"You are a very strange and contradictory person. A person has too many bad things on his mind. If they are always hidden in his heart, they will become moldy. If they are rotten, you can occasionally take them out to the sun and then take them back." Li Shihe's voice was calm and he pursed his lips gently.
took a sip of wine.
Meng Xiaoan felt shuddered, but smiled and said: "There seems to be no special male psychology in "Ulysses"."
Li Shihe raised his head, his eyes bright: "Maybe there will be, and I saw you, with a knife hidden in your smile."
Meng Xiaoan smiled slightly: "I am happy to accept this idiom, as you wish." His hand suddenly grabbed Li Shihe's throat, and her skin was very cold, as if there was no temperature at all.
Li Shihe showed a faint smile and looked at Meng Xiaoan with a calm expression, an expression that did not care about death.
Meng Xiaoan gave a cold-blooded smile: "I have seen many people who can face death so calmly. You don't seem to be afraid of death at all?"
Li Shihe smiled calmly: "If you kill me, you will be in trouble."
Meng Xiaoan frowned: "Do you think I dare not kill you?" Li Shihe is indeed a powerful character.
"Of course you can kill me, but you need my help. If I die, you will not live long, no matter what your identity is." Li Shihe's throat was strangled by Meng Xiaoan, and his voice had a sound similar to ###.
The corner of Meng Xiaoan's mouth raised a confident arc: "As long as I want to leave, no one in this world can stop me."
How proud, how arrogant.
Meng Xiaoan suddenly turned his head to the other side, two pistols specially designed for special forces were pointed at his forehead, two middle-aged men with unremarkable looks.
"Believe it or not, I can still leave Yunnan after I kill you." Meng Xiaoan smiled evilly. Of course he could tell that the two middle-aged men were hard-blooded men who had experienced the baptism of war, and the pistols were specially equipped by the special forces.
Pistol. As expected, the old man Li Shihe is making waves in Yunnan.
"I believe you can, but you forget that there are many people behind you."
Meng Xiaoan glanced at her coldly. He had never seen a woman of his age with such a deep and calm expression.
"You are a very qualified psychologist." Meng Xiaoan raised his hands and said with a weird smile.
"No guns allowed in the bar."
A lazy voice sounded behind the two special forces soldiers, and then the two felt their necks tighten, and with a bang, their heads collided with each other, and they immediately fainted.
"Excuse me, please take your time to chat." A man with sleepy eyes made an apologetic look, walked in, and found a seat at random. Three seconds later, the sound of a deep sleep sounded.
"You're not from Yunnan, right?" Li Shihe was slightly surprised. This kidnapper had unexpected abilities. He said to Meng Xiaoan calmly, "How about I guess." He held his cheek with one hand and looked out the window, "Listen to your accent.
It seems like a small place that is not from Kunming.”
Meng Xiaoan smelled Li Shihe's faint and natural fragrance, and smiled without saying a word.
"Really?" Li Shihe seemed to be a little interested in where Meng Xiaoan was from, and his face was calm.
Meng Xiaoan smiled, with an ambiguous look in his eyes, "It doesn't matter where you are from. There are very few women like you in Jiangnan?"
"Oh, yes, there are indeed very few women in Hangzhou like me." Li Shihe showed a smile that was either self-deprecating or helpless.
"When I was very young, I thought that if I went to college, I would come to Hangzhou to study. I read a book that described Hangzhou women as Xiaojiabiyu in heaven. The first impression left on people is like what Dai Wangshu described: Hold on for a long time. Wandering in the long and lonely rain alley with an oil-paper umbrella, she carried a lilac-like sadness and a lilac-like fragrance, floating past like a dream..." Meng Xiaoan's eyes wiped away the deep sorrow.
Li Shihe's pretty lips revealed a charming smile: "I am not Xiaojiabiyu. Jiangnan women are indeed the most charming in China, but not the most generous."
The corners of Meng Xiaoan's mouth curved deeply: "Indeed, the land supports the people, and there are all kinds of people in any place. Just like the women in Suzhou, the mountains are warm and the water is soft, and the beauties are like jade, and all the women are plain-faced and uncaring. Fendai is eloquent and has a charming charm. Sometimes I even wonder why I am not a man from Suzhou. In that case, I would just sit on the sedan chair and watch the scenery every day."
Li Shihe pursed his lips and smiled. Meng Xiaoan's ambiguous and pervert-like appearance at this moment was very annoying, but Coco saw that he was very "honest" and let him go.
"What about women from Yangzhou and Yunnan?"
Meng Xiaoan smiled and added her lips: "Yangzhou women are the beauties of Yangzhou who are calm and clear. Yunnan women are beautiful Yunnan beauties. The legacy of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties more or less adds a layer of charm to Yunnan women." Yunnan women cannot escape their elegance due to their unique cultural background. A man has a beauty who is from Yangzhou, a wife from Yunnan, Xiaomi from Suzhou, and a second breast from Hangzhou. I dare say that this man is the most blessed person in the world. one of."
Li Shihe glared at him fiercely and said, "Does most men need three or more women to feel their sexual happiness?"
Meng Xiaoan stood up and smiled gracefully: "That's not true. There are too many temptations in society. There are only those who can stand it, but there are many people who can't guard against the temptations in their hearts. I'm just telling the truth."
Li Shihe said: "After talking to you for so long, I think we can be friends." She had a very serious look on her face, which was strange to say. To Meng Xiaoan, she seemed to be seeing a terminally ill patient. She felt that Meng Xiaoan always One day you will push yourself to a dead end that you have set for yourself.
"I seem to be the kidnapper, and you are the hostage." Meng Xiaoan laughed at himself, "It seems that the identity is inappropriate."
Li Shihe said: "Tell me, what are you doing to kidnap me and want my help?" After a pause, "Or is it my father?" She is a smart person. Meng Xiaoan is not an ordinary kidnapper. He should have kidnapped her because of a request. of.
"I think it takes a little money to invest in a company." Meng Xiaoan said with a smile. He had thought about the consequences of kidnapping Li Shihe, and it didn't hurt to do it once in a while. Success would be the best, but if he pissed off Li Shihe's old man, that would be fine. I had no choice but to leave Kunming.
Li Shihe said: "I don't know." She rarely asked about her father, but it didn't mean that their relationship was not good.
"Your old man knows." Meng Xiaoan shrugged, "I hope you can just say a few words in front of your father."
Li Shihe smiled: "What are you talking about? The kidnapper who kidnapped me wants my help. Please be gentle and spare the kidnapper's life."
"Some money is not a problem for you." Meng Xiaoan said solemnly, half-squinting his eyes, "But in the end, there was a problem, so I had to trouble you. In fact, we should be destined, if I hadn't gone to watch the ring
Sai, I will not know that you are Li Shihe."
The Flour King, the Cotton Yarn King, the Red Capitalist, and the Richest Man in China. Over the past hundred years, the Li family has never lacked such ace titles. Their dominance in the shopping malls has gradually won them a higher political position.
The right to speak. This is most fully reflected in the second-generation leader Li Yiren. From serving as the governor of Yunnan Province to serving as the Secretary-General of the State Council, the influence of the Li family in the political arena is evident. There are people in the family who have done this.
They were high officials and once had a prominent family background, but by the time of Li Cheng's generation, their family fortunes began to decline. But this did not prevent them from being at the top of the Southwest generation.
"We really have a fate, but it's a pity that we have such a fate."
Meng Xiaoan had a vague smile on his face, making it impossible to see any expression.
Li Shihe gave a big "conspiracy" smile: "Don't worry about me going back on my word after you let me go back. After all, I also cherish my own life. You have to think about it carefully."
Meng Xiaoan smiled brightly, with thick smiles in his eyes, revealing a row of white teeth: "I'm not afraid."
"Why?"
Before Meng Xiaoan could speak, a charming woman appeared next to him like a ghost. It was the woman just now, wearing a red dress, a pair of red cloth shoes, her long hair tied with a red rope, and a pair of purple belts.
The red eyes have an inhuman expression. The onion-like hand holds a light cyan knife.
