Chapter 285

But what does qingluan want to do?

She and she are not familiar enough to sit and chat together, especially the last time someone sent her a picture of qingluan and Nan tingliao together. Although I'm not sure it must be qingluan's hair, it has nothing to do with her.

I don't know how long later, the car finally stopped. Jiang Shiwei was taken to a castle. Rao Shiwei was well-informed and surprised by the scenery in front of him.

In her impression, Nanjia's old house has been the best house she has seen for so many years, but the castle in front of her seems not to exist in the world.

It is majestic and unique in shape. Just standing in front of it, there is a frightening shock.

This is a height that the Jiang family will never reach in their lifetime.

When the white bodyguard saw her standing where she was, he couldn't help but make an invitation gesture: "Miss Jiang, please come inside."

Jiang Shiwei was stunned. He covered up his gaffe and followed him into the castle. The castle was huge. He didn't arrive at a restaurant until he was almost dizzy.

The restaurant is very large and can almost accommodate dozens of people to eat. It is like a small family gathering place. Qingluan sits there gracefully. It is obviously her own dinner, but there are nearly 100 dishes for her to choose. With such an exquisite and luxurious life, she is born a high queen.

If Jiang Shiwei can't see what qingluan means, she will be blind. She eats here but asks her to stand there and wait. She stands there quietly and doesn't make a sound.

The white bodyguard behind him didn't know when to leave.

For a moment, there were only two of them and the servant waiting on one side in the huge restaurant. Qingluan drank the soup slowly and gracefully, as if she were tasting the best things in the world.

When the soup bowl was put down, the servant on the side handed the napkin in time.

She gently wiped her mouth, then put the napkin, and then raised her eyes to look at Jiang Shiwei.

Jiang Shiwei thought that the woman finally remembered that there was another her. Although qingluan was not at the same level as her in China, she would at least say hello kindly. Tonight, she completely understood what the identity difference was.

Seeing that there was no abnormality in the slight spirit color of Jiang style, not even a trace of anger, qingluan finally lazily raised his hand and said calmly: "sit down."

Jiang Shiwei knew that he couldn't get out of the castle if he didn't follow qingluan's meaning today, so he sat down frankly: "miss qingluan is really easy to wait. I thought I was going to stand here tonight."

"Miss Jiang joked. Visitors are guests. I, as the host, should also entertain the guests well." qingluan opened her mouth. She called Miss Jiang, not Mrs. Nan.

When she was at home, she at least called herself sister-in-law in front of Nan tingliao, but now she even saves this title. It seems that she is not as pleasant as she imagined.

Jiang Shiwei is sure that qingluan deliberately took the photo that day. Is it difficult? Does she also like Nanting Liao? If you take off your glasses, I'm afraid there are few women who are not interested in Nan tingliao's evil face.

It's really a pile of rotten peach blossoms.

All day outside to attract bees and butterflies to her.

Nan tingliao, who had been in China, suddenly stopped his work and had a far-reaching vision. He didn't wear glasses today. With a hint of laziness on his handsome face, he asked Zhan Bei: "do you know when his wife's play in China will be finished?"

"I heard it was these two days," said Zhan Bei.

Nan tingliao said, "by the way, where is she now?"

Jiang Shiwei has been abroad for several times during this period, but he has also lost Chi Youhui's fame. Otherwise, according to his tossing method, it is estimated that the film has not been released and has lost all his money.

"Now in the Vatican City of state M." Zhan Bei opened his mouth.

When he heard the name, a trace of darkness flashed in Nan tingliao's eyes. How did Jiang Shiwei get there? More importantly, he didn't have any news in advance: "why didn't you tell me?"

During this time, he was so busy that he didn't have the chance to speak. However, Zhan Bei looked at the man's obviously cold look and knew how much he cared about Jiang Shiwei. If Jiang Shiwei had something wrong in M, he would die a hundred times without paying for it. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva unnaturally and told Nan tingliao everything he knew: "Mr. Chi's last scene was shot over there. He said there was a statue of the goddess of light over there, so he must go to Vatican City."

Without any hesitation, Nan tingliao said, "book me the nearest ticket right away. I'm going to Vatican City."

"But, sir, if you go back now, the snow house..." Zhan Bei hesitated.

Unexpectedly, Nan tingliao looked as cold as snow, like covered with a thin layer of Frost: "I can't care so much now. If there's nothing wrong, it's OK, but if there's anything..."

When he said this, he paused for a moment. His eyes seemed to penetrate the time and fall somewhere. For a long time, his hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat: "do you know where Vatican City is?"

Zhan Bei has been in state m for many years. How can he not know where Vatican City is? It can almost be regarded as the most chaotic and free place in state M.

There is not only the mysterious and powerful snow empire that people have been looking for, but also a chaotic free port.

Everything can happen there.

After Zhan Bei went out, Nan tingliao called Jiang Shiwei, but Jiang Shiwei showed that he was turned off and called Leshan. Leshan's mobile phone also couldn't get through.

Finally, Nan tingliao couldn't bear to call Chi Youhui. Chi Youhui was busy shooting the last play. He casually dealt with him and hung up.

Nan tingliao was very angry here, but Chi Youhui never answered his phone again.

For the first time, Nan tingliao wanted to beat the man.

Qingluan glanced at the servants, who seemed to have a heart. For a moment, there were only two of them left in the restaurant.

"Sit down." qingluan smiled.

You make complaints about your heart, and make complaints about it. I thought you were going to let me stand here for a lifetime.

Qingluan saw that she looked neither humble nor arrogant, and a trace of contempt flashed on her beautiful and exquisite face, but her voice sounded clearly: "Jiang Shiwei, do you know what I asked you to do today?"