You Plan To Kill Me With Meng?

There is a reason why Sente took charge of the family business at such a young age. His father was an out-and-out playboy, and the world only had food, drink and fun.

Fortunately, the other party was very self-aware, and when he learned that his eldest son was going to pass him over to inherit the family business, he did not act excessively.

On the contrary, he accepted all this with joy, not only knowing that he was not strong enough, but also hating the part of the family background that was involved in gangsters.

But what Sente's father didn't know was that when his father passed the family business to his eldest son, everything related to the underworld had been taken care of.

It's just that those contacts who are determined to alienate, they will occasionally come to Sente for help or resources.

Center's principle: As long as there is no gangster involved, general cooperation can be discussed.

He stood on the court and swung the club in a standard posture. The small white ball formed a parabola and flew far away.

"Mr. Sente, what do you think of what I said?" The man finally finished speaking eloquently. It seemed that Sente's indifferent attitude made him a little uncertain, and he wanted to get an answer quickly.

Alexander, who was squatting aside, rolled his eyes. This bad old man is so bad that he even lobbied Sente to do something illegal.

But at this time, Alexander was not very clear about the structure of Sent's business, and he was tormented in his heart. On the one hand, he warned himself that Sent was a bad person and should not have expectations of him, just treat it as an ordinary goal.

On the one hand, I can't help but still have expectations. What if Saint refuses?

But this business sounds very profitable, but it involves too much, and only a wealthy person like Center is qualified to make this kind of money.

"Bob." Center straightened his baseball cap, his narrow eyes flicked over Bob's obviously overindulgent old face, and said coldly, "You're just kidding me, aren't you?"

Bob: "..."

Sente still refused to do this kind of thing, it was a waste, if his grandfather was still alive, he would definitely be able to earn the money.

It's a pity that neither Sente nor Sente's father is a waste.

"Of course I'm joking. I know you don't want to." Bob said, "I can't help it. You know the recent situation. It's too difficult to make money. Well, I'm not like you. I don't have a monopoly industry..."

He's jealous of Sente, having it all at such a young age.

"The money you earn is enough for you to spend your whole life, if you are not so greedy." Center said bluntly, then picked up the club and went to find the little white ball.

Alexander immediately stood up and followed Sente. If it wasn't for being a dog, he would have laughed out loud. Sente is so beautiful, yes, he should reject such a bad old man who instigates crimes .

Sente, who was not in a bad mood, came to the little white ball, looked up at the position of the white pole, and it was still far away: "How many shots does it take?"

He muttered to himself.

"Wow." Come on, Center!

Alexander lowered his shoulders and jumped up and down in a gesture of encouragement.

"Okay, don't disturb me." Sente said seriously.

So Alexander lay quietly on the grass, his eyes fixed on the little white ball.

Come on, Officer Bear will give you a lucky buff.

The next second, Center continued to swing a shot, and he played very well. He smiled with satisfaction, took the towel from the caddy, and wiped the club himself.

It seems that he is completely immersed in the joy of playing, and has forgotten the existence of Bob.

Alexander looked back and found that Bob was on the phone, which was normal. After being rejected, he might be looking for someone to complain about: I missed a chance to make money, damn it!

Next, Center swung a few more shots. In the last shot, he expected the small white ball to be within three meters of the white shot. As a result, he made a wrong operation and sent the ball flying.

For a moment, Center felt that there should be no caddy, no assistants and bodyguards on this course.

He is embarrassed.

Perhaps Mr. Center's face was so ugly that even the caddy didn't dare to move. He wasn't sure whether putting a new ball on the spot would anger Mr. Center.

At this time, Alexander suddenly ran to the white ball that was thrown into the air, and quickly picked it up: "Wooooow."

Come on again, it's okay.

He comforted the victorious Sente, hoping that the other party would be happier.

how to say?I can play black faces when I play by myself, and my temper is too bad.

"..." Sente's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he no longer looked so scary. The caddy immediately bent down and got ready for him.

The little white ball was wiped down and put back on the tee.

This time, Mr. Center hit the small white ball near the white pole, very close to the hole.

A nice shot.

Center came here but put away the cue: "You created a chance for me, and I will give you a chance, push the ball into the hole, Alexander."

As he spoke, he took the iced drink handed over by his assistant and took a sip.

Of course, Center was not sure whether the other party could understand his instructions. He pointed at the small white ball with his cue and tried to express it with body language: "Push into the hole, understand?"

Alexander looked at him.

"I said push the ball into the hole, little stupid dog..." Center originally wanted to show off his powerful new favorite, but he didn't expect Alexander to remain motionless, which made his face a little hot.

Alright alright.

In order not to embarrass Sente in front of his assistants and bodyguards, a dignified police officer who ate public rations followed the orders of his 'master' like a pet dog, walked up to the little ball, and nuzzled the little ball.

