Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

America M country.

In the top-floor box of a high-end club, Bieber was holding a beauty, pinching her face nonchalantly with his hands, but his expression was a little sinister.

"Heizi, where are the people? Are they here?"

The man called Heizi trembled: "Boss, we just called to urge him, but Minister Davis said he was a bit busy and might not be able to come to the appointment. I'll come and catch up with you next time when I'm free."

The big hand exerted force, and the woman's face instantly turned purple. The woman in Bieber's arms was so painful that her face was twisted, but she gritted her teeth tightly, and she didn't dare to cry out even if her lips were bleeding from biting them.

The woman sat at Bieber's feet with her clothes half removed, and no matter how she felt, there was always a gentle charm on her face.

Bieber lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman sitting at his feet, his blue eyes sinister: "Didn't I ask you to serve him well? Are you tired of him now?"

The woman shrank back and bit her lips slightly. Her deer-like eyes were innocent yet charming. Her voice was also gentle and charming. She didn't care about the pain on her face. She hugged his thighs softly and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Master, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I hope you will have mercy on me."

Bieber said nothing, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice was gloomy: "Let go!"

The woman did not dare to resist, so she let go and knelt in front of Bieber, saying in a flattering voice, "Master."

Bieber stared at her for a while, then suddenly lifted her pointed chin with his toes.

"I spent so much money to train you, and I put so much effort into sending you to him, but you were abandoned before you even made it two months. Tell me, what's the point of keeping you? Huh?"

The woman immediately raised her head in fear: "Master, Master, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I can do it well. I am sure I can..."

Bieber smiled contemptuously, retracted his foot, stood up with his tall body and walked out.

"Heizi, I'll give it to you."

With just these few words, the woman went crazy and crawled towards Bieber in a panic.

“Master! Don’t! Master…!”

The miserable sound was hidden in the box. As soon as Bieber walked out of the box, someone put a suit jacket on him, put a cigar in his mouth and lit it for him.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Bieber bit his cigar and sneered, "He got on my ship and took my benefits. If that old man Davis thinks he can get away with it, he's dreaming."

The people behind him didn't dare to say much.

Bieber's hideous and sinister face was vaguely visible in the smoke.

After a long while, he took a deep puff of his cigar and asked, "Who are the people who advocated a strict investigation of us? Have you found out?"

"We haven't received a definite reply yet, but according to our spies, this person should be a senior member of the CIA, and he seems to be of Chinese descent."

Bieber paused: "Chinese?"

"Yes, he is of Chinese descent. Apart from this, we can't find out more. This person's identity is mysterious, and his position in the intelligence agency should be quite high. The CIA itself is engaged in intelligence work, so it's difficult for us to get close to him, for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings and trouble."

As a mercenary organization that has been hovering in America for decades, Prison has done everything from murder to arson to promoting war, but it has been able to stand firm in Country M.

For no other reason than that they have connections in Country M.

Bieber flicked the ash from his burnt cigar and said, "Find a way to get someone close to him and find out his background. Also, have you found any trace of Ji Shu?"

When the subordinate heard the name, he lowered his head: "No."

Bieber's face turned cold: "If we can't even find a person, what's the use of you!"

The subordinates did not dare to refute, but they were thinking in their hearts, it is not difficult to find ordinary people, but Ji Shu...

Thinking of that cunning fox-like monster, the subordinates still feel cold all over.

That man is too dangerous.

Although they themselves were doing hard work, they were instinctively afraid of him.

A man with a delicate and charming appearance, but his methods are more cruel than anyone else.

He can be smiling sweetly at you one second, and chop off your head without hesitation the next.

A person like that...

Bieber was feeling particularly upset. To be more precise, he had not been feeling happy since he came back from his trip to China.

It was like stirring up a hornet's nest, bad things happened one after another and there was no end in sight.

When he thought of Huaguo, he suddenly thought of a woman.

His blue eyes narrowed: "Where's Yan Jiao?"

"Ms. Yan has been staying in the villa all the time and seems to have never gone out."

Thinking of the ambiguous screams of women he heard every night, the subordinate lowered his head.

My boss has always had a rich private life, but I have never seen him care so much about that woman.

In the past, he would call a few girls to accompany him every night, but now he only spends every night with Yan Jiao.

Many people are already wondering in their hearts, could this Miss Yan be their sister-in-law?

Unfortunately, Bieber never responded to their curiosity.

Bieber put out his cigar on the chest of one of his subordinates: "Going back."

The subordinate felt pain, but didn't dare to say anything more. He just said, "Boss, what about Minister Davis..."

"He'll be begging to see me soon." Bieber walked out and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

The subordinate took one look at the confined box, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and stepped inside.

The moment the door opened, ambiguous sounds between a man and a woman were heard. The woman's voice was a little shrill, and soon disappeared as the door closed, and silence returned to the corridor.

The night breeds darkness, but sometimes under the bright sky, there is still a carnival of sin.

-

No one knows what Qin Yang talked about with Qin Siyu that night or what agreement they reached.

When Shen Nuo came over the next morning, Qin Yang had already left.

Shen Nuo didn't know that Qin Yang had been here last night. Seeing that the ward was empty except Qin Siyu, she was stunned for a moment.

"Has Aunt Song gone home yet?"

Qin Siyu raised her hand and motioned her to come over.

Shen Nuo put the thermal lunch box in his hand on the bedside table, sat over and held his hand.

"what happened?"

"It's okay," Qin Siyu held her hand tightly, leaned over and hugged her: "I miss you."

Shen Nuo touched his head: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not good." His face was buried in her neck, his cold voice sounded a little hoarse, his thin lips gently rubbed her white neck, and finally he even opened his mouth and bit it lightly: "I can't have you to accompany me."

Shen Nuo dodged for a moment and patted his head gently: "Qin Siyu, don't push your luck."

"Is this considered pushing the limit?" The man chuckled, his voice magnetic and pleasant: "What if I want to do something even more extreme?"

"No, you don't want to." Shen Nuo's beautiful face seemed calm, but she raised her hand and pinched his neck threateningly: "I don't want to at all."

The action seemed to be saying, if you think any more, I’ll break your neck.