Luo Ye walked briskly to the door, and the crab followed him step by step. "Brother Luo, Brother Luo, you must teach that woman a lesson, she is so arrogant, she dared to scold you, and said that we would level all our bars—"
Luo Ye turned his head and gave him a narrow look, "With her character and ability, she can really do it."
The crab was stiff in place. "What? Level up our bar? How can this be? Didn't she know that you have many high-class friends?"
"The upper-class society is also divided into grades," Luo Ye smiled and patted the thick shoulder of the crab. "Those people in the t ** alliance are just a little money, and they have just been able to keep up with the upper-class society."
"Oh!" The crab looked pained, like a knot in his intestines.
Luo Ye shook his head pityingly, "But don't worry, Brother Luo is here, she can't shovel our bar."
Crab looked expectantly and said, "Brother Luo is going to kill her?"
Luo Ye thought for a while, "I'm afraid I can make her ecstatic at best."
The crab was startled slightly, and then he smirked knowingly, "I wish Luo brother will shoot like a dragon, and the war will become fiercer!"
"It's really good to talk to a bad guy like you." Luo Ye also smirked, "By the way, the statue in the hall is made to suit my taste."
"Thank you Luo Ge for the compliment." Crab breathed a sigh of relief.
Crab was exhausted from his busy schedule today, but he was still very emotional, because it won’t be long before the "Chachaobuki Bar" will become the Lower District of Jinghua City. No, it is the best bar in the entire Jinghua City.
The best and the most profitable. This idea has been lingering in Crab's mind. When Lu Yousong handed over 5 million to him in front of all the younger brothers, this idea was especially strong—until the woman in the red short skirt appeared.
He has seen a lot of fierce women, but there are few that make him feel vaguely disturbed. The crab's lips couldn't help but twitch at the thought of the woman's arrogant, high-pitched air, as if she was slapped in the slap by the woman. Seeing Luo Ye's relaxed state, he couldn't help but ask: "By the way, Brother Luo. How do you know who the murderous woman outside is?"
Luo Ye smiled, "Of course I know, because I specially attracted her."
"Intentionally attracted?" The crab rolled his eyes up and down. "Brother Luo, are you planning to make her pole dance too?"
Luo Ye quickly covered his mouth. "Don't you want to live anymore?"
"Brother Luo, are you also afraid?" The crab couldn't help but let out a confused look. They were walking in the hall, obviously still some distance from the door, and the people outside couldn't hear their conversation at all. Luo Ye covered his mouth, for fear that the sound would go through the door and fall into the woman's ears.
"It's not afraid," Luo Ye shook his head. "A smart man will never set off a fire when a woman is angry."
The crab nodded seemingly. He closed his mouth tightly.
Luo Ye walked to the door, and immediately a younger brother opened the door for him automatically, and at the same time shouted: "Go away, Brother Luo is here!"
The surrounding crowd immediately drew a line, and all stood respectfully. Luo Ye glanced slightly, and found that Ersong and the little brothers with their arms in plaster were among them. Er Song's face flushed, and he whispered: "Hello, Brother Luo." The younger brother behind him immediately shouted, "Hello, Brother Luo!"
Luo Ye smiled and nodded, "Good, good. You must be serious about doing bad things in the future. Don't learn well..."
Makoto Nimatsu nodded in fear, "Brother Luo, that woman—"
Looking down the wall, a woman dressed in precious fur shoulders stood on her back. She was wearing a close-fitting red short skirt with a graceful figure. Her back was tense like a drum that would beat at any time, and her hair was dancing in the wind. A half-smoked cigarette was caught between a slender finger, and the smoke curled up. Fluttering in the wind.
Hearing "Brother Luo is here", the woman just snorted coldly, without even turning her head to look.
"Leave it to me, you are busy with you." A smile appeared on Luo Ye's face, and he walked slowly towards the woman in the red short skirt.
How dare Er Song and others stare nervously at what is about to happen right away.
Luo Ye went all the way to the woman's back, opened his arms around her shoulders, and called out in a soft voice: "Monica..."
The woman in the red dress turned around abruptly, hitting him on the chest with the root of her palm, "The kid surnamed Luo, I'm going to kill you!" Her face was frozen with arrogance, her apricot eyes sparkled with boundless anger-Queen Monica.
Luo Ye laughed and grabbed her arm, "Don't make trouble, flirting and cursing in front of so many little brothers is not good. Hey, you smell so good." Luo Ye took a deep breath of enjoyment. In a sigh of relief. "In the ear, chin, and—"
"Shut up! Kid!" Monica immediately glared at him in embarrassment.
