Ning Xi sat among a pile of game consoles, magazines, and snacks, feeling like a pet waiting for its owner...
After a while, Cheng Feng, Shi Xiao, Xiong Zhi and several others came in one after another.
The other subordinates who had never seen Ning Xi were all surprised to see a pretty girl sitting next to Lu Tingxiao. Shi Xiao and Xiong Zhi looked at Ning Xi, who was sitting on the sofa with a magazine in her arms, and their mouths twitched slightly...
Ning Xi had no time to think about eating, drinking and having fun. She secretly glanced at Lu Tingxiao, and while he was concentrating on his work, she quickly sent a text message to a certain bastard.
[Mr. Yun, you’re a turtle bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ]
To express anger, countless exclamation marks were added after it.
Soon, the other side replied.
[Yun Luobo: Say it again!]
Damn! He dares to threaten her? He is right!
Ning Xi typed: [As you wish! Crow, turtle, king, eight, eggs!!!]
[Yun Luobo: Ning Xi! You are looking for death!]
Ning Xi looked at this line of words and got angry: [You are the one who did the immoral things yourself and you don’t allow others to talk about it! You can’t beat them openly so you attack them secretly! Calling you a turtle for such despicable and shameless behavior is an insult to turtles!!!]
After about ten seconds, the other party replied to her: [Yun Luobo: I sneak attack?]
Ning Xi continued to edit the message quickly and sent it over: [It's not who you are! Don't tell me that Filo and Alice are not yours! ]
This time, the other side replied almost immediately: [Yun Luobo: You guys are fighting?]
Ning Xi snorted: [Nonsense! If it weren't for my wit and bravery, I would have been dead! Of course, this is not the point, don't change the subject!]
[Yun Luobo: Honey, this is of course the point.]
…
Meanwhile, in Las Vegas, at an underground bar.
Dazzling lights, deafening music, men and women in the dance floor are reveling in a drunken stupor.
In the middle of the bar, under a huge spherical crystal chandelier, in a large and luxurious booth, sat a blond Italian man. He had a handsome appearance but a somewhat evil look in his eyes.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a large group of hot beauties, drinking and having fun wantonly, a scene of decadence like a pool of wine and a forest of meat...
Just a few steps away from him, sat a black-haired man with an oriental face.
The man was sitting alone on a large sofa, wearing a pair of gentle gold-rimmed glasses and Bluetooth headphones on his ears. A laptop was placed on the coffee table in front of him, and he gave off an aura that said "keep away from strangers".
No matter how revelry there was in the bar, no one dared to approach him, which formed a strange and sharp contrast with the Italian man across the street who was indulging in alcohol and sex.
After a moment, the black-haired man nodded respectfully in the direction of the computer, then stood up and walked to the Italian man opposite him. He asked calmly, "Mr. Augustine, was Philo's action your order?"
The blond Italian man raised his drunken face, "Uh-huh... Filo... Oh yes, it's my order! What's the matter my dear partner?"
The black-haired man said expressionlessly: "You touched someone you shouldn't have touched."
"Someone you shouldn't touch?" The Italian man looked confused and absent-minded. Then he suddenly remembered something and showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. "You mean that woman..."