Luo Yu was sitting on the sofa waiting for breakfast. Wu Xiaoxiao was still in the kitchen. After washing, Fang Jie pretended to be casual and went to the kitchen to take a look. When she saw Wu Xiaoxiao's tears were still wet, she was even more sure of her guess:
Luo Yu had just plotted something evil, but was broken free by Wu Xiaoxiao's ruthless rejection and resistance. Now Wu Xiaoxiao was crying sadly, while Luo Yu had failed to do something bad and was sitting outside with hatred in his heart.
"Then what should I do?" Fang Jie was a little worried, but she didn't seem to be so opposed to living with Luo Yu for a while.
Luo Yu didn't move after breakfast. Fang Jie also wanted to send Wu Xiaoxiao off and at the same time observe the extent of Luo Yu's "animal mentality".
Wu Xiaoxiao went to the room to pack her luggage. Luo Yu consciously went to help out of concern for his wife. Fang Jie on the side directly attributed Luo Yu's behavior to Luo Yu's apology to Wu Xiaoxiao for what happened in the morning, so now he can please her.
other side.
While Luo Yu was helping Wu Xiaoxiao clean up, she felt that Fang Jie looked at her strangely, as if she was wary of a gangster.
"What is she doing?" Luo Yu wondered, shaking her head and ignoring her for the time being, and helped Wu Xiaoxiao pack her luggage carefully.
There were not many things, and a small suitcase was full. Luo Yu touched Wu Xiaoxiao's little head: "I will help you clean and organize it every day, waiting for you to come back."
Wu Xiaoxiao looked at Fang Jie, who was standing aside with a strange expression. If Fang Jie hadn't been there, she would have thrown herself into Luo Yu's arms, willing to do whatever he did.
Luo Yu's concern for the people around him is reflected in small things, ordinary but meticulous. When he understands Luo Yu's concern, the strong dam of tears will collapse in an instant.
A few people spent a few hours in the sadness of parting. Luo Yu kept looking at this young fiancée, not knowing what it felt like: "Asura field... If I get killed accidentally, don't you?
Have you become a widow directly?"
Fang Jie, like Luo Yu, did not go to class today. She sent Wu Xiaoxiao to the airport. Fang Jie didn't say anything. A warm hug said everything: "Have a safe journey."
"Honey, you have to resist eating Fang Jie." Before boarding the plane, Wu Xiaoxiao pulled Luo Yu over and whispered, looking charming, but Luo Yu still saw a hint of discomfort in her eyes.
"How come? If I don't eat you, how can I care about looking at others?"
Wu Xiaoxiao gave Luo Yu a "I'd be surprised if I believe you" roll of the eyes, smiled and waved to Luo Yu Fangjie and turned away, but the crystal tears rolled down like broken beads.
The other men in the airport had long noticed that Luo Yu was surrounded by two beauties, one on the left and one on the right. Now they saw the leaving beauty actually crying. The cute look when she cried made people's hearts break.
Time men are jealous and hate Luo Yu...
Luo Yu saw Wu Xiaoxiao disappearing at the other end of the aisle. He sighed slightly and took Fang Jie's hand to walk back. Suddenly, Luo Yu took his hand. Fang Jie didn't react for a while. When he came back to his senses, Luo Yu
When I arrived, my heart was already beating fast and my legs were a little weak.
Luo Yu's Aston Martin parked outside the airport attracted a lot of people's attention. Some busybodies even took pictures with their cameras, hoping to see which wealthy person from the consortium was driving the car.
When Luo Yu and Fang Jie walked over, no one paid attention to them at all. They were two people who looked like ordinary students. The man didn't even have a brand name on his body. They were just street stalls.
But when Luo Yu took the keys, opened the car door and drove Fang Jie away, her jaw dropped: Strange things happen every day these days, especially this year. Even a street vendor can afford to drive an Aston Martin. Then
Sows can still climb trees.
Bored tabloid reporters have already begun to come up with today's latest sensational headline: "Mysterious rich man appears at the airport, leading the latest trend at the Paris Fashion Show."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jie looked a little embarrassed, and from time to time he secretly turned his face to look at Luo Yu. Luo Yu could guess what Xiao Nizi was thinking, so he said to himself: "I have always been very determined.
"
"..."
"Except for temptation, I can resist everything else." Luo Yu smiled evilly, and these words scared Fang Jie to the point where she almost fainted.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Luo Yu's expression now looked to Fang Jie like the big bad wolf asking the little white rabbit what kind of soup he likes to use to bathe.
"Whatever." Fang Jie was stunned for a while before saying two words.
"Whatever." Luo Yu released his hand on the steering wheel and lowered his head in thought, "Whatever is the most difficult thing to handle, let me think about it."
Seeing the car shaking uncontrollably, Fang Jie's heart almost jumped out of her chest: "Let's go eat steak!"
"That's right." Luo Yu giggled and stepped on the accelerator, "Here comes the steak."
As night fell, looking at the night view of Zhonghai City outside the window, Yamamoto Urai had no expression on his face.
Behind him stood Shi Keqiang and Scarface. Shi Keqiang's eyes were shining brightly under his small glasses, and he didn't know what he was thinking, while Scarface had a gloating expression on his face.
After a long time, Yamamoto turned his head and said in a low voice: "Are you sure there is no one left alive?"
"Yes." Shi Keqiang took a step forward and bowed slightly, "According to the information I got, there was not a single person left alive on the Lost Island. The only one, Jinya Shengshui, was caught by the police for some reason and he confessed.
What I don’t know yet.”
Scarface kept sneering: "Mr. Yamamoto, we have been in Zhonghai for a long time, we have not received the goods, and we are still wanted. What are the conditions you promised me?"
Yamamoto frowned: "Sir, this incident is a complete accident. What we need now is called 'working together in the same boat' as the ancient Chinese saying goes. The situation is not clear yet, but I believe Mr. Shi will not let us down."
As he spoke, he glanced at Shi Keqiang, who was standing respectfully aside.
"I will never live up to the cultivation of Mr. Yamamoto and Sakura Club." Shi Keqiang bent down at the standard 90°, raised his head and said flatteringly, looking like a dog that is always eager to please its owner, "I will find out the matter as soon as possible."
"I hope so." Scarface said with a stern face, "I chose to cooperate with you because you are the second club in Japan. I hope you won't disappoint me." Scarface bit "Japan's second" hard.
Seeing the muscles on Yamamoto's face twitching, he felt a sense of joy for no apparent reason.
"Don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter properly." After appeasing Scarface and sending someone to send him back, Yamamoto looked at Shi Keqiang and asked, "How are things going at the Shura Field?"
Speaking of Shura Field, a look of pride flashed across Shi Keqiang's face: "Everything is under control. Miao Xinghai should have a trump card this time. According to the informant, the person Miao Xinghai is looking for seems to have lost an arm.
"
"Abandoned?" Yamamoto smiled, "You mean we will definitely win?"
"At least 95% sure." Shi Keqiang looked very confident, "If we can't win, I will arrange snipers outside..."
"Okay, please go first. I want to have a private phone call with the president." Knowing that Shi Keqiang's arrangements were pretty good, Yamamoto Urei decided to report the current situation to the president.
When Shi Keqiang nodded and bowed and walked out, a trace of deep contempt flashed in Yamamoto's eyes: "China pigs... you only know how to fight among yourself."
It took less than 5 seconds to dial the president's personal phone number, and the voice of the president who was over 50 years old came from the other end of the phone: "Is it Yamamoto-kun?"
"It's me, president." Yamamoto said with great respect.
"Have you missed me, Yamamoto-kun?"
"I miss the president very much." Hearing the president's words, Yamamoto Urei felt a tingling sensation in his back yard. He hadn't been touched by the president for a long time, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
"That's good, that's good." The president, who was far away in the island country, expressed great relief.
Nori Yamamoto had just reported the recent situation to the president when he was interrupted by the president: "Stop talking, Yamamoto-kun will be solely responsible for the affairs in China. Don't ask me about anything."
"Yamamoto looks forward to your favor, President." Yamamoto added before hanging up the phone.