After a cold smile at the door, holding Qiao Qiao, who has recovered from facial paralysis, he turns around and gets on a luxury car that has been waiting for a long time behind him and leaves smartly.
*
Jiuxi eighteen Island villa.
After giving Qiao Qiao to Aunt Shu to settle down, Qiao Siyan waved a one eyed man and asked in a deep voice, "Qiang Hao, have you taken the picture I ordered?"
"Yes, I don't know when Joe thinks it will be published?"
While taking off his gloves, Qiao sixiaofeixiao asked: "you answer me first, where is Meng Peiyuan's hand?"
"In the past few days, all the projects that Qiao Shao invested in which he was a little bit out of line with the law were seized by Meng Peiyuan in the name of his brother and his grandfather. All the money you invested has gone to waste. I'm afraid the later income is also..."
"I see." Qiao Siyan interrupts Qiang Hao's words, slightly curved corners of his mouth hold a touch of cold: "from tomorrow morning, I want you to release some materials step by step, but also to Meng family color."
"Yes."
After Qiang Hao stepped down, Joseon took the English black tea from the old housekeeper and sat down on the sofa, tasting it as usual.
Under the safe and comfortable face of Josephine's banquet, he began to have a rough mind.
Meng Peiyuan, Meng Peiyuan, after so many years, it's you who started the game first