Chapter 9

In the evening, although wishing didn't go to Zuo house, he received a phone call.

It was her best friend who called. Something happened to her cousin and asked her to make a wish to help. She was holding a photography exhibition abroad and couldn't separate for the moment.

In 1944, the largest gathering place for the rich second generation in the city, I felt that things might change. When I finished making up, I called Zhang Baichen and sent some bodyguards.

When she led the people to arrive, the noisy hall was noisy and a large group of people gathered together. The leader in the middle seemed to be a rich and young man, who had not seen much before and was very unfamiliar.

After making a wish, several people were injured and their heads were bleeding. Not far away, a beautiful young boy was almost the person she was looking for.

"What's going on?" She came forward and opened her mouth.

Kuo Shao Leng hummed and looked at her at the moment. "You are the little rabbit who called to give money! Listen, he hurt our people here and smashed a lot of things, almost one plus, 500000!"

"You take the money and we'll let people go. Otherwise, we'll unload the cub's claws first today!"

Kuo Shao babbled a lot, and made a wish. She understood it in two words. She looked at the young boy, "are you Jane Yan's cousin? What's your name?"

"Su Yimo." He replied, raised his head at the same time, wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said, "you are my sister's friend. I can handle this. Don't bother."

Wishing and smiling, it seems that the boy of 18 or 19 is not very timid.

But it's not something a child like him can handle.

She glanced at the rich and young. When she opened her mouth, she took out several cheques from her wallet, which added up to almost 500000, and smashed them in front of the rich and young.

For a moment, both rich and young were stunned.

"There's a lot of money for you, but you also hurt my people. What should I do?" The tone of wishing is soft, but it has its own momentum.

Gentle, cold, a quiet surge of authority.

At this time, someone in the rear recognized the wish and hurried over to whisper to Kuo Shao. Kuo Shao suddenly changed his face, blinked awkwardly and smiled, "Oh, I almost didn't recognize it. It was president Xu. Look, I have no eyes..."

"I don't want to hear nonsense!" Wishing to directly raise his hand to interrupt, his side Yan glanced at the bodyguard and ordered, "teach the young master well, what price does it cost to beat someone!"

It's her usual way to give back the other way.

Kuo Shao was completely confused and wanted to beg for mercy, but he was stopped by two bodyguards and dragged out, leaving a cry all the way.

The people around me slowly dispersed.

"Go or not?" Make a wish and look at Su Yimo.

On his white face, he was surprised, and the complex congealed to her, "have you done it?"

Wishing, I couldn't help laughing and shaking my head helplessly, "have you ever? I've always helped my relatives or not. You don't understand, but your sister knows."

She has always been like this. The wishes made in the mall are even more cruel and cold. In all aspects, she is not inferior to any man.

It's a pity that such a decisive woman has been humble in front of that man for so many years!

Upstairs, I almost witnessed the whole journey of Mo yuan and Cheng Huan. I couldn't help clapping my hands and whistling, "this girl hasn't changed at all!"

Most of Zuo Zhan's body stood in the dark of the light, his intoxicated eyes were light and deep, and he hooked his lower lip. It seems that he was worried too much. It's not unusual to make a wish or the one he knew.

Make a wish to send Su Yimo back and call Jian Yan again. Unexpectedly, I met Mo yuan.

Su Yimo put his tongue on his cheek and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, while looking at the back of wishing upstairs and thinking about editing a message with his mobile phone - I took the task.

The box upstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zuo Zhan on the single sofa not far away, a light colored shirt with slightly rolled cuffs, a light leaning figure, a place with one leg, or the posture of the uncle.

Ruffian, he's kind of handsome.

"Brother Zhan will leave it to you. He's a little drunk!" Mo yuan left a word and pulled Cheng Huan out.

I can also see the wish. There are more than a dozen empty bottles on the table. How much have you drunk

He looked at her drunk with his peach eyes, and smiled on his lips, a little evil and bewitching.

Who is this tempting here?!

Wishing to make a quick decision, staring at the mobile phone on his desk, "contact your fiancee to pick you up!"

He was about to turn around, but his wrist was gripped