Song Yiming pouted and did not answer, so the three of them followed Sister Luo to the second floor and opened a private room.

Sitting in the private room, as soon as the lights were turned on and a few bottles of wine were opened, I immediately felt like a wine pool and a forest of meat, but the most crucial part was missing... "Mr. Song, please wait a moment with the bosses, I will take you with you right now."

You'll be here soon, but don't miss me too much~" The foreman blew a kiss to Song Yiming and turned to leave. Song Yiming glanced at Li Moyang, followed her out of the private room, closed the door, and pulled her to the

aside.

"Sister Luo, I heard that a good Chinese man under thirty recently came to your place and got married?" Hearing Song Yiming's whisper, the foreman tilted his head and looked at Song Yiming sideways, with a meaningful expression on his face.

, "I didn't expect that, Mr. Song, why are you so good at this now? Don't you want your No. 13 Jennifer?"

Song Yiming frowned slightly, showing a bit of displeasure, "Sister Luo, what are you talking about? Am I like the kind of man who is always busy? It's Mr. Jiang, the one sitting next to me.

He said he had never played with Liangjia before and wanted to try it out..."

He didn't believe it even if he said he had never played with ghosts. However, the foreman saw the look on Song Yiming's face and didn't ask any more questions. However, he still looked embarrassed and rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "Mr. Song, you don't know that that little girl is one of ours now."

The number one here, her husband is also a wealthy boss, but I don’t know if he’s just here to have fun.

Or for some other reason, many bosses like to do this kind of exciting thing when they are in this business. She has a show every day, sometimes two. Tonight, it will be out at about seven o'clock. If you can delay it,

Later, around eleven o'clock, if she comes back, how about Song Yiming holding her captive for you?"

I got a big deal, this girl’s husband is still a big boss, has she suffered too much domestic violence or is she really such a slut? Come on, Ben San’s ** actually became the number one... Speechless and speechless, Song Yiming still lit up

The boss agreed and watched the foreman walk away.

Back in the private room, Song Yiming sat down on the sofa. Li Moyang immediately asked with a vulgar expression: "What, how was the chat with your sister Luo?~~" Song Yiming punched him and said angrily, "Okay.

Come on, stop yelling, I'm telling you, the little good guy Mr. Jiang asked for may come very late, you have to calm down, we must make this fat old man happy, otherwise everything will be in vain!"

Li Moyang made an OK gesture and whispered: "Okay, I understand~~" Although Song Yiming still looked a little worried, Mr. Jiang on the side urged him to come over and talk, and Song Yiming stopped caring about Li Moyang.

At this moment, for Li Moyang, there is still the most troubling issue.

Even if they really succeeded in dealing with the fat man, so what? Could it be possible that the two of them hired a group of mercenaries to break into the militants' lair and rescue Song Lingling? This is so nonsense...

In fact, to be honest, for the militants in such a small country, they are actually a ragtag group of lunatics who dream of taking over the state power. If Li Moyang is willing, he can handle it single-handedly. But the problem is that Song Yiming is also here, and Li Moyang is always here.

I don’t think exposing my identity in front of him is the right thing to do…

But if he doesn't take action and leaves Song Yiming to think of a solution alone, all he can think of is to organize a group of mercenaries to rob the prison... If the operation fails, Song Lingling is likely to be injured...

What should we do...

Li Moyang collapsed on the sofa with a splitting headache.

Or... let's take it one step at a time...

After all, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain...

Everything was the same as usual, a bunch of black, white, and yellow girls came to test the stage. The old silver thief picked two, one black and one white, one on each floor, and he sat alone on another sofa and drank.

Li Moyang formed a distinct

Contrast. After singing for a while, Song Yiming was worried that Mr. Jiang would lose his composure. It was still very early before eleven o'clock, so he gritted his teeth and ordered the special event of this place, and spent an extra two thousand yuan to watch a show with a shemale and a male.

The Golden Python's performance.

After this extremely heavy-tongued performance was finally over, Li Moyang's world view had been completely destroyed and rebuilt. Song Yiming looked like he was about to vomit, taking deep breaths and stroking his chest. Only Mr. Jiang watched with relish, and he remained silent throughout the whole process.

Song Yiming and Li Moyang were extremely impressed by his taste and endurance as he nodded vigorously in praise.

Several strong men carried the box containing the golden python out. Song Yiming looked at his watch and saw that it was already a quarter past eleven, so he exchanged glances with Li Moyang, gave a tip to the princesses, and sent them out of the private room.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you feel tonight? Are you satisfied?" Song Yiming smiled and asked Mr. Jiang, who was patting his belly and wearing his belt. He nodded like a rattle.

Like, "Oh, I'm so satisfied. I haven't been this happy in years... But, oh, it's still a little short of heat..." Song Yiming also nodded slightly, understood, and came closer to him and said, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

Give it a try, I'll ask them to arrange for the good guy you want to come and play cards with us in the evening. After that, Li Moyang and I will stay away and you can continue to play, how about it?"

Mr. Jiang touched his round belly, lit a cigarette, took a long puff, and puffed out the smoke ring with satisfaction, a hint of slyness flashed on his face. "I think you didn't come here simply.

Ask me for health care, Manager Song..."

Song Yiming was startled, looked at Li Moyang, and smiled flatteringly, "Isn't that right? You see the local situation is so turbulent, and we still come here for vacation, aren't you so heartless... You really want you to give

Having said that, I really need your help..."

The old fat man looked at Li Moyang, looked him up and down, pointed at Li Moyang with the cigarette, and asked Song Yiming: "I have never seen this friend of yours before. Manager Song, who is he?" "Oh.

, This is Detective Li Moyang, a member of the National Detective Association. He helped me a lot in the case of my father's murder not long ago..." Song Yiming hurriedly explained. Mr. Jiang nodded and asked again: "It's just that he has something to do.

Do you want my help?"

Song Yiming was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly. Mr. Jiang finished the cigarette in three puffs and stuck the butt of the cigarette hard in the ashtray.

"If I'm not mistaken, are you here about the kidnapped little girl?"

Mr. Jiang's abrupt words really startled Li Moyang and Song Yiming. Li Moyang looked at Song Yiming with a "When did you tell him!?"
Chapter completed!