Before coming, she just got off the plane, took a hurried shower at home, poured more than ten kinds of precious essences on her fingertips, tapped on her ears and chin, and finally stunned each of the two ru tips. I clicked it, and she didn't even know why she did it. She always wanted Luo Ye to bow her head to admit defeat, but she didn't know that what she really wanted was Luo Ye's attention.
She looked like an iceberg, gave Luo Ye a fierce look, and broke her arm out of Luo Ye's hand. "It looks like you know I will come?"
Luo Ye shrugged, "To be precise, I want you to come."
Monica sneered and glanced at Luo Ye with almost disdainful eyes. "That's it! No wonder you drove my Reventon for a hundred red lights! It seems that you have something to ask me for..."
"You are wrong, it's my Reventon." Luo Ye reminded with a smile: "You lost to me, together with your clothes—" He didn't mention why Monica was invited.
Monica said angrily: "But your ticket for running the red light is counted on me!"
Luo Ye said carelessly: "I believe that with your old sister's ability, it is not a problem to settle a hundred red light violations. By the way, I seem to be still a high-level member of Tang Wan Manor. Looking back, you saw your old sister. At that time, greet her for me, saying that I must go to her room when I have time."
Monica murmured angrily, "Let my sister know that you must be stripped of your skin."
"Oh?" Luo Ye asked back: "Is it like I took your skin?"
Monica gasped angrily, avoiding Luo Ye's words, "Boy, do you know what I was doing when I got the news?"
"Uh-undressing?" Luo Ye speculated.
"I'm at the Singapore Financial Summit! It's my turn to speak immediately!" Monica said coldly: "But you drove my Reventon all over the red light! Give me trouble!"
"It's my Reventon—" Luo Ye hissed when he saw Monica's cannibalistic expression, "Well, it's our Reventon. But since the financial summit is so important, you don't need to come back at all. "
Monica was speechless for a while, "I just want to... come back and help the police identify people so that you can be caught in prison for a few days."
"Really?" Luo Ye looked around, "The police are there, you see, those who carry the billboards are."
Monica was startled. She didn't expect Luo Ye's network resources to expand so rapidly in just a few days. Of course, she didn’t really want to throw Luo Ye into prison. That would be no fun. She just wanted him to bow his head and admit defeat and admit that she was the winner—
"Huh..." Monica took a breath of smoke quietly, and then gracefully spit the smoke onto Luo Ye's face.
Luo Ye smiled, "Are you still angry about the ticket?"
Idiot! Tickets are nothing at all! Monica pursed her scarlet lips, lowered her voice and said, "Can't you just bow your head to me?"
"Oh? Are you begging me?" Luo Ye raised his voice with a smirk.
Monica pouted and said: "I really flew back from Singapore for you. You even ran a hundred red lights. I knew that you must be looking for me in an urgent matter, so I was even in front of the international financial giants. I gave up the opportunity to speak, Luo Ye, for this, you should also thank me, right?"
"Use the tenderness strategy again?" Luo Ye shook his head, "This trick is not for you."
Don't eat soft or hard! The ferocity on Monica's face was completely exposed. She grabbed Luo Ye by the collar and dragged him to her face, "Bow my head to me, or I will turn around and leave, and promise not to return to China in a short time."
"That won't work," Luo Ye said with a smile: "If I bow my head to you so easily, you will lose interest in me."
"Okay, I'll leave now." Monica shook Luo Ye away and turned around angrily.
Luo Ye said, "I have a chance to lower my head, don't you want to try?"
Monica didn't stop and walked to the side of her sports car. She was calm on the surface, but in her heart she kept chanting "Hold me, hold me", even if Luo Ye only said one more word, she could stay.
Luo Ye smiled helplessly, "Well, Monica, you won."
Monica turned her back, waiting for the smile at the corner of her mouth to completely disappear before turning around and walking in front of Luo Ye again.
"Head down," she said in a haughty tone. Let Luo Ye bow his head in front of Luo Ye's younger brother, this is a perfect opportunity for revenge.
"How low is it?" Luo Ye asked with a grin.
Monica thought for a while, "At least ninety degrees."
"Does your waist suffer?" Luo Ye asked.
Monica asked suspiciously: "What do you mean..." Before she finished her words, Luo Ye suddenly hugged her and put her down backwards. "Ah-you!" Monica lost her focus, for fear that Luo Ye would let go and leave her on the cold ground.
"I have bowed my head to you, are you satisfied now?" Luo Ye's lips were in front of Monica, and the exhaled heat made Monica's ears dry.
"Unsatisfied!" Monica gasped, "What are you bowing to! I'm lower than you!"
Luo Ye smiled softly, "You should understand that if you want me to really bow my head, I can't do it with little tricks."
Monica pondered, "Help me up."
Luo Ye helped her up. Monica tidyed her hair and dress, "Go, please go to your bar and drink the strongest bottle of wine, maybe I am happy to listen to your request...". . )