The strength was just right, and the little white ball rolled into the hole smoothly.

Immediately there was applause all around, a dog who can play golf is so interesting.

And he listened to Mr. Center so much.

The applause and whispers reached Saint's ears, and he actually felt happier than he scored the goal. If Alexander pushed the ball faster next time, he would be even happier.

After scoring the goal and being stared at, Alexander said that he was wronged. Are you not happy that you are spoiled like this?

After a while, Bob came over and said that he had something to do and couldn't play with Saint any more.

Of course Sente didn't care, he wished Bob would leave quickly.

"Then I'll go first, oh, I forgot to say, your dog is very cute." The other party wanted to touch Alexander before leaving, but unfortunately he didn't succeed, so he could only leave awkwardly.

This cold dog made Bob think that Center was as annoying as his dog.

Without the interruption of outsiders, Mr. Center had a good time playing with the dog on the field. At around 11:30 noon, he decided to take Alexander to a famous restaurant for dinner.

David was a little embarrassed: "Sir, pets are not allowed in that restaurant."

Why didn't my husband have such a weird idea before, to take the dog to a famous restaurant...

Mr Center used to never dine with dogs at all.

"Is it okay to let him?" Center frowned, feeling very troubled: "If the other party is unwilling, then buy the restaurant."

Alexander: "..."

You don't need to buy a restaurant, Little Sente!

Of course, this restaurant was not bought. When the other party heard that Sente was coming to eat, how could he stop him? Even if he had never heard of Sente's name, he had heard of his grandfather's name.

Terrible dark forces.

A car from the park came and was about to take them to the gate. The bodyguards went up to check the car as usual, and drove the driver out to drive by themselves.

Alexander had an occupational disease, so he couldn't help but leaned forward and sniffed it, but he didn't smell any dangerous goods, but his ears moved, and he always felt that the sound of this car was a bit wrong.

"Wow!" To be on the safe side, he suggested that Sente change to a car.

"What's the matter?" Sente was a little puzzled, but as a person who has lived in danger since childhood, he has enough sensitive nerves, so he frowned immediately: "Change this car."

After changing to a new car, Alexander finally agreed to go up, but Sente's complexion did not improve. If there was really a problem with the car just now, it means that someone is going to attack him.

Of course, the other party couldn't just prepare one move. In fact, he should go home at this time instead of going out to show off.

So did his secretary.

"Sir, are you sure you want to go to the restaurant for dinner?" David's tone was a little worried.

"It's okay." Sente touched Alexander's head. Since he agreed, of course he must do it.

And if there was danger, Alexander would have warned him, as he had just done.

"Remember to send that car for inspection." Sent ordered.

"Of course." David nodded.

There was no problem with today's itinerary, but Center got news at the manor in the evening that there was indeed a problem with the car. If they didn't change the car in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Center was very angry. He had a vague premonition that this was done by Bob. The other party was so bold. He asked David to collect all the criminal evidence of the other party, and decided not to endure this uneasy cancer, even if the other party was once him. Grandfather's favorite subordinate.

"Sir, are you sure you want to do this?" David was very worried. The sudden behavior of Center would chill the hearts of others. In fact, there is no other way to sanction Bob, isn't it?

Sending him to prison is the most taboo method, it will anger the contacts left by the old man, and it will be very bad for Center himself.

"Then what should I do? Could it be that I sent someone to assassinate him like him?" Sente didn't like to do this. He hated getting blood on his hands. What's the difference between that and the underworld?

Yes, as long as Sente sticks to this bottom line, he will not be able to take revenge on those who want to assassinate him.

Alexander nestled on the sofa, nuzzling the unhappy man with his head, and the other man's palm wearing a silver ring was stroking him irritably.

In the other hand, he held a glass of spirits with ice. His hair was usually combed neatly, and his bangs were messy. He was really a person with a lot of emotional ups and downs.

David didn't dare to say any more, and he didn't even dare to persuade Sente to rest early and take care of his health.

"Okay, you go out." Sente didn't want to see anyone at the moment.

The weather was getting colder, and there was a fire in the fireplace, but the windows were not closed. Alexander searched around and finally found a blanket. He covered the sleeping Sente with the blanket.

But he still felt that the other party's bare ankle was cold, so he nestled next to the other party's feet, hoping that this would make Sente warmer.

When he woke up the next morning, Sente didn't have a cold, just a splitting headache, full of hangover discomfort.

Thank God, he has a warm blanket on his body and a warm living thing at his feet.

"Oh, you cheap dog..." Sente moved his feet, and his toes immediately touched the wolf dog's abdomen.

I can't imagine that his feet were bullied by the other party all night, at least he thought so.

Originally, he wanted to kick the other party down, but when he looked up at Alexander's sleeping face, it was so sweet, and Senter remembered the picture of the other party protecting himself.

