Chapter 83

Am I really in the same car with Chai Murong, and is she sitting next to me? Ma Jian seems to be dreaming now. He feels that all these things are not real at all. Until the car is far away from Zhou's villa, he is still secretly looking at the beauty around him and giggling. He doesn't notice that Tian Ke in front of him stares at him in the rearview mirror.

This boy looks not as good as that chuyang. Although that guy is also a color fan, but compared with this man, he is more pleasing to the eye. Alas, I don't know what happened to Murong. Why should I promise to have a barbecue with him. If Chai Murong hadn't stopped him with his eyes, Tian Ke would have pointed to Ma Jian's nose when the car was driving away from Zhou's villa and let him get out of the car and go away.

Although Chai Murong looked down on Ma Jian in his heart, since he had used others to attack Chu Yang, if he went out, he would be too eager to break the bridge. She didn't see a horse sword in her eyes. Don't forget that he has a vice mayor dad behind him.

Although it's no big deal for Chai Murong to offend a vice mayor, she still understands the simple truth that many friends have many ways.

I'll just help him to some food later and then send him away. This kind of little dandy is good for nothing, but sometimes it has little effect. With this in mind, Chai Murong smiles at Ma Jian: "Mr. Ma..."

When Chai Murong accepted his invitation, Ma Jian was already fascinated by her. How could she think that he was just a little dandy in other people's minds? I thought Chai Murong was impressed by his "elegant and elegant demeanor". At this time, I heard the beauty gently opened her lips and called her husband. Xiaolian said happily: "Miss Chai, you'd better call me Ma Jian, or Xiaojian will do. Since you are friends, please don't call me Mr. any more. This kind of address seems to be too original. "

Sword? I think you're a little cheap. Chai Murong murmured in his heart and said with a smile, "well, I'd better call you Xiaojian. Xiaojian, where are you going to take me for barbecue? "

"Let me have a look. I remember some nearby." Said the sword, looking out of the window.

To tell you the truth, Mr. Ma usually holds his own identity. He has to eat in a restaurant with petty bourgeois sentiment at least. He doesn't go to those barbecue stalls at all. But today, in order to show his boldness in front of Chai Murong, he proposed the idea of barbecue. Now, the beauty asked, even if he really didn't know where there was barbecue, he could only pretend to look at it.

Three BMW off-road vehicles are driving along the Yanzishan road. Lingxing, who is driving for chaimurong, looks at every passing or oncoming car with vigilance, reaches out and touches the air headset at the neckline, and is ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

"Miss Chai, it's getting late, maybe those barbecue stalls have been removed, or we..." or shall we find a hotel to have a drink? Before the words came out of Ma Jian's mouth, he saw the smoke coming out of an alley not far from the roadside. Immediately, he knew it was a barbecue stand, and quickly exclaimed excitedly, "Hi! Driver, stop there! "

As the boss of Golden Triangle Tangkou, Ling Xing now admits that he is a driver, but he is only Chai Murong's driver. This kind of horse sword is a guy with embroidered pillows. Even if he cries and shouts to be a driver for him, he doesn't take it with him. But at this time, the boy yelled at him, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Just when he wanted to say something, Chai Murong said faintly: "Ling Xing, go there according to what Mr. Ma said."

"Warhead, butt, stop 50 meters ahead." Now that Chai Murong has spoken. Ling Xing doesn't care about these with Ma Jian any more, so he touches the air headset on his collar and gives the parking order to the two cars.

Since Chai Murong was put on the of killer platform, Lingxing has strengthened her security. As long as she takes the bus, eight elites from all over the country will follow her in two cars at any time. The code name of the car in front is warhead, the code name of the car in back is butt, and the code name of the car he drives is trigger.

This is the real life, even a barbecue has a strong bodyguard to follow, I rely on! Ma Jian, immersed in excitement, didn't see the displeasure on Ling Xing's face. As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped down.

"Murong, do you really want to have a barbecue with such people?" After Ma Jian got out of the car, Tian Ke frowned and said to Chai Murong, "let him eat here. Let's go."

"Now that we have stopped, let's sit down for a while. If we leave him behind, we will run away. It's not authentic." Seeing Tian Ke's dissatisfaction with Ma Jian, Chai Murong smiles and shakes his head, then pushes the door to get off.

After the car stopped, the bodyguards in front and behind. He had been standing in front of chaimurong's car for a long time, turning his body half to the outside, watching the movement around him closely.

See Chai Murong so persistent have to eat barbecue with Ma Jian, Tian Ke very helpless shake his head, had to get off the car with Ling Xing. Together with the bodyguards, Chai Murong walked to the barbecue stand.

