinet, but at this moment a sharp whistle came out of his mouth.

With a bang, the chandelier on the top of the hall of the Zhao Mansion was shattered, and a small figure fell from the shattered chandelier, heading straight for Li Changan!

(End of this chapter)