Before dawn, Miss Yuki Ikei already knew about the scene that happened in the corridor before dawn.
Every corner of Jiujin is under the gaze of the waiter, which is a more effective and safer security measure than the world's top surveillance system.
Especially after Kawaaka Hiroshi officially took over as Nomura Flower Sea and became the patron saint of the Ichi family, this system that had been operating for hundreds of years became more rigorous and colder.
Hiro Kawaaka and Zhu Tong had no friendship, he was only loyal to Yukimi Ikei.
Yukimi Iike sat in front of the mirror and thought for a long time but couldn't decide what kind of reaction she should react.
Li Xiang... was so proud, unpredictable and moody. Before the relationship was formally confirmed, Yui Yumi dared not offend him easily, let alone restrict him.
She finally decided that she would better pretend to know nothing. A shrew or a jealous person always loses his identity and is annoying. Miss Su and Li Xiang will not be entangled for a long time, and he is destined to live in the future.
In Japan.
Zhu Tong sat in Fenglu's living room, facing the wall **.
On the wall, a fine brushwork was hung. On the picture, a young woman was asking to waving a lotus leaf with dewdrops to drive away mosquitoes for the baby sleeping in the cradle.
He never hoped so much that he could end everything here as soon as possible and flew back to Shanghai, rushed to Suzhou Snow Park as fast as possible, and threw himself into his mother's arms to enjoy the long-lost maternal love. Even if Ye'er said that his mother hoped he would do it
Good things about yourself, I won’t see him before the Dragon Boat Festival.
"This is..." Jing Chi Xuemei wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and her delicate body leaned on his back.
"The gift given to us by the master of Chinese painting Mr. Mei Ye." Zhu Tong enjoyed the tenderness of the beauty, but his muscles were a little stiff.
"I seem to have seen her." Yukimi Ikei looked at her for a moment and pointed at the person in the painting.
The young woman's white shirt is better than snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she stares at the baby's eyes full of deep maternal love; her movements are so gentle and delicate in the painter's vivid pen, and the slight coquettishness at the corners of her mouth expresses her first motherhood.
Shyness and pride.
There are six words in the upper left corner of the picture: Thinking for thousands of miles, and being sleepless.
"This is a painting." Zhu Tong reminded.
"She is very similar to someone, ah, I remember, Mrs. Lan. Her eyes are the same as Mrs. Lan." Jing Chi Xuemei said with certainty, "I'll call my godmother, she
Will definitely…”
"Miss Xuemei." Zhu Tong stood up and put away the scroll; "Mrs. Wilson is your godmother or your biological mother?"
"What's wrong with you?" Jing Chi Xuemei asked carefully. The expression on Zhu Tong's face was so strange.
"I'm fine. The problem is that you can't live without her. Mrs. Wilson is too heavy in your mind. I think Mrs. Nomura must not like this situation."
"Don't be jealous of godmother. She is my guardian. My father has always trusted her very much. Over the years, without the support of my godmother, I don't know if I could last until today?" Jing Chi Xuemei threw herself in like a kitten.
Zhu Tong's arms wrapped around his waist tightly and said in an inauspicious voice; "If you don't like it, I will try to trouble her as little as possible in the future. Compared to others, my godmother doesn't want much."
"That's not good, so people can't say that Xuemei has broken the bridge across the river." Zhu Tong's heart was Linglong and immediately understood the meaning of Xuemei in Jing Chi; "Mrs. Wilson is a very tactful person. Xuemei's conditions should be fulfilled."
Without Mrs. Wilson, the Jingchi Consortium would not have been able to return to Jingchi Xuemei. It can be said that most of the things Jingchi Xuemei did before were the shadow of Mrs. Wilson. Suddenly, Zhu Tong suddenly thought of giving the killer a warning
The one who poisoned bullets should be this Mrs. Wilson. In order to firmly control Jing Chi Xuemei in her hands, she didn't want Jing Chi Xuemei to fall in love with anyone.
"It's so enviable. Beautiful youth makes the passion of life burn such beautiful flowers." Mrs. Wilson walked into Fenglu in a beige morning wisp; "I rarely leave the warm bed at this time, maybe today
The sun and the sunshine after the rain will always touch me. Xuemei, my good daughter, please accompany me to the ranch."
"But godmother, there are still many things here." Yui Yumi left Zhu Tong's arms, took Mrs. Wilson's loose muscles, and pouted in a coquettish way; "Why do you want to take us apart?"
"Let Jiujin be left to the men, Mr. Li will definitely win you the best conditions. I firmly believe that when we return here in a few days, everyone will be proud of Xuemei's keen eyes; everyone. They will
I admire Mr. Li in great spirits. This place is too close to Kyoto, and the wind on the pasture can blow away pollen in the air."
Mrs. Wilson covered her bloated breasts and was feeling uncomfortable.
"I forgot that my godmother is allergic to pollen." Yui Yukimi didn't want to leave Jiujin, especially when Zhu Tong's former girlfriend was also here, she didn't want to leave. However, Mrs. Wilson's body is indeed not suitable for her.
She stayed in a place with rich pollen for too long. She looked at Zhu Tong, hoping that "miracle doctor Li Xiang" could use his magical medical skills to help her.