So did this furry thing save his life?

"Ah..." Thinking about it gave him a headache, and Sente fell back on the sofa and rubbed his painful forehead with his hands.

Alexander woke up immediately when he heard the sound. He found that Sente was uncomfortable, so he jumped off the sofa and opened the door to call for someone.

Soon the doctor arrived, the moment he saw the doctor, Sente threw something angrily, who called the doctor, he didn't need a doctor!

The wine bottle was shattered all over the floor, and the doctors didn't dare to come in. Only Alexander dodged all the obstacles and looked at the angry Sente with wet eyes. It would be more uncomfortable, idiot.

"Are you caring about me?" Sent was tired of seeing human eyes, the most evil and blinding eyes in the world, but he liked Alexander's eyes.

Pure beauty, all eyes are him.

Alexander bravely raised his head and licked Sente's cheek. Through yesterday's encounter, he seemed to understand why Sente was so lonely.

Putting himself in their shoes, he couldn't believe anyone, but it wasn't his fault.

Sente hugged this fluffy warm guy, and most of the irritable emotions just now disappeared because of Alexander's concern.

The servant cleaned up the sundries on the ground, and the doctor finally dared to come in to check on his condition.

After 10 minutes, Sente moved to the bed to rest, but he didn't have much appetite and didn't want to eat the food brought by the servant.

And when he said he didn't want to eat, no one dared to force him to eat.

Officer Xiaoxiong sighed in his heart: sick people are like children!It requires compulsory care.

"Wow." Alexander patted the food table with his paw, don't be decadent, let me eat!

Isn't it just being tricked by someone?

Take care of your body and go back!

Ah, no, what nonsense is this police officer talking about... It's wrong to fight, cough, cough.

Everyone should be a good citizen who abides by the law.

"I don't want to eat, Alexander." Saint emphasized.

"Woof!" You want to eat!If you are hungry, you will feel worse and your body will recover more slowly!

You know a yarn!

"You're so annoying." Sente hated the noise, but he didn't have the idea of ​​driving Alexander out, and in the end he just pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of my mission?"

If hard ones don't work, use soft ones.

It seemed that he couldn't stand a dog whining by the bed all the time. After 10 minutes, Sente finally sat up from the bed...

Get ready to eat.

In the past, Mr. Center would be depressed for several days after drinking and losing his temper. This time, it only took half a day to return to normal, and he could start working in the afternoon.

Secretary David threw Alexander a grateful look, and he thought he would have to do it for the next few days.

Sente brought Alexander into the study to work together without him noticing, perhaps because he needs company especially now.

A person who is sincerely good to him and loyal to him, this choice must be Alexander who saved his life.

Alexander thought that it would take several days before he could invade the study, a place that hides many secrets, but he didn't expect the other party to bring him in so easily.

That's great, it means that this place will be a place where he can come and go freely in the future.

Alexander, who dragged in a bear puppet, was playing wildly on the ground while observing the surrounding environment.

This is Sente's private space. There should be no surveillance system installed. Even if it is installed, only Sente can call it out to check it. Under normal circumstances, Sente will not go to see it.

"Alexander, can you make the sound of chewing toys softer?" Center's dissatisfied voice came.

Oops.

Officer Bear froze, biting his head off in a moment of ecstasy and biting so agitatedly.

While he was stiff, a pair of long legs slowly walked over, and Sente squatted down in front of him, his brows tensed: "Bad dog, don't you need money to buy toys?"

He picked up the fallen doll's head with his fingers, shook it in front of Alexander's eyes, and was satisfied to see Alexander buried his face in guilt.

It seems that I am very disturbed that I broke the toy.

"Pfft..." Sente succeeded in pranking. He felt better than ever because he bullied an honest dog: "Okay, you don't need to blame yourself, you can play with this toy as much as you want."

In fact, he is not short of money.

Center did what he said, and he got David to buy a lot of toys, almost filling the room where Alexander was next to him.

The same goes for food, as long as it is what Alexander likes to eat, but every time after eating, Sente will laugh at Alexander, and he will definitely gain 10 catties or something. If you don’t want to become a fat dog, you can exercise with him.

Accompanied by Alexander, Center soon forgot the anger Bob brought him, and he also thought of the best way to deal with Bob.

If Bob is proved to be a traitor, there is no need for him to do it himself, and naturally someone will not like helping him clean up the mess.

Center held in his hand the evidence of Bob's past cruelty to the allies. He did not discuss this matter with David, knowing that only Alexander was his intention.

"I think this is feasible, what do you think about Alexander?" Center opened a hidden door with a password in front of Alexander.

In the old manor there is an underground labyrinth that hides their family's dark past, and Sainte seldom comes down.

Today, however, he took Alexander down with an antique oil lamp.

The dim light illuminated Sente's handsome side face, he really looked like a prince in an oil painting.