"My firm will is not necessarily firm in front of you." Qi Kunlun's expression was a little ambiguous, and his big hands gently covered the surface of Qin Murong's beautiful legs.

Qin Murong couldn't help but laugh and said, "Come on!"

Qi Kunlun said: "Are you interested in entering politics to do something? With your wisdom, it should be able to help me a lot."

"Forget it, I don't like those intrigues, and I don't like doing things that I obviously don't want to do." Qin Murong refused decisively, "I don't necessarily need to enter the political arena if I share my worries for you."

After hearing this, Qi Kunlun nodded. Since he was unwilling, there was no need to say much. With Qin Murong's strong personality, if she really went into politics, she would probably cause a lot of things. Another thing is that she is too beautiful, which is not an advantage for women in politics.

Qi Kunlun only felt that the touch of his fingertips was delicate and silky. Qin Murong was dressed in this outfit, so she was too pleasing to the eye.

Qin Murong is undoubtedly a woman who is good at dressing up. After careful care, she can fully display all her own advantages.

"No matter what happens in the future, I will stand with you. At worst, I will just die for you again." Qin Murong suddenly said. She did not worry too much about the unpredictable future, and knew how to do it and how to choose.

"It shouldn't happen again." Qi Kunlun felt a little excited after hearing this.

He had always kept a distance from Qin Murong before, but after that incident, he was no longer alienated.

Qi Kunlun pulled Qin Murong's shoulder, pressed her down on the sofa, and kissed her directly. At this time, Qin Murong was also deeply in love and immediately responded.

Qin Murong, who has always been very independent and strong in character, often seems to be obedient at this time. Perhaps, she is like this in her bones, but it is because of the various experiences in life that have tempered her into a queen like a steelmaking. Only Qi Kunlun can be qualified to appreciate and appreciate her side.

Holding Qin Murong's graceful body, Qi Kunlun was focused on his mind. The beauty had already fallen asleep in his arms, with a faint curve on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to show a little happiness.

It was already midnight, but the phone was slight vibration.

Qi Kunlun frowned and touched it, and then answered. Pojun's cold and hard voice came from the other end of the phone: "Qi Shuai, Miye Keiko died in Kyoto, Tokyo at 2 a.m.."

After hearing the news, Qi Kunlun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "Where is Ye Qingluan?"

"Ye Qingluan was sent to the southernmost Kashima by the Three Ye Consortium before, and now he probably has received news." Po Jun said in a deep voice.

Qi Kunlun rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I understand. Be prepared immediately and ask Ding Qiangsheng to help him and take his private plane to Kashima!"

"Yes, General Qi!" Pojun agreed.

After Qi Kunlun put down his phone, Qin Murong had already opened her eyes. Although she was sleeping just now, she still heard the content of the conversation.

"Miye Huizi is dead?" Qin Murong said.
Chapter completed!