The woman stood in front of the railing, wearing a long black dress wrapped around her graceful body, slender waist and long legs, and her skin was as white as snow. She was looking down at her eyes, her side face was cold and deep.

From Song Jing's perspective, you can see her curly eyelashes, which tremble slightly with the blinking movements.

The forehead, nose bridge, chin, and neck are connected into a graceful arc.

The roots of Manzhushahua bloom like poppy flowers - even if they look beautiful, they cannot change their poisonous nature.

Therefore, the man's stunning was only in a moment and was soon replaced by calm.

If anyone who knows Song Jing will know that such a calm voice is already a state of defense.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" The man spoke lightly, with a smile on his face as if he was teasing a pet.

Chen Hua turned around and faced him.

At this time, her other hand hanging down beside her was inevitably exposed to the man's eyes.

I saw a bright red wound on the snow-white skin, starting from the bend of the arms and winding to the wrist. It was conservatively estimated that it was about ten centimeters.

It seemed like I was scratched by something sharp, and blood beads were still seeping at this moment.

But Chen Fu seemed to feel no pain, his expression was calm and his eyes were calm, and he looked at Song Jing calmly, without any sorrow or joy.

The man's eyebrows were slightly tightened: "Your hand..."

Chen Wu: "I drew it myself."

Ah Li whispered: "I'm here too."

Song Jing understood and recalled the one scratched on his arm, regardless of position or length, which was almost the same as that of Chen Hua.

Then, it is not difficult to guess why Ah Li passed the message for her.

This woman is using herself as a letter of fame!

While letting Ah Li calm down, she also gained sympathy.

Song Jing swept over the bright red blood marks on her arm, perhaps because her skin was too fair, which made her look even more terrifying in contrast.

Just like a white canvas, it is maliciously graffitied.

Oh……

Did you draw it yourself?

It’s also a pity that she can do it!

"Ali, learn a little." Song Jing's voice became a little colder.

The woman lowered her eyes.

"It is really ruthless to yourself. This is much more vivid than your training courses."

"yes."

He listened to the conversation between the two, but Chen Hua did not see any offense or embarrassment.

She is like a deep sea, deep and waveless.

Song Jing didn't see the emotions he wanted on her face and felt disappointed.

But what followed was a greater interest and desire to explore: "Let's go, talk inside."

Three people entered the living room.

Song Jing sat on the sofa, and Ali stood quietly behind him, in a guardian manner.

Shen Wu stood in the hall.

Two to one, the advantages are obvious.

Even so, Chen Fu had no intention of fear of retreating, his jaw slightly raised and his spine straightened.

"What's the matter for me?" Song Jing spoke in a deep voice, and no matter whether he sat or his expression, he felt a casual leisure.

"I want to ask the second master to borrow something."

"What?"

"A helicopter and an experienced pilot."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked slightly surprised: "What do you want these things to do?"

"it works."

I never mention the specific "useful" method.

Song Jing: "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Chen Wu: "Do you look at me like you are kidding?"

The man's sharp eyes swept over her injured arm again: "...It's not like. But why should I promise you?"

"I won't borrow it for nothing."

Song Jing was not very interested and said lazily: "The things you want are always available to Lao Liu, so why should I come to me?"

Chen Hua chuckled: "If Quan Hanting nodded, do you think I would still appear here?"

"So, Lao Liu refused?"

Chen Hua tightly pursed his lips and did not speak, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Song Jing captured the trace of emotion and said, "Are you a quarrel?"

Her lips pursed tighter.

"Tell me, what are you going to do with these things?"

"I said, you'll borrow it?"

"It depends on your mood. But if you don't say it, you will definitely not borrow it. Although I, Song Jing, do not lack that plane, I am not a big shot. Who knows what bad things you borrowed from me to do? If you get into trouble, who will bear this. "

Chen Wan had long expected that it would not be so smooth.

She bit her lip and showed a suitable expression: "Quan Hanting bought an island in the South China Sea and named it Leica. I asked to go to the island several times, but he used various excuses to shirk it. By chance, I listened to someone It is said that there is a gold-selling cave hidden on it, which is his harem, which collects beauties from all over the world..."

Quan Hanting searched for beauties?

Song Jing’s first reaction: How is it possible?

I remember that it was a stick that was not open! He didn't even have the alloy!

Not to mention opening the harem, before Shen Wu, Quan Hanting probably never touched a woman!

etc……

Leica Island?

Song Jing lowered his eyes and lowered his sharp light. If the golden cave in Chen Huan's mouth was not the harem for collecting beauties, would it be a warehouse for storing important materials?

Some time ago, a batch of goods that were walking on the water were missing for no reason. It was not that he had no doubt about Quan Hanting, but that he had not found any clues pointing to him.

And those things are all contained in large containers. If they are robbed or robbed, they are logically sent to the ashore and transported on the road, then some surveillance will definitely be captured.

But in fact, nothing is there.

That batch of goods was like it disappeared out of thin air at sea.

Song Jing couldn't figure it out before, how could the real thing disappear if it was lost? But if that batch of goods did not leave the sea at all, they were hidden on the island...

My fists suddenly tightened, you Quan Hanting, you have grown more and more after a few years, and you are actually playing with the "darkness under the light" style!

very good!

Song Jing's chest was filled with anger, but when he raised his eyes, everything came to a silence, making people unable to notice any clues.

“Tell me about your plan.”

Chen Hua suppressed his anger: "I plan to go to the island without telling Quan Hanting to find out. If he really dyed my head green, I will..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "How?"

Her eyes were fierce: "Kick him and look for another dog!"

"Hahaha..." Song Jing laughed, "Okay! You can lend it to you, but I have never been a philanthropist."

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows and waited for the following.

"The rent is required to be paid for rent, and interest is required to be borrowed."

This is a negotiation of conditions and rewards.

A true businessman's face.

Chen Hua simply asked him directly: "What does the second master want?"

Song Jing looked around and his eyes fell lightly to the gambling table beside him: "Can you play Texas Hold'em?"

"Can you get a little bit."

"Then you should know what bluff is."

Shen Hua nodded.
To be continued...