Chapter 1835: Nine Kings gather together to disturb the capital 8

"Mala B, Dong Bo, what's the hell about you? Can I be bullshit in this kind of thing?" Ling Shan roared.

Dong Bo took a deep breath and forced his anger to suppress his heart: "There were a series of campus explosions in Shanghai. The boss may have found the clues and went to Beijing. As a result, the boss's sister was kidnapped and the boss chased him, but the boss also disappeared!"

Lingshan made it and handed it to Dongbo a cigar. Dongbo's words were simple, but he had already made it very clear.

"Who did it? Who is the suspect?" Ling Shan said.

"Hey!" Dong Bo smiled, with a strong murderous intent floating on his face. "It doesn't matter who did it anymore. What's important is that he is dead."

"Beting and the others decided what to do?

"Nanshou has destroyed the Qing Gang. When he goes to Beijing, Beiting will probably arrive in Beijing in the next two days. Commander Zhao and Commander Yang will not be quiet. I must go there. I want to see who is so brave.

"What should Japan do?" Although Ling Shan knew what Xiang Yufeng's disappearance meant, everything in Japan was planned. If he left at this time, wouldn't everything he did before be wasted?

"I'll go, you stay." Dong Bo said, "And, Xiying, don't tell him for the time being. The boss said that people like us finally have a woman who wants to treat her sincerely. Since we meet, we cannot give up. Xiying, don't bother him. Boss, it's enough to have a few of us brothers. Hey, I really want to know what kind of expression the person who does this thing would lead us to Beijing if he knows it."

Ling Shan smoked a cigar and nodded silently: "When will you do it?"

"Now!" After saying that, Dong Bo stood up and left the room.

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As Dong Bo said, the recent Xiying is indeed a little different from the past. Although the Xiying in the past still has a warm smile on its face, its heart is like ice. But now, Xiying is different. What changes all this is because of a woman, a woman named Li Xiangjun.

Xiying parked the car outside a large shopping mall and watched a woman walk towards it. At this moment, Xiying leaned against the car, with an indescribable gentleness on his face, and his tenderness was all because of a woman.

Li Xiangjun was carrying a large bag of clothes in her hand, and obviously had a crazy sopping process. She wore wide sunglasses on her face. Despite this, she still couldn't resist the charm that made women dream of, which attracted countless people on the way to peep at them.

When Li Xiangjun saw Xiying smoking by the car door, a hint of excitement appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Xiying walked to Li Xiangjun, smiled and shook her hand, and a red rose appeared out of thin air when she left, "Give it to you."

"Thank you!" Li Xiangjun covered her mouth and smirked, with a happy smile on her face.

"Are you tired?" Xiying looked at Li Xiangjun, her voice as warm as the spring weather in March.

Li Xiangqun shook her head and looked at this charming man with the happiness that could not be hidden in her eyes.

Happiness depends on one's own struggle. Xiying does not dislike her, a woman who once had a marriage history. Before meeting Xiying, Li Xiangjun once told Xiying, but Xiying just smiled, and then proved all this with actions. With Xiying's innate temperament that made women obsessed with, Li Xiangjun understood that as long as Xiying was willing, he could have many excellent women. But feelings cannot be described by common sense.

Li Xiangjun looked at the considerate man and felt sweet. In fact, the closer she got to the man in front of her, she gradually felt his extraordinaryness, at least not as unbearable as he said.

Xiying gave them a warm smile, filled with different feelings, and her eyes skillfully held Li Xiangjun's hand.

Two red glows couldn't help but fly onto Li Xiangjun's face.

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Xiying started the engine and said softly: "Is it tired after spending a day shopping today? Otherwise, take off your high heels and let your feet come out and breathe."

"Not tired." A touch of warmth surged in Li Xiangjun's heart. Recently, the man brought her too many similar feelings. She found that she was a little in love with this intoxicating smell, which was a feeling of being loved and pity and being held in the palm of her hand for care.

Xiying leaned forward gently and helped her fasten her seat belt.

Feeling the fresh smell of the man's body, Li Xiangjun bit her red lips lightly. For several years, no one has ever worn her seat belt, and no other men have, and he happened to have this opportunity and firmly grasped this time.

"Xiangjun, what did you buy today?" Xiying turned around and smiled.

"...Nothing is nothing, just some women's clothes and shoes." Li Xiangjun said softly.

"Really, did you buy me a gift?"

Xiying unconsciously pinched her small nose, and her eyes were filled with brilliant warmth.

"I don't." Li Xiangjun's cheeks turned red, and she pretended to be nothing.

However, this intimate little movement that only a relative can have was thrown into her already rippled mood and gradually spread. She asked herself: Are Xiying and I a couple? Probably not, but why am I not disgusted with his frivolity?

"Didn't you really buy it for me? But whose tie is this one?" Xiying took out a men's tie from the bag, with a smile on her face.

"Give it back to me." Li Xiangjun's face turned red and she immediately snatched it back.

Xiying smiled.

"Xiying, where are we going?" Li Xiangjun asked softly, but did not dare to touch the man's eyes.

"You will know when you go." Xiying smiled mysteriously.

French-style Western Restaurant, as the name suggests, is a restaurant full of French-style, with a magnificent decoration and almost European style. The huge restaurant is filled with a romantic and charming Parisian romance. Walking here, people can't help but think of the fragrant clothes on the Champs-Elysees and the romantic love on the new bridge...

If you are a romantic person, you will naturally not miss French food as exquisite as art. An authentic and romantic French meal is worthy of the full involvement of men and beauties, creating the spark of love between Li Xiangjun.

Xiying brought Li Xiangjun, who was a little surprised, to a secluded corner.

When you come to have a French meal, you will naturally be able to avoid the world's three major food products, including foie gras, caviar, and truffles. Of course, there are other appetizers, soups, desserts, etc.

The specially trained waiter was polite and slowly injected amber-colored seductive liquid into the delicate crystal cup. The erotic French beauties on the stage were wearing sexy clothes and singing affectionate and soothing love songs in pure French, while twisting their graceful and dazzling bodies. The exotic teasing made many men in the restaurant fascinated.
Chapter completed!