The barbecue stall owner, who is baking seafood for several guests, saw more than ten people coming down from three BMW SUVs, surrounded by two people like the stars and the moon... Oh, to be exact, one (Tian Ke, though also of extraordinary temperament. But when she and Chai Murong are together, they will always be ignored by men automatically.) the beautiful woman comes up, and his eyes almost stare out: No, where is the holy elder sister? She is so big. Just to come to my unlicensed stall for barbecue?

"Brother, these people are not pheasants from North Street. They are looking for us to do business, are they?" The boy who was in charge of the barbecue stall owner, after seeing the gray bodyguards take out the paper towel and spread it on the pony, he got close to him and said in a low voice: "do you want to have a word with brother Gouzi. Let him have a look? "

"You don't have any more bullshit! The pheasant is a hanging horse. If he wants people to smash our business, will he invite such a luxury lineup? " The barbecue stall owner raised his hand and gave the boy a slap on the back of the head. Then he showed a pure smile to Ma Jian: "Sir, do you want to have barbecue?"

I haven't entered the boss yet. He raised his hand, fanned under his nose, frowned and said, "nonsense. We don't come to barbecue, do we come to smell the mutton smell on you? "

Looking at Chai Murong sitting down, after swallowing and spitting, the boss smiles politely: "excuse me. What would you like to eat? "

"What can you have here? Just pick up a few of the signature dishes. Hurry up. Oh, by the way, is there Raffi of '84? "

Do you think this is a grand hotel? It's also a signature dish. Lafite? What is Raffi? Is it wine? I haven't heard of this brand of beer. It seems that I have to put in a few cases in the future. The boss grinned. Nodded: "we don't have Lafite here, only Baotu Spring bottled beer."

"In fact, I don't think you can have Lafite here. Let's have a box of Baotu Spring." With that, Ma Jian covered his nose and turned to Chai Murong.

Look at your sour dog. What are you pretending to be? The boss turned his mouth to Ma Jian's back. But when Chai Murong looked this way, he quickly put on a flower like smile.

"Miss Chai, I asked. There is no red wine here, only Baotu Spring bottled beer. Why don't I go to the supermarket and buy one? " As soon as Ma Jian turned around, the disgust on his face disappeared.

You look really stupid. If there were Raffi in such a place, you would not be so retarded. Tian Ke gave Ma Jian a cold look and answered for Chai Murong: "forget it. We sat and left... "As soon as she said this, Ling Xing's mobile phone rang.

"It's uncle Zhou's." Lingxing felt out the mobile phone, said a word to Chai Murong, then connected to the mobile phone, said flatly: "I'm Lingxing... HMM. I see. I'll be right back. Well, I must be careful on the way

After deducting the phone, Ling Xing walked quickly behind Chai Murong and bent down to say a few words.

Because it's sitting opposite chaimurong's desk. Ling Xing's voice was very low, so Ma Jian didn't hear what he said clearly, just heard him mention the word "killer".

"Well." Chai Murong said to Ma Jian in an apologetic tone: "Ma, Xiao Jian, I'm sorry. There's something wrong with the company. I have to hurry back to deal with it. Ha ha, look... "

"Business matters, business matters!" Although he was very disappointed, Ma Jian said wisely: "since we are friends, we will have opportunities to talk with each other in the future... Miss Chai, you just have to be busy. Don't worry about me. I'll call my family and ask them to pick me up."

"Well, I'm really sorry. I'll invite you later." Chai Murong sorry and Ma Jian smile, and then told Ling Xing: "leave some tips for the boss, let's go."

"All right." Ling Xing agreed, took out a stack of hundred yuan notes, and put them on the table. He smiles at the boss, and then with the eight bodyguards, Chai Murong and Tian Ke walk out of the lane.

"Good hearted Miss beauty, take your time... This is the real money. I'm afraid it's thousands." The boss ran from behind the barbecue and grabbed the money on the table.

"Farmers!" Ma Jian turned his mouth in disgust, then took out his mobile phone and walked out of the alley.

Aren't your ancestors raised by farmers? Damn it. If it wasn't for the beautiful lady just now, I would have abandoned you! The barbecue stall owner waved his fist at Ma Jian's back

For the time being, regardless of where Mr. Ma, who was pushed aside, was calling, let's talk about Chai Murong and others first.

"Zhou Bo said that he just got the news that Holland's Sorensen came to southern Hebei this afternoon," Ling Xing reported to Chai Murong after the car started. "Sorensen, a Dutchman, is good at planning, blasting and racing, ranking 12th in the international killer world. He probably came to southern Hebei for that ten million dollars. "