Evil President 【End】

Yan Shengjie remained silent, holding the milk tea in his hand, shaking it casually.

At this time, Leng Yiran answered the phone, answered a few words and got up, "I have something to do, I have to leave first, I will apologize to my aunt later, I will come to see her someday."

Zhixing nodded, and Leng Yiran looked at Yan Shengjie again, and smiled at him, "Shengjie, I will ask you another day."

Yan Shengjie raised the corners of his lips, smiled coquettishly, "Okay."

Zhixing sent Leng Yiran to the door and watched him leave.A wall of flesh was stuck behind him, and his waist was gently embraced.

Yan Shengjie rested his chin on her neck and rubbed it, "Don't laugh at that guy, I don't like it."

Zhixing turned around and stroked his cheek, which had a good touch, "If you admit that you are jealous, I won't laugh."

Without even thinking about it, he nodded, "I'm jealous."

Zhixing smiled, put his arms around his waist, and said softly, "I see."

After Wu Xiuting's examination, she was sent in by the nurse, and Yan Shengjie went to M directly, "How's the result?"

M smiled resolutely, "Leave it to me, you can rest assured."

Yan Shengjie finally felt relieved, "Thank you."

*…*

Leng Yiran pushed open the door of the study, saw Qing sitting there, raised his eyebrows, "Major General, why are you here?"

Qing stood up, his dark eyes locked deeply, "Hehe, I'm sorry, I didn't notify Mr. Leng in advance. Actually, this is also what the commander meant. He wanted us to have more contacts and step up the pace of cooperation to facilitate the implementation of the plan."

Leng Yiran sat opposite him, smiled and said, "The commander is really thoughtful, then, I will ask Major General Qing to worry about it in the future."

Qing nodded, "Everyone will be partners from now on, don't be so polite, just call me Qing."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Leng Yiran ordered someone to take him back to his room to rest.At this time, Mi Zun came in, frowned and said, "That old fellow Kule must be worried, and specially sent him to monitor us."

Leng Yiran was not surprised. Sitting on the chair, his thin lips were slightly pursed, "It's not surprising that he did this. It's a good thing that this plan succeeds. If it fails, the US government will shirk responsibility, and he will naturally bear the responsibility." This black pot of colluding with the underworld."

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

Leng Yiran raised her eyes and smiled, "Of course, continue to play the role of our partner."

Mi Zun understood, nodded slightly, and withdrew.

Turning around, he stared out of the window as usual, always feeling that the night in Dallas is more colorful than that in St. Petersburg.

*…*

Zhixing woke up in the middle of the night and reached out to touch, but there was no one around.

She rubbed her eyes and called out in a daze, "Jie?"

In the dark room, no one responded.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but she couldn't find Yan Shengjie anywhere, frowned, put on her nightgown and opened the door.

In the study room on the first floor, a few rays of dim light overflowed.

Yan Shengjie sat at the table, stroked the center of his eyebrows with his long fingers, "Could it be that Kule hasn't given up yet?"

"It seems so."

On the opposite side of the computer screen is the dark god holding red wine, "Iran's attitude is so clear, they don't mind an oil crisis breaking out in the world, and the United States will bear the brunt of it. At this critical juncture, you force him to give up Oman, which is tantamount to making him lose With a favorable reserve force, can he not find a next home?"

Yan Shengjie also got up and went to the wine cabinet to pour a glass of red wine, took a sip, and sat down, "So, he cooperated with Leng Yiran?"

"Hmm, the power of the Russian mafia is about to spread all over Europe. But he is not satisfied, and wants to advance to North America. It just so happens that Kuller also needs a strategic partner who doesn't have to be on the stage. The two hit it off. However, I think cold Also, you may not be so stupid as to be a gunman for others."

Yan Shengjie closed his evil eyes and rested his head on the back, "What he wants is oil."

The dark god snapped his fingers, "Correct answer. What are the two easiest wealth in the world? One is drugs and the other is oil. That guy insists on transforming the mafia and getting rid of drugs. The next step is oil! Of course he won't Stupid enough to carry guns and cannons to bombard people in the Middle East, he has the same idea as Kuller, as long as he guards the Strait of Hormuz, he can get endless oil wealth!"

Yan Shengjie caressed the body of the cup, lowered his eyes, and said coldly, "Of course he doesn't dare to move Iran, so his and Kule's goal is..."

Dark God nodded, "That's right, it's Oman."

Yan Shengjie's movements froze, and there was a seductive evil spirit between his brows, "Has the news been confirmed?"

Dark God shrugged, "Because it involves Oman, Bing Po went to investigate it himself."

Slowly, Yan Shengjie nodded, "Thank her for me."

"Qui, if we need us..."

Yan Shengjie raised his hand to interrupt him, "This is my own business, I will take care of it."

Anshen glared at him, and said very bluntly, "You still share your affairs with mine? Brother, don't talk so much nonsense!"

Yan Shengjie lowered his eyes, "This time, what I have to face is a world power, a powerful gangster, not those small characters in the past." Staring at the dark god, he curled his lips into a chuckle, and said softly, "The ghost gate is the old man It was created with great pains, and you know better than anyone how many precious things he has lost because of it. So, as long as you sit in this seat, you have no right to destroy the ghost gate!"

Dark God's blue eyes looked directly at him, even though he knew he was right, but he still couldn't remain indifferent to what was about to happen.After clenching his hands into fists for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, "Kui, if there is anything I can help, just ask."

"You have helped me enough." Yan Shengjie smiled, raised the red wine in his hand, "Good night."

After turning off the computer, he stood up, went straight to the door, and opened it.

At the door, there was a huddled figure.

Zhixing hugged his legs, heard the sound of the door opening, raised his head, and looked at him with complicated eyes, "Really...is there no other way?"

Yan Shengjie squatted down, rubbed her short hair with his big hands, his eyes were full of tenderness, "Cat, no matter what happens, you don't need to worry about it, just take care of that little guy for me obediently."

"But……"

"No buts."

Zhixing frowned, then lowered his head again.

He smiled, picked her up by the waist, and strode upstairs, "It's time to go back to sleep."

Zhixing bit her lip, Shu Er reached out to hug him tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, "You are not allowed to leave again."

He rubbed his chin against her, his low and seductive laughter said, "Look at your performance."