From Su Miao's words, Lin Chong could feel her unreserved trust in herself, and couldn't help but feel warm and he turned his mind: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

"In addition to protecting me, you must also protect yourself."

Su Miao put away his smile and looked at Lin Chong: "What I really hope is that no matter what happens, we can face each other together, instead of you carrying it alone in front of you. Although I don't know martial arts and don't have powerful strength, it's not your burden or burden."

"Okay, I promise you." Lin Chong nodded seriously with a serious expression.

Su Miao glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stood up from the sand, raised her arms and stretched her waist, and the graceful curves of convexity were fully revealed, and she walked towards the bedroom.

She suddenly turned around halfway through and said coquettishly to Lin Chong, who could not move, "Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly."

"What did you do in the past?" Lin Chong said strangely.

"Of course I'm going to sleep with me."

Su Miao said without hesitation, then she realized that this sentence was ambiguous, and her pretty face turned slightly red, and quickly added: "I'm sleepy and want to sleep for a while. Didn't you say you must stay with you all the time?"

Perhaps because she was alone with Lin Chong, Su Miao's tone of speaking was a little different from usual, less cold and more lively.

"knew."

Lin Chong stood up and walked towards the bedroom with Su Miao.

The bedroom is located on the side of the villa, about ten meters away from the living room. On the way to the bedroom, Su Miao looked lazy and yawned.

Lin Chong followed Su Miao silently, quietly as he walked.

Looking from behind, Su Miao's back is really thrillingly beautiful.

It was pitch black and long and scattered on its shoulders like a waterfall. It held its slender waist and was under its round and perky buttocks. Two straight and symmetrical legs moved alternately. Although it was not as sexy and hot as Guan Yuxin and Lu Yin, it had a magical power that was intoxicating.

Lin Chong just glanced a few times before looking away calmly.

After entering the bedroom, Su Miao took off her coat and shoes and socks in front of Lin Chong, quickly got into the quilt, covering her delicate body with a thin quilt, and only exposing her head outside.

Lin Chong didn't expect Su Miao to move so quickly. He stood there for a few seconds before he silently walked to the opposite side of the big bed, pulled over a chair and sat down.

Su Miao was originally sleepy, but when her head was touched by a pillow, she couldn't fall asleep.

She lay sideways, staring at Lin Chong's clearly contoured face, her bright eyes seem to be open and closed, her eyes are hazy, and she is unknowingly immersed.

Lin Chong looks ordinary, but he is very pleasing. He is the kind that looks more and more beautiful the more he looks. He is like a jar of fine wine brewed over time, and the more he tastes, the more he tastes it.

It was afternoon, and the sun shone out from outside the window and projected on the floor, forming mottled light and shadow.

There was no sound in the bedroom. Lin Chong and Su Miao sat and the other lay down, forming a quiet and beautiful picture, which seemed extremely harmonious.

In this peaceful atmosphere, Su Miao slowly fell asleep.

Her heart has never been as stable as it is now.

Italy, Rome.

Veronica walked out of the plane, followed by a expressionless golden scorpion.

Under the plane, a group of big men in black suits stood with their hands behind their backs, looking straight.

These great men are tall and burly, with strong bodies. The muscles under the suits are like rocks, their eyes are sharper than blades, and their bodies are filled with cold and bloody smell.

In front of these big men, there were three people standing, two men and one woman.

The two men had brown heads, tiger backs and bear waists, and looked exactly the same as their figure. They stood there like two iron towers, a circle stronger than other big men and half a head taller.

The woman was just the opposite. She had a dazzling gold head, sweet and petite, and stood next to the two strong brown men, like a little girl who was underage, but her eyes were extremely cold and her bloody smell was stronger than others.

Veronica slowly walked down the gangway, with a slightly wavy flax colored length scattering casually, and her blue eyes were calm and unwavering.

Returning to the familiar country, Veronica completely removed her disguise and restored her true identity, like a queen who inspected her subjects, high above and indifferently.

She stopped, glanced at her eyes and flew across everyone's faces.

Anyone who was swept by Veronica's eyes stood up all the time and dared not relax at all.

"Have you arranged it all?" Veronica asked lightly with her cherry lips opened.

"Yes, sir, everything has been arranged." The sweet-looking golden woman took a step forward and replied respectfully.

"Then let's go out now."

Veronica waved casually: "Notify those who stay in Paris to act rashly until I arrive."

"yes!"

A uniform response sounded.

A few minutes later, a convoy drove away from the airport and whistled towards the distance.

Paris, Rosfimet consortium headquarters.

In the middle of the spacious conference room, there is an oval long table. On both sides of the long table are filled with executives of the Rosfime Consortium. They are having a fierce exchange of words.

At the top, there was an old man with a gray head. He had a typical European and American appearance, with deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, wrinkles on his forehead, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle and falcon, as if he could see through people's hearts.

This old man is the chairman of the Rosfime Consortium and the head of the Ross family. His full name is Derek Freros, and he is abbreviated as Derek.

As the founder of the Rosfield Consortium, Derek has a high prestige, and even the people of the Fields and Mellons must treat him with courtesy.

Listening to the arguments, Derek closed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

It was not until the situation was about to get out of control that he coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, please listen to me."

As Derek said this, the executives who had been blushing and flirted with each other shut their mouths. In the huge conference room, it was so quiet that the needle could be heard.

"I can't understand it, it's just a trivial matter. What's there to worry about?"

Derek put his hands on the conference table, looked around his eyes, and his tone was calm: "In the past few times, the people sent by the Galaxy Military Industry Group have returned in a defeat, and this time is no exception. Europe is our home court, and here, our will is the law."

"Chairman, what we are worried about is not Galaxy Military Industry Group, but another thing."
Chapter completed!