"Mrs. Xu Mei should avoid it." Zhu Tong looked at Mrs. Wilson and said, "Your complexion is really not very good. I think it's not all because of pollen."
"Oh, do you think I have other diseases?" Mrs. Wilson said in surprise.
"It's here." Zhu Tong dipped his head; "Madam, life requires passion. You shouldn't indulge in a quiet life. A 70-degree love is more effective than a hot spring, and will make you ten years younger."
"Dear Lee, you are so cute. No doctor can prescribe this, it sounds good." Mrs. Wilson's pale cheeks were slightly flushed, and some eccentricity was emitted; "Seventy degrees of love, my god,
You should be a poet. Isn’t it good to have 100 yuan?"
"Of course it's good if possible, but you shouldn't put all your energy into it, Yukimi also needs your love."
"Xuemi, I need to increase my expenses a little. But this is the prescription prescribed by my dear Lee. It is worth investing in this interesting game for health. Do you still remember No. 3? There are dark eyes with melancholy."
"Of course I remember, my godmother's 'Red Dress Earl' liked him the most. It could run second at the London autumn race, thanks to the Knight No. 3. I can see the opportunity he gave to his wife.
Full of gratitude. I am afraid that he will burn the 70-degree love to 110 degrees, and his godmother's body will not bear it." Jing Chi Xuemei blinked at Zhu Tong.
Under the compliment between the two, Mrs. Wilson's fat breasts trembled violently, and her hands with a huge diamond ring were covered with her mouth, turning her indecent smile into thick breathing, licking her lips and saying, "But, he is now
Yorkshire is preparing for the Jockey Club in May.”
"Remember? The little mare you chose on the ranch, the one with the moon on your brow. You call her Moon God. This year is the Moon God's first season, and she needs a good jockey."
"A good reason, dear Xuemei, I really want to see the heroic posture of the No. 3 jockey driving the Moon Goddess now."
Zhu Tong was surprised that the so-called love seemed to her just a game that required a little pocket money. She didn't even remember the name of the male protagonist. In her heart, the No. 3 Knight was afraid that it was not as good as the "Earl of the Red Dress" or "
The horse racing of the moon god is of great importance.
The maid informed at the door that Mr. Hamilton was here, and the conversation about 70 degrees of love came to an end. Jing Chi Xuemei reluctantly agreed to accompany Mrs. Wilson and Duohua to Tianye Ranch, and the departure time was set at 9:00 in the morning.
;Mrs. Wilson's fragile lungs need to breathe fresh air rich in oxygen.
She knew that this negotiation was of great importance, and she was really uncomfortable and involved too much in her identity. No matter what the result was, she needed to avoid it at this time. The advantage of doing this is that once there are major twists and turns in the negotiation, Yuki Yuki can be the master.
The identity of the two sides has given the necessary room for maneuver.
Zhu Tong waited for a moment in Fenglu's small living room, and Lord Hamilton walked in with relaxed steps.
"Dear, things are simpler than I thought, Mr. Smith promised to make appropriate concessions. This news I brought is good."
"The weather is good today." Zhu Tong asked the Lord to sit down; "Can I know, how much does proper concessions mean?"
"Old Carl is in a bad mood and is very depressed." Lord Hamilton did not answer positively, and looked for Zhu Tong's expression with his blue eyes; "He told me this morning that he hoped to reach a cooperation with you as soon as possible that both parties could accept.
Agreement. I can tell that he was under heavy pressure in his heart. What did you say to him? Before last night, Carl had no pressure."
Zhu Tong was in a good mood today, but was completely destroyed by Lord Hamilton's words.
"Lord, are you a mediator or a psychiatrist? If my understanding is not biased, your duty is to facilitate this negotiation."
"Of course." Lord Hamilton quickly adjusted his state and prepared to start today's conversation with a relaxed expression. However, Zhu Tong did not give him a chance.
"In our China, there are careers similar to you. I'm talking about the past. They are all low-key and know how to set themselves and what roles they can play in a business. Through these two days of contact, I think you
I should get a few advice. It’s not me who asked you to come, and I don’t know your background in advance."
"Please say, please say, I am still interested in ancient Chinese culture." Lord Hamilton indeed lowered his body and said diligently with his head down. However, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes.
Zhu Tong felt the strange fluctuations in the other party again. This was an incomprehensible force. Although it was very weak, it alerted the Butterfly God. This person was not simple, he had strange things on him.
Zhu Tong looked at Lord Hamilton and said carefully: "I don't want to say much, I don't know much about your habits and styles. But I think it's necessary to determine the following three points. First, if you want to facilitate this
If you cooperate, you should have no position and give up the desire to be a driver; do your duty steadily. Don’t pull irrelevant people and things into it. You are just an intermediary.”
"I have never thought about driving anything. It must be a misunderstanding. I hope Mr. Li can give up this view." Lord Hamilton certainly did not admit it. But Zhu Tong had never thought about letting him admit it, and then said:
"Secondly, if you think you have difficulties as a mediator for this cooperation, you can give up at any time. I think that negotiations will ultimately decide everything at the negotiating table."
Lord Hamilton raised his head and looked at Zhu Tong coldly: "What made you think I should quit?"