Chapter 850

The mobile phone bell rings again and again. It should be a piano song. Chen Liang doesn't know the name and the melody is beautiful. However, in such an environment, it seems so abrupt and harsh, and even makes the atmosphere of the whole basement begin to solidify.

Chen Liang calmly stretched out his hand and didn't rob the ringing mobile phone, but asked Tian to take the initiative to hand it in.

A disobedient dog is not a good dog.

If you don't even obey the master's orders, what's the use of such animals.

Looking at the struggle on Tian's face, Chen Liang's killing intention became stronger and stronger. Just when his patience was about to run out, Tian finally handed over the mobile phone slowly.

Chen Liang took it, looked at the strange number above, and then calmly connected it.

There was a silence on the phone.

Chen Liang was not in a hurry to speak. He called at this time. No accident, he should be the master days ago.

Except for the gentle breath, neither of them said a word.

There was a stalemate for about a minute, and there was finally something on the other end of the phone.

"Is that Mr. Chen?"

A delicate, greasy and soft voice sounded, with a trace of nasal sound, which made people feel rippling.

By sound. It's easy to imagine a sexy and enchanting woman.

Chen Liang's face was like water, and he was not surprised. He said calmly. Then he whispered, "good night, Miss Takeda."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. I didn't expect Chen Liang to know her last name so quickly, and then there was a tempting laughter.

"Mr. Chen, it's already morning. It seems that Mr. Chen knows a lot from heaven."

Chen Liang looked at the day when he knelt on the ground, and said plainly: "I have the habit of going to bed late. I happened to meet Miss Takeda's men, so I had a chat with him."

Ms. Takeda said softly, and it was the damn sweet nasal sound. A simple note can make people's bones crisp.

"Mr. Chen is so handsome, young and promising. He is surrounded by beautiful women. Can people like you lose sleep?"

"Someone wants to kill me. If I hadn't been lucky just now, I'm afraid it's been blown up. Miss Takeda, tell me, in this case, if it were you, can you sleep?"

"Well, don't be angry, Mr. Chen. It's me. I apologize."

Ms. Takeda's tone is charming and simple. In addition to the charm that seems to be born, there is also a taste of innocence.

"Well, if Mr. Chen feels uncomfortable, Lizi, would you please have tea? I like oriental culture very much and am very proficient in tea ceremony."

This time.

drink tea?

According to her words, it's almost dawn.

Chen Liang didn't answer. He held his cell phone and his eyes twinkled.

"Mr. Chen?"

At the other end of the phone, Ms. Takeda's voice was slightly confused.

"Location."

"Qingfeng Road, Tingtao Pavilion, third floor."

Takeda Lizi quickly reported her position, and then said with a charming smile: "Lizi is very timid, so Mr. Chen had better not bring too many people to scare others, otherwise they will run away in advance."

How honest.

Chen Liang didn't say anything more. He hung up the phone, held his cell phone and looked at the sky on the ground.

"Your lady invited me to tea. Do you think I should go?"

"No, master, you must not go!"

Tian immediately shook his head and looked anxious. It seems that he has completely completed the change of mentality in such a short time.

"She must be trying to hurt you!"

Chen Liang was noncommittal.

It's not normal for fools to drink tea at this point. Nine times out of ten, it's a Hongmen banquet.

However, the other party has generously invited, isn't it a shame not to go?

You know, that's a Japanese woman.

"Take him to heal."

Chen Liang said to the two men in suits and left the basement.

Qingfeng Road, Tingtao Pavilion.

The name is very domineering, but there are no magnificent rivers nearby, only a sparkling lake, flowing quietly in the moonlight.

For the four storey ancient building, two red lanterns are hung at the door, floating slightly with the night wind. It may be antique and full of charm during the day, but there is no one over the street at night. It looks inevitable that there is a bit of seeping smell.

The other party said he was timid and asked him not to bring too many people. Comrade Chen Liang really felt pity for her. He really drove alone, not long after he got off the bus. While still looking at the elegant building, the gate was pushed open.

Luan, who performed a golden cicada shelling in front of him tonight, came out with a touch of spring flush on his face, but his expression was unusually cold: "Mr. Chen, please welcome our miss."

Chen Liang nodded. There were no enemies to meet. His eyes were red and his ears were red. He said calmly.

"Lead the way."

Luan turned and Chen Liang followed. He soon smelled the strange smell from the other party and frowned unconsciously.

These Japanese are really abnormal.

His companions are still in the hands of others, and his life and death are uncertain. It's just that he doesn't feel guilty. He still has the mind to have fun.

As an adult, he naturally knows what it tastes like.

The interior of the guild hall has almost 100% copied the ancient style. The solid wood wooden stairs are winding upward. There is no modern lamps in the whole guild hall. The lighting depends on candles. When the wind blows, the red candles placed in various places ripple, creating a strong sense of illusion.

Accompanied by the "squeaky squeaky" floor vibration, the two came to a box on the third floor.

Luan stopped, pushed open the box door, turned to Chen Liang, raised his chin, and his eyes showed an undisguised provocation.

"Please."

Chen Liang took a look at her. She had nothing to say to a woman who was open enough to shoot heavy taste and low-cost films. She raised her feet and stepped in directly.

Candles flickered in the room, which set off the old-fashioned room more ancient. As soon as Chen Lianggang came in, he saw several men focusing on him fiercely, with a bad face and obvious hostility!

Sure enough, there is no good feast.

"Welcome, Mr. Chen."

A beautiful voice sounded like deja vu. Without the obstruction of the phone, it sounded more tender and moving.

At the round table, a young woman sitting in the chair stood up and looked at Chen Liang with a smile.

At night, she was wearing only a thin plain yarn skirt. She was slim and slim. Her dark and beautiful hair was simply tied behind her head by a rubber band. The whole face was only the size of a palm. The flickering candle set off her skin more white, but her red lips were particularly beautiful.

She sat there with a soft smile, her eyes blurred, unspeakable temptation and moving.

This should be the Lord of heaven, Miss Takeda.