Chris's eyes widened and he looked at Luo Xichen in disbelief, "We have been guarding this ruins all night, and at the most critical moment, Andrew, you actually skipped work for a woman?"
Luo Xichen frowned, looked at Chris, and then at Su Wanqing, hesitated for only a second, and then said: "You guys hold on, I'll send her back."
With that said, he took Su Wanqing's arm and walked forward without looking back.
Chris was jumping up and down behind him and said angrily: "Andrew, if you go with that woman, I will tell Michelle!"
Luo Xichen shrugged, waved his hand, and without looking back, replied lightly: "Just tell her, it's up to you."
Chris was so angry that he punched the stone wall, gasping for breath, then took out his phone and began to make deployment arrangements to his brothers in Italian.
Su Wanqing's heart was trembling. She looked carefully at Luo Xichen, who was a head taller than herself, and asked: "How about... you should go back, I can do it myself."
Just now, she seemed to have heard something about the Dawson Chamber of Commerce and a fight. Luo Xichen's mother is the eldest daughter of a famous Mafia family. He has lived here for four years, and it is true that he is inseparable from the struggle for power among these Mafia.
The clamp on his hand became a little heavier, and Su Wanqing felt a sting. His palm was so strong that it almost hurt her.
"When did you become so verbose?" Luo Xichen snorted coldly, "Come and get in the car with me."
With that said, Su Wanqing dragged Su Wanqing into the Bugatti Veyron parked on the roadside.
The space inside the car is very large, and the whole body is mainly black. It is an authentic commercial RV. Su Wanqing remembered reading a report on the TX website that there were only two Bugatti Veyrons in the whole of China.
I never imagined that Italian mafia families could be so rich.
"Wan Qing, where do you live?" Luo Xichen asked from the front.
Su Wanqing replied: "Townhouse Hotel Milan."
"Dad, you are very kind to you. Hotel Townhouse Galleria Milan is the most famous hotel in Italy." Luo Xichen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, curled his lips, his heart was inexplicably stagnant, and his hair was broken in pieces on his forehead.
Casting a dark shadow, "It is said that when Michael Jackson arrived in Rome during his world tour, he stayed in the presidential suite of the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan, costing US$124,000 a night."
After hearing this, Su Wanqing was so frightened that she immediately sat upright and quickly explained: "We are not staying in the presidential suite."
Through the rearview mirror, Luo Xichen saw that she looked a little at a loss, like a panicked deer, and her pair of fairy-like glazed black eyes blinked wildly. Her originally depressed mood suddenly seemed to clear up from the clouds, and she suddenly felt better.
Woke up.
But Su Wanqing on this side didn't think so, especially the sentence "Dad is good to you" really touched her sore spot.
"How have you... been in Italy these years?" Su Wanqing tried to change the subject and unconsciously clenched the platinum blue diamond cross pendant in her hand, "Is anyone chasing you?"
"Well, how can I put it, I had a great time." Luo Xichen even whistled cheerfully in a good mood, "As for the people who are chasing me, they have probably lined up from Rome to St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.