Chapter 727

But even if mujiutian calculated the time, he arrived at the box five minutes later than expected.

Push open the box door, her face outlined with a smile: "sorry, there was an accident on the road, I'm late."

There were more people in the box than expected. In addition to Andre and Bartley, who were sitting at the table, there were three people in the same black suit standing around. They nodded to her as soon as she scanned the past, with the momentum of elites in Paris's Jinrong street.

I thought it was like the first meeting, her late arrival would meet Andre's gaze and low voice, but he didn't speak. Instead, Bartley frowned, brewing a very obvious worry: "car accident, are you hurt?"

Looking up, both of them are very serious today. They have a stiff suit and tie, a square handkerchief folded in their front pocket, and a box of cigarettes on the table in front of Bartley. They look strange. As for Andre, they are still elegant rings and dignified crutches. They haven't ordered afternoon tea yet. There is a cup of fragrant coffee in front of everyone.

"It's OK. It didn't affect us."

He opened his chair and sat down. He was not interested in the menu Bartley handed him. He raised his face to him and said with a smile, "if there's anything, I think we can start talking now."

"The taste of macarons here is no worse than that of Paris. I heard Shirley say that you little girls like these. You can order one."

Bartley pushed the menu over again. He pressed his fingers on the table with a strong voice, which was low-alcohol and had a trace of years. He had the gentleness of being a father and wanted to make up for it.

The sight projected on her body was so hot that mujiutian could hardly see each other. He sat in the same place for a few seconds and looked down like an escape. He opened the menu and glanced at her casually. He restrained his emotion and said, "let's have a macaroni."

The attendant immediately bowed, "OK, just a moment, please."

In less than three minutes, the favorite macaroni afternoon tea set meal for the best friend's party was delivered to the table. There was a delicate three-layer silver plate, beside which there was a decoration carved into swans. The slender neck was raised high, and the feathers and beaks were carved vividly.

Cover up the sipping, between the lips and tongue almost sweet to greasy, put down the fork, Mu wine sweet voice warm light: "tea also drink, macaroni also eat, if this time about me is something, I think now should be able to say."

The polite and unfamiliar voice made Bartley's eyes darken: "it's not that I'm looking for you, it's that you're out..." suddenly, he suddenly remembered that not only did Mu Jiutian's relationship with himself not ease, but also his relationship with Andre was in the most alienated state, even in the early days of Paris, Every time they met, their words were somewhat aggressive: "Mr. Andre is looking for you."

Mu wine sweet indifferent lips, for her, they have no difference, just will apricot eyes moved in the past, did not say a word.

Big palm rubbed on the crutch, his eyes were hidden under his sunglasses, he had a kind of incomprehensible attitude, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was no obvious emotional fluctuation: "I just want you to sign a document this time." Said, two fingers close together, called: "Qi Lian."

The man standing behind him came forward, nodded to mujiutian, then took out the document from his briefcase and sent it to her respectfully with a pen: "Miss Kiel, please sign."

All the documents were written in French, and in the end there was Andre's handwriting, which occupied most of the place. Just like the man in front of him, he was so arrogant that he felt completely superior.

Mujiutian's pretty face suddenly became cold, with her usual warmth and coolness in her movements. She just glanced at the document and refused to move. Her eyebrows and eyes were shallow, and she couldn't see too much emotion: "before I sign, should Mr. Andre tell me what I signed, or you ask me to sign a document that will serve the klester family for a lifetime, Do I have to sign it? "

Her attitude towards him has never been respectful to the elders, but has the pride and warmth that he has never met in the younger generation.

He always felt like himself when he was young.

So even if all the subordinates around him frowned, his attitude did not change at all. He quietly raised his eyes behind his sunglasses: "there are many terms in the document, but to sum up, there is only one thing. My descendants, whether they are legitimate or foreigners, will get a gift from me when they are 18 years old, Although you are Bartley's child, it's always agraia who admits that he likes you, so of course you should have one. "Mu wine sweet smell speech without the slightest peep covet and joy, just gently smile: "that's really sorry, I don't need."

"These words don't have to be said so fast." Andre leaned back a few degrees with his hands on crutches, and looked at her quietly with a sense of authority from the upper class: "you can see what I gave you first."

After all, he was bullied outside, and he didn't like her, so he didn't get less than Jesse.

The subordinate next to him immediately coughed and was ready to report. However, he opened his mouth and said one word. Mujiutian raised his hand to stop him. He gave Andrea a a smile and said, "again, no matter what you give me, I won't take it."

She's as stubborn as she was two years ago.

"No merit, no salary?" Andre chewed the word, looked through his sunglasses at the face that was really similar to Bartley, opened his mouth slowly, and showed no secret of displeasure and arrogance: "this word is not as simple as you said. As far as I know, your little sister wants to play with Qi..."

I don't know if I'm too lazy to remember Qi Ruifeng's name, Or is it true that the name of Xicheng District is difficult for the native French. After reading the word "Qi" twice, he said: "what's the name?"

"It's Qi Ruifeng, sir."

"Oh, Qi Ruifeng." Turning the ring on his finger, he scratched a deep meaning at the bottom of his eyes: "and your little sister's brother, it seems that he wants to bring down the Qi family directly. Even you are not clearly involved with that Gu, not to mention that you still have a son between you and him... Do you think that if you really can't get out of the situation, where can you come from

Andre's voice is very old, full of analysis and persuasion at this age.

But let Mu wine sweet instant cold face: "you investigate me?"

"I don't need to investigate this at all. I just need to send someone out to inquire about the noisy things in Xicheng District."

Watching her fingers curl up on the table, Andre's voice is still cold and thin, and even his words are almost cruel: "men who indulge in gentle countryside will lose their due vigilance and vigilance, but if they wake up one day, even you and your little sisters will die under their hands."

Even though the Sheng family has risen again, the prestige of Qi family and Gu family in Xicheng District is incomparable.

In the final analysis, Sheng huainuan dares to be so arrogant and even pretentious now. It's just that he leaves three days later, and he gets Qi Ruifeng's feelings for her.

It's like when Qi Ruifeng got her feelings right.

After all, no one is more noble than anyone else.

Mu Jiutian closed his eyes gradually: "Mr. Andre means... Ready to provoke?"

"What do you say?"

The light three words can hardly leave any trace in the quiet box, but each word reveals the superior examination and arrogance.

His breathing suddenly increased, and Bartley sat beside him all the time, without a word in. Even at this time, he was calm as if nothing had happened.