Locke laughed, "Of all the people around me, I like you and Roselia the most. Now that Roselia is dead, I hope you can live forever."
His last sentence was a double entendre.
One is superficial, and the other is also hinting at ROY and the fate of betraying him.
Leng Zirui heard what he meant, but just pretended not to hear it and laughed loudly, "Of course, there are so many lovely girls waiting for me, how can I be willing to die?"
"Then, I'll leave the matter of Lei Wenting to you." Locke said.
"No problem." Leng Zirui's voice turned cold, "I just happened to be in a bad mood recently, so I had a good time with him. Speaking of which, his goddaughter looks pretty good..." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.
Lips, "I can't wait."
Locke smiled ambiguously, "The weather is nice today, I'll ask them to take you back by plane."
"Can I go see Sissi?" Leng Zirui asked deliberately.
"NO!" Locke's attitude was firm.
"You know, I'm just joking." Leng Zirui laughed loudly, waved to him, and lazily walked out of the study.
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In the kitchen.
While Leng Zimo was helping the two cooks prepare the dinner, the bodyguards had also rushed back to eat. Of course, it was only part of the meal. In order to ensure the safety of the island, there were ten of them in one shift, and they were all on duty in shifts.
From the cook's mouth, no one was too surprised to learn that Leng Zimo was the new chef. Everyone knew that Locke loved Luo Xiaoqian, so it was normal for him to find a chef for him.
Leng Zimo ate with everyone. After the meal, the bodyguards left one after another. The cook delivered a dinner to a bodyguard, who took the dinner and walked out of the restaurant.
You have already eaten, so who do you need to bring dinner to?
Leng Zimo was confused. He pretended to take a walk and walked out of the villa. He stood at the foot of the steps and stretched his arms. He saw the bodyguard carrying dinner into the two-story building not far from the villa.
The bodyguards already knew his identity and didn't pay much attention when they saw him.
Leng Zimo walked to the beach and blew in the sea breeze when he came back. He saw that the bodyguard had returned, but the dinner in his hand was gone.
Could it be that someone is being held captive there?!
Leng Zimo secretly guessed in his heart.
There was a soft sound of footsteps, and someone pushed open the door and walked out, it was Leng Zirui.
"Mr. Chef!"
Seeing Leng Zimo, Leng Zirui waved hello to him from a distance.
Leng Zimo hurriedly ran towards him and stood in front of him.
"Do your best, Mr. Locke will not treat you badly." Leng Zirui patted him on the shoulder, and the bodyguard on the side immediately translated his words into Italian.
"I...when can I leave here?" Leng Zimo asked in Italian.
Hearing the bodyguard's translation, Leng Zirui raised his lips slightly and said, "It will be quick, believe me."
Both of them were secretly implying something, but the bodyguard didn't know it.
"I'm leaving. I hope I have a chance to eat your Chinese food next time."
Leng Zirui did not dare to say too much to him, so he waved to him and walked towards the tarmac with the bodyguard.
The weather is good today and the plane is safe to use.
Soon, the helicopter took off with a roar and flew towards the coast.
"You want to leave here too, don't you?"
On the steps, Locke's voice sounded softly.
Leng Zimo turned around with a frightened expression, "Mr."
