Understanding, vaguely also smell some unusual, Feng Yiting up at the same time also looked at the next side of the man, invited: "boss Cheng, together?"

Then, a group of people went out of the door together and took them into the elevator. Another manager happened to pass by, and Lulin took the opportunity to get out. The door of the elevator closed, and the two quickly turned and walked back:

"what's the matter?"

Face cold Su, Huo Qingyang at the foot of the pace also increased a few minutes.

"I'll arrange it when I hear from you. After a search, I found that Haige had been ordered into the private room to deliver the meal for a long time, but it happened to be on the third floor. I tried to let people in to exchange the person and take the opportunity to support him. However, I didn't expect that the person inside was Shen Wanjin, the owner of Wanjin nightclub, which was rising recently. This person was low-key and mysterious before. We didn't even find a picture, but Wanjin nightclub was in our eyes He got up quietly. The bigger he was, the more successful he was. The waiter was smart. He didn't move after knowing the details. He told me that if he had an impression on this person, it was not the first time he came to our paradise star, it was an old customer! When I went to explore again, I heard that it was crackling and not peaceful inside. I used to ask the waiter to test it, and I was turned out. There should be an accident, and a young lady was also detained inside! Isn't this on the third floor? I'm afraid the noise will make you surprised again, and it will backfire. That's why I went to find you! "

Step son a meal, Huo Qing Yang's eyebrow twisted: "know what matter?"

"Haige didn't come out. I think it's probably related to her. Recently, she's our living sign. Half of the people who come here are because of her! Although I have secretly told her to reduce her quota and workload, and even raise the price, there is still an endless stream of people who want to order! "

It's about her?

Although the girl's temperament is full of toughness, she is a spoiled young lady. It's good if she can bear it for a while. Can you expect her to bear it for the rest of her life? No trouble!

But where is the nightclub?

To put it bluntly, this is the place where dignity can be exchanged for money, trampled on, and vented. Those who have money or no money come in to seek dignity. What they want is to have fun! But what was her origin? How can you bear these and let others rub? No accident, no ghost! Nightclub and her life are totally two worlds, Yulong mixed here is far more complex than she imagined!

So he didn't refuse her all the time. He didn't expect the girl to sneak in by herself. The reason why he couldn't fire her or drive her out directly is to prevent her from going to other nightclubs when she goes out. Otherwise, it's OK. If there's a real problem, he can't clean up whether she's in his territory or not. How can he explain it to Feng's family? The key is to get rid of her idea and let her give up.

He wanted to press it. He didn't expect things to develop like this. Now it's getting out of control!

After rubbing the temple, Huo Qingyang could not help but wring his brow: "this little evil spirit ~"

when she came here, she was extremely restless. Before she could educate her, the evil came first. It was really a headache!

Turning around, Huo Qingyang is about to enter the private room. Suddenly, his arm is pulled by someone, but Lu Lin lowers his voice again and says:

"by the way, Jiuye, there is one more thing. When Shen Ye comes, he brings his bodyguard. It seems that he has a famous painting, which may have just been taken from an auction house or bought!"

Subconsciously, I think it's time to mention him, so as not to cause misunderstanding and unnecessary losses. After all, in their line of business, they have two meanings.

Nodding, Huo Qingyang said that he knew, and then pushed the door of the room with a bang. Time seemed to be standing still at this moment, and Qi's eyes gathered in all directions.

As soon as his eyes fell, he took the lead in meeting a pair of frightened purple pupils. As soon as his face sank, Huo Qingyang's heart began to fire. His falling fist clenched and strode forward unconsciously. The man in black instinctively backed away and shook his hand. Huo Qingyang sat down on one side of the sofa:

"it's better to meet him than to be famous after I've heard about the name of Lord Shen for a long time! Mr. Shen, what do you mean? You're going to smash my court? "

The line of sight swept coldly, the focal length of Huo Qingyang's Mou Guang stayed on the opposite tea table for a few minutes, then took out a cigarette and lit it. At this time, Feng Jingyi was half pulled by a bodyguard's hair and half knelt on the ground, unable to move. One side of her cheek was pressed on the reflective table, twisted to deformation, and looked miserable and embarrassed to the extreme.

In the middle of the sofa, there is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is mature, introverted, well-dressed, and has a smile on his lips. It gives people a false feeling that his smile can't reach the bottom of his eyes. The moment when his eyes meet, there will even be some creepy feeling. However, if we go further, we will have the illusion that the man in front of our eyes is very kind.

As Huo Qingyang's first feeling, straight body forward, but the man is the first ha ha smile: "where? That's what I want to say! "

Similarly, he took out a cigarette and lit it. The man's eyes also swept on the table in the middle: "I heard that there is a rare person in heaven star. I just want to come and see him out of curiosity!"As soon as my eyes turned, the man's eyes fell on Huo Qingyang, and a shrewd flash flashed at the bottom of his eyes:

"however, it seems that Jiuye's men don't know much and don't understand the rules. I come here with real gold and silver with good intentions, but I'm not only flattered, beaten in the face, but also broke my fortune!"

Following the man's line of sight, Huo Qingyang noticed that there seemed to be a bloody scratch on one side of the man's cheek. On one side of the sofa, there was a crooked blue jewelry gift box. He could see the shining diamonds. By visual inspection, it was either a bracelet or a necklace, which should be valuable. There was a pool of obvious wine left on the middle table, and a pair of bright and open jewelry on the edge Show the infected painting.

Suddenly, he remembered something. Huo Qingyang's eyes narrowed involuntarily: scars, jewelry, famous paintings, purple pupil beauty who can't move words on the stage. Is this the complete scene of the crime?

After a puff of smoke, Huo Qingyang didn't move.

After a pause, the man opened his mouth first:

"it's not that I don't give Jiuye face. I don't lose a star and a half here! Whatever else, this painting of Songyang Han cypress is the authentic work of Emperor Qianlong, worth more than 87 million yuan, but this glass of wine has destroyed most of it - "

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