Today, Moran wore a black silk shirt, loose black culottes, black high heels, and her hair was tied up casually.
She didn't wear any jewelry, just a little makeup, but she looked smart and elegant. The most important thing is that Moran is a natural beauty, her eyes are shining, and she is so beautiful!
Du Weiguo straightened up, gently held Moran's waist, and introduced the two of them with a cheerful expression:
"This is Triss. She is my spokesperson in Pattaya and also my woman. She means she is mine."
Du Weiguo swore his sovereignty in an extremely domineering manner. Upon hearing this, Moran's eyes became even more charming, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at him.
Moran stretched out his hand generously, shook James and Songpa respectively, and said in a clean and crisp tone:
"Hello, my name is Tris. I will rely on you two more in Pattaya from now on."
James looked at her deeply and said in a very polite tone:
"Hello, Ms. Triss, my name is James. Nice to meet you. I will definitely cooperate sincerely."
Songpa has a straightforward personality and speaks more directly:
"Madam boss, if anything happens in the future, just give your orders and I will do my best."
Songpa used the word "proprietress" in poor Chinese, but Moran used it very well. His beautiful fox eyes instantly turned into a crescent shape.
At noon, Mo Lan lay lazily in Du Weiguo's arms like a pool of spring water, and gently drew on Du Weiguo's chest with his slender fingers.
"Du Weiguo, you tricked me into coming to Siam, threw your money at me, and then you went to Hong Kong Island to sleep and fly with Zhao Yingnan, right? It's a good plan. Do you think I am a woman who loves money?"
"Snapped!"
Du Weiguo didn't say anything, and he was afraid of her vagina without hesitation. The touch felt like "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk".
"It hurts! Why did you hit me? Am I right?"
Mo Lan was possessed by the drama queen, his tone was plaintive, and his eye circles were red. Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly, picked up the cigarette case, lit one, and exhaled the smoke in a long breath:
"Mo Lan, the drama has gone too far. Otherwise, I will ask Zhao Yingnan to come to Pattaya to manage the business of the stall, and you and I will return to Hong Kong Island?"
"OK!"
Mo Lan answered without hesitation, with a decisive tone. Du Weiguo glanced at her, curled his lips noncommittally, and said nothing.
Moran sat up and asked reluctantly:
"Du Weiguo, what are you talking about? Keep your word, when will we return to Hong Kong Island?"
Du Weiguo's tone was very calm:
"Well, I will call James in a moment and ask him to go to Hong Kong Island in person and pick up Yingnan. After explaining the things here, we will go to Hong Kong Island together."
"real?"
Du Weiguo curled up his lips, took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt directly into the ashtray, picked up the phone on the bedside, and made a call.
His tone was very calm:
"Hey, I'm looking for James~"
"Snapped!"
Moran reached out and hung up the phone. She pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly:
"Du Weiguo, if you win, I want to stay in Pattaya."
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said in a joking tone:
"What? Moran, don't you want to stay together with me?"
Moran's expression was slightly embarrassed, and his tone was somewhat sarcastic:
"I, I like the tropics. The weather here is warm and it's like spring all year round~"
"Hahaha!"
Such a lame excuse made Du Weiguo laugh unbridled. In fact, he knew clearly in his heart that Molan was a career-oriented woman who was enterprising and ambitious.
Du Weiguo was in the Triangle, in Supan, in Bangkok, and even in Pattaya, killing heads and rivers of blood along the way.
Having gained a huge reputation, any knowledgeable boss would tremble in fear at the mention of evil spirits and the black and white ways in Siam.
Now in the city of Pattaya, Du Weiguo is the invisible and uncrowned king, who can call upon the wind and rain and follow his words.
Moran is in Pattaya, with hundreds of millions of baht in cash and ready-made monopoly channels. Then both black and white have to please her, and she also has the support of the boss of Bangkok's Chinatown.
As Du Weiguo's spokesperson, absolutely no one dares to touch her. How can this business take off? The key is to enjoy it!
Awakening to control the world is not a dream that only men can have.
Of course, Du Weiguo had carefully considered letting Moran come to Siam. Moran had outstanding military skills, was smart and capable, and had worked in the special service.
There is no lack of scheming or means, which can not only help him maintain the current situation in Pattaya, but also carry it forward.
Another point is that if Du Weiguo wants to stay on Hong Kong Island, he must separate Mo Lan and Zhao Yingnan. Hong Kong Island is too small, and one king and two queens are not realistic.
Moran's thoughts were seen through, and her expression was a little shy, but she rolled her eyes, and suddenly she became angry and yelled:
"Why are you laughing? Du Weiguo, I just want to hold on to your money bag so that you can't live without me!"
Du Weiguo grabbed Molan's shoulders and held her in his arms again, with a cheerful tone:
"That's right, Moran, all my savings are in your hands. If this goes wrong, we will have to eat chaffy vegetables for the rest of our lives!"
Moran snorted, his tone extremely arrogant:
"Huh! Who are you looking down on? I'm a serious mathematician. I won't mess around with money. Let me tell you, Du Weiguo, if you want money in the future, you have to beg me."
"Snapped!"
Moran's vagina was hit hard again, and he let out an exclamation of pain. Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp:
"Are you rebelling against Tiangang? I will let you see the family's methods today."
Moran stood up like a vigorous female leopard, her eyes shining:
"Who is afraid of whom? I will fight with you!"
"Dingling bell~"
At this moment, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang. Du Weiguo frowned and reached out to pick it up. Mo Lan lay on his back and listened with his ear.
There was a woman's voice on the phone, speaking English with a slight accent and a very anxious tone:
"Mr. Wesley, I am the front desk of the hotel. The yacht you parked in the sea moved by itself!"
"Fuck!"
As soon as he heard this, Du Weiguo suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his back. He jumped out of the bed and ran straight to the terrace to gaze into the distance.
The yacht he snatched was spinning in the sea at this moment, running amok as if he was drunk.
"Damn it, I forgot about this big fox, Gan! With its short legs, it still wants to drive a yacht, how crazy is it?"
Time goes back to yesterday evening, 1 hour before Moran arrived in Pattaya.
Du Weiguo used a full 11 bottles of Montrachet white wine, plus 4 bottles of Coché dry red, to completely drink the big fox until he was completely unconscious, and then threw it directly on the yacht.
Du Weiguo is very confident. Now in Pattaya, absolutely no one dares to touch his boat.
"What's wrong? What could make you so panicked?"
Moran came to Du Weiguo's side wearing a bed sheet and asked softly. Du Weiguo frowned, stared at the yacht in the sea, and spoke in a grand voice:
"Damn, what a disaster! I've completely forgotten about this aunt. Moran, please hurry up. Forget it, let me go. You continue to live here and wait for my call."
Mo Lan looked confused, and Du Weiguo had no time to explain. He got dressed as quickly as possible, picked up his gift bag and went downstairs.
Moran stood on the terrace blankly, looking at Du Weiguo downstairs of the hotel, running towards the beach like lightning, her face could not help but darken.
"Du Weiguo, you shameless pervert, you must have provoked the vixen again! I'm going to lose all your money."
If Du Weiguo hears Mo Lan's words, he will definitely cry foul. Yes, Hu Diehua is indeed a vixen, and she is a genuine one. She is almost 200 years old!
Du Weiguo, the grandson, deliberately took off his clothes at the beach in order to cover up the smell of Moran, then carried two travel bags and swam all the way to the yacht.
At this moment, in the cockpit, the big fox, who was dizzy and had not yet completely sobered up, was trying hard to control the yacht in an attempt to dock.
In other words, although Miss Hu is a fox fairy with profound knowledge, she cannot create something out of nothing, nor can she follow the laws of heaven and earth, or the art of transformation.
This is the middle of the fucking sea, and Miss Hu can't find anyone who can control her upper body, and its short arms and short legs determine a very cruel fact.
That is, at the same time, the steering wheel and the accelerator can only reach the same position, so the yacht drives like a wild dog, scurrying away.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He was wet and looked as embarrassed as a drowned dog.
When Du Weiguo got on the boat just now, he was almost crushed to death by the sudden turn of the ship. He had to use blinking to escape the disaster.
Seeing the big fox still jumping up and down while sailing, Du Weiguo was furious. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the big fox's neck, and then quickly clamped it under his arm.
He took a step forward and turned off the yacht's engine. Like a mad dog, the yacht finally calmed down after twisting in the sea for a long time.
"Du Weiguo, you bastard, you actually left me alone on the boat. You are not allowed to pinch me. It's uncomfortable."
The big fox was struggling under Du Weiguo's armpits, claws scratching wildly. Its claws were extremely sharp, and Du Weiguo's ribs instantly turned red.
Frowning, Du Weiguo gently placed the big fox on the chair, then turned around and left the cockpit.
The smell of blood stimulated the big fox's sensitive sense of smell. It sniffed and shook its head. It woke up a little from the wine, looked down at its paws, and then came closer to smell it. The big fox's eyes became clearer again.
"Did I scratch him just now? Damn it, Du Weiguo is such a petty guy, wouldn't he leave me alone in Siam?"
The big fox was startled, and the wine was completely frightened, and he quickly ran outside. On the deck, Du Weiguo was buttoning his shirt.
"Are you sober?"
Seeing the big fox, Du Weiguo said in a calm tone without looking angry. The big fox felt guilty:
"Duda, I, I didn't sober up just now, it wasn't intentional~"
Du Weiguo waved his hand indifferently:
"It's okay, I just scratched a little oily skin, you're fine."
The clothes and pants Du Weiguo was wearing at this time were all black, and they were wet and clinging to his body, making him look very uncomfortable.
The big fox might have misunderstood, thinking that Du Weiguo was covering the wound on purpose, fearing that it would feel guilty. The big fox's tone became even more apologetic:
"I'm sorry, I, I won't drink anymore."
Du Weiguo smiled, took out a wooden box from his travel bag, shook off the water stains on it, opened it and took a look:
"Hey! You're lucky the cigar isn't wet."
Du Weiguo took out the lighter again, lit two cigars, handed one to the big fox, took one in his mouth, gently stroked the big fox, and said in a heroic tone:
"Hu Da, as long as I'm here, you can smoke, drink, and enjoy delicious food as much as you like. Life, whether it's a fox life, will eventually come to an end. You need to have fun when you're proud!"
The big fox turned his head blankly and glanced at Du Weiguo. At this time, he was smiling freely, and the light in his eyes was more dazzling than the sun!
"I, really want to be a human being~"
The big fox thought quietly in his heart. Unknowingly, the once unbreakable shackles had completely dissipated like boiling water and fertile snow.
Doom is coming!
The next day, at noon, Moran, who was sulking alone in the hotel room, finally received a call from Du Weiguo.
"Hi, Tris, I'm Wesley, my car is parked behind the hotel, a green Land Rover, and the car key is in the room.
If you drive to Bangkok, I will send someone to pick you up at the edge of the city. By the way, there are weapons in the trunk, so pay more attention to your own safety."
Du Weiguo spoke in English, with a low tone and a hint of nervousness. Moran was originally angry and wanted to call an army to hold him accountable.
As soon as I heard these words, I lost my temper instantly and my tone became solemn:
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"It's okay, Tris, don't worry, leave as soon as possible and pay attention to safety on the road. I'll wait for you in Bangkok."
After saying that, Du Weiguo hung up the phone directly. Moran's expression darkened, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Two hours later, Moran slowly parked the car on the side of the road, with a wary look on his face, and the Uzi MicroDrive in his hand had the safety on.
On the roadside in front, there were three black Toyota cars parked side by side. A dozen capable men wearing all black stood beside the cars with alert expressions.
Their waists were all bulging, and they were obviously carrying guys. When they saw this Land Rover, these men suddenly showed overjoyed expressions.
One of the leading men waved his hand vigorously towards Moran, and Moran's heart suddenly lifted.
With more than a dozen gunmen, in such an open environment, I'm afraid today will be a bad day. Du Weiguo, your enemy, I will eventually die in your hands.
That’s it, admit it!
Moran did not turn off the engine, but stared at the capable men trotting towards her, tightened the Uzi in her hand, and prepared to fight.
However, these men did not show any intention of drawing out their guns to attack during the whole process. As they got closer, Moran could clearly see that they all had enthusiasm on their faces.
"Huh? What's going on?"
At this time, the leading man had already run to the window of Moran's car. After a distance of about 1 meter, he bowed deeply to Moran and shouted excitedly:
"Sister-in-law!"
The group of men in black behind this man also stopped, bowed neatly, and shouted in unison: "Sister-in-law!"
"Sister-in-law?"
Even if it was Moran, when he saw this scene, he was immediately confused. He hid the Uzi behind him, slowly rolled down the window, and tried to calm down:
"who are you?"
The leading man said calmly:
"Hello, sister-in-law, my name is Mo Li. We are both the younger brothers of Mr. Wesley. He sent me to pick you up. We will be responsible for your safety in Siam from now on!"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Moran's mouth turned up uncontrollably, and his beautiful eyes shone with hope.
Huh! Du Weiguo, this enemy, always has good intentions. He knows that he is not familiar with the place in Siam.