Black Emperor's Best Hot Wife

Los Angeles is a paradise for the rich. There are many types of paradise, depending on how you want to live.

A handsome man was sitting in front of the bar counter, holding a glass of amber whiskey-based cocktail in both hands, staring at the bartender with a squinting smile, shaking the glass in his hand slowly, with elegant gestures, which made people feel peaceful.

The bartender was making a Bloody Mary cocktail for a guest. The man on the side looked at the bright red liquid and his eyes were even more bent.

"Sir, you seem a little out of spirits tonight?" The bartender started to shake the glass while talking to the handsome man in front of the bar.

The man didn't speak, but looked at her indifferently. The bartender was an oriental, which reminded the man beside him of another face.

It is also an oriental face, thin but beautiful. What surprised him most was that this woman had sharp eyes like cold stars and howled fiercely like a wolf: "If you dare to shoot again, I will do it at the ends of the earth." Kill you."

Thinking of this, he laughed, it's been a long time since he met such an interesting person!

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman bartending just smiled.

This person often comes to this bar, so several of the bartenders are familiar with them.Speaking of it, the bar is actually very simple, completely out of date, and mainly relies on repeat customers to support its business.

"I'm sorry I was distracted, what did you just say?" The man came back to his senses and asked with a smile.

"I said you're not in good spirits." The bartender repeated with a smile.

The handsome man smiled slightly, with a gentle and shy expression that didn't show his teeth, and said, "You can see it too."

The bartender asked curiously: "What's the matter? Did you break up in love?"

"I'm not broken in love." A man like him who is single for fun, doesn't like to watch dancers, and he doesn't have any other exciting entertainment, so he spends most of the day in bars like an old man, drinking a glass of wine for most of the day.How could it be possible to fall in love, because... he looked at the bartender complaining and said: "I recently messed up a business deal." This is the first time he has missed since he entered the business!

"Ah, then you are really unfortunate." The bartender Shibiao said the same.

"Even if you say that, I feel really unlucky." He sighed sadly.

"Don't be too sad, how about I buy you a drink." The woman said understandingly.

"Then thank you very much." The man smiled and replied with a gentlemanly touch.

The woman smiled shyly, and then began to mix the wine with a graceful posture.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the man's body suddenly rang, and then the man picked up an old mobile phone that was almost scrapped to answer it.

"m." A low and anxious voice came from the other party.

The handsome man was smiling just now, but now his eyelashes were half-drawn, and he hummed lightly.

"What are you doing?" The other party continued to worry.

M continued to reply indifferently: "What's the matter?"

The other party said to him in an unhappy tone: "Hmph, don't think I don't know, I must have gone to find someone to complain again, right?"

This hypocritical guy, how can there be such a hateful taste in the world, when he meets his opponent, he is actually happy to die, but he insists on finding a place, and then tells others that he is actually very pitiful, and after getting all kinds of sympathy, with Countless others have kindly comforted and distressed and warmed up their spoils to go home.

M said innocently: "I'm telling the truth."

The mission failed, not to mention losing money, his own reputation was ruined, and most importantly he was hunted down all over the world, isn't that miserable enough?

"Okay, I won't argue with you about this, something happened in Africa."

M lazily replied: "Huh? Didn't I refund the money, or double it? Why doesn't Thomas want it?"

"No, Thomas died that night, and he was killed overnight. In the end, it wasn't gang fights..."

The wine glass in m's hand paused, and then said: "I'll go back now."

He hung up, and the female bartender at the side just handed over the wine. M thanked her again with a smile, and then drank it in a gulp of relief. Finally, he took out the change from the pocket of his torn coat, counted it for a long time, and handed it over. to women.

Although the female bartender had heard from him that her family was miserable, she still struggled to count the dimes in her hand every time.

At this time, m put the remaining money back into his pocket, and said politely: "Thank you for your hospitality today, I'm leaving first."

The woman nodded, and then continued to count a large pile of change in her hand.

M went out of the bar, came out from the outside, found a taxi casually, explained the address, then sat on the back seat with arms folded and didn't speak.

The taxi driver saw that he was a fair-skinned foreigner with a thin body who seemed easy to bully, so he simply drove a taxi around the long distance.

The street view during the day is not so good, but it is not so good at night.

After being bored for a few minutes, m took out a pack of cigarettes from the windbreaker pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth.

"Sir, please don't smoke in the car." The driver said he was watching Yang secretly from the rearview mirror.

"I didn't light it." After m finished speaking, he really didn't plan to take the lighter, and just bit it like that, with a weird look on his face.

The driver gave him a blank look, ignored him and continued driving.

After going around for more than half an hour, he finally parked in the parking area outside the bank he was looking for.

"Sir, please pay the bill for $100."

M opened the car door and went down, but he didn't intend to pay the bill at all.

"Hey boy, if you don't want to go to the police station, pay the bill quickly."

"If you don't mind me telling the police about your detour." M put one hand on the car window, smiling very shyly at the driver.

The driver cursed dumbly: "Damn boy, you didn't tell me when you knew the way." Then he drove away cursing and didn't dare to ask him for money.

After m glanced at the speeding car, he slowly lit his cigarette, took a puff, and walked into a shop beside him with a faint smile.

The bell hanging above the door of the handmade clothing store, as soon as he pushed the door, the bell would jingle.

The tailor was sitting under the light, looking at an advertisement booklet for a gun shop, raised his head, pushed his glasses, and said in surprise, "You're back?"

M nodded, and said with great interest: "Well, let's talk about what happened just now."

The tailor stood up and faced him: "I don't know, but it doesn't look like it was done by the Hei family, because this method is not in line with the style of the Hei family. There are many rumors on the road now."

"Well," m thought for a while before saying, "Give me some clothes, I'll go and have a look."

"The Hei family is digging three feet to find you, you still want to go and see?" The tailor said he was half speechless and half reminded.

M shook his head and explained: "Anyway, wherever you go, you will be chased the same, so there is no difference."

"Are you really going?"

"Ah."

"That's just right, someone here just happened to pay you to get rid of Obsidian's fiancée, Gu Xiaomo. Do you want to accept it?"

M was a little surprised: "Who is it?"

The tailor smiled: