Chapter 217 Meet an acquaintance again

She held the hem of her skirt, held Shen Zhouyi's hand with one hand, and boarded the cruise ship.

The sea surface is sparkling, and it is crystal clear and illuminated by the lights. The surging waves are emitting sound waves in my ears, and they are all dressed up.

Shen Zhouyi also often participated in some activities when he was abroad.

This kind of party of rich people is used for entertainment and favors, and is always extravagant that ordinary people can't imagine.

People come and go.

Have fun and talk.

Is it so lively to drink and chat?

Seeing the arrival of the kite.

A waiter immediately came to greet him, "Mr. Wen, please come here."

Banquets are also divided into different levels, which is the unchanging rule of this world.

The word equality, to put it more realistic, is just a pale statement among ordinary people. In the world of powerful people, class solidification and human nature is fully reflected.

The crowd was messy.

Wen Yuan was afraid that someone would hit Shen Zhouyi, so she nodded and hooked Shen Zhouyi's shoulder and protected her all the way. In addition, her aura was already sharp and no one dared to push her.

They got on the fifth floor of the cruise ship.

This is a casino.

There are not as many people as below, so it is relatively quieter.

The waiter led them to the deepest table.

"Mr. Wen, that's it."

Wen Yuan turned her head.

Suddenly, a man in his fifties stood up to greet him with a smile: "Mr. Wen, I have no choice but to welcome you, I have no respect, please sit down."

Wen Yuan naturally knew this person.

He is the person in charge of the antique market and the decision-maker, named Yang Fang.

Shen Zhouyi glanced at the table and saw a chair on their back, in front of the red velvet backrest, sitting in a bad manner, playing with a deck of cards in his hand, looking careless.

He didn't look back when he heard the movement, as if he didn't take it seriously.

Wen Yuan naturally noticed it.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man's clear bones, "I have to thank Mr. Yang for giving him the opportunity to enjoy the glory. I wonder if it has disturbed you to meet the distinguished guest."

Yang Fang was obviously in a good mood and waved his hands repeatedly, "How could it be?"

He glanced at the person playing cards, his eyes full of calculating, "Oh, look at my brain, I forgot to introduce it, do you know each other?"

Wen Yuan sneered, walked to the person directly opposite him, sitting down.

In an instant.

The storm changes.

When she saw the man's eyebrows and eyes clearly, her face suddenly changed, and she turned into a substantial blade-like, sharp and terrifying.

Shen Zhouyi followed him.

He also raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

This person...

at this time.

Opposite the gambling table.

The man tilted his body and crossed his legs. The black shirt was wearing a lazy and relaxed, loose and casual, and the wind blew in through the window. The shirt was blown up from time to time, and the muscle lines were looming.

He had a silver necklace hanging around his neck and a cigarette in his mouth. His black hair was short and neat, his face was thin and his lines were perfect, his facial features were deep and cold. His aura appeared all over his body, and he felt a bit difficult to touch like a knife licking blood.

The cards in your hand are dazzling.

He didn't even raise his head.

Wen Yuan pulled his lips and a little sarcastic appeared in his eyes, "It's you."

opposite.

Mo Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and raised his head.

Looking at the woman's eyes that she wanted to kill him without hiding, he grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and dusted the ashes, "Beauty knows me?"

His words are in French.

In a word, it seems that the two have never seen each other before and have never conflicted.

Wen Yuan frowned.

Shen Zhouyi whispered in her ear: "He asked if you know him?"

Wen Yuan smiled, stacked her long legs and leaned back, "So, is you the one who intercepts me?"

There was also a translator next to Mo Qingqiu. After pretending to be a stunning translation, he said, "I don't understand what you mean. What is intercepting the rude? When doing business, everything has variables. Who is a smart person, right?"

Yang Fang looked smartly and said that the more they fought, the more popular he became.

Wen Yuan sneered, squinted her eyes, and suddenly glanced down, and asked without answering, "Is your baby still alive?"

One sentence.

The desktop atmosphere is obviously different.

Mo Qingqiu even paused.

Through a table, he could feel his eggs seem to be tighter.

I still remember that last time the Hedao Chamber of Commerce, the woman suddenly threw a vase and wanted to chop him up with sharp porcelain pieces. Not to mention, she really made a cut. He was also feeling distressed for three days of medicine.

He shook the ashes that fell on his body inadvertently, and said with a smile: "My baby? I wonder if Mr. Wen is talking about Mary, Daisy, or Wendy? There are too many, so why don't you explain which baby I messed with you?"

The man obviously wants to pretend to be stupid.

It also relies on this as a cruise ship.

In front of everyone, she couldn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Wen Yuan narrowed her eyes gloomy, and a sneer came out of her throat: "A little man."

Her voice was not light.

You can also listen to it to a rough level.

Yang Fang can no longer laugh.

He looked at Wen Yuan in a daze.

This This This This...

What's going on?

How can the two parties compete to fight as soon as they meet?

This Mr. Mo is a big-name person! He actually scolded him like this, but he has to be sorry that Mr. Mo doesn't understand Chinese, otherwise...

"A Yi, translate it to him."

Wen Yuan said lightly.

Shen Zhouyi blinked and looked at Mo Qingqiu. Of course she knew this man, once he took a ride and once he did Hedao Chamber of Commerce. Now he can't speak Chinese?

Judging from Wen Yuan's appearance, this man must have messed with her very much.

She opened her mouth and pronounced the word "b" in the word "b".

Mo Qingqiu raised her hand and stopped her translation from the secondary injury: "Let's talk about this acquisition?"

Wen Yuan sneered again: "A tricky slutty man."

Mo Qingqiu Quan pretended not to hear it.

He has never seen how savage this woman has ever seen it.

Now the two of them have formed a bond again, and they probably have to think of blowing his heart.

"Mr. Yang, how much does he give you?" Wen Yuan was too lazy to argue with a man before the big event. She just wanted to take down the market.

Yang Fang looked at Mo Qingqiu, thought about it, and made a digital gesture.

Wen Yuan glanced at the man over there, "It's so generous, no wonder Mr. Yang regretted it on the spot despite the rules of the mall."

Yang Fang was embarrassed, how could he blame him?

Who doesn't love money?

Mo Qingqiu turned off the smoke and supported his chin with one hand, "What does Wen mean?"
To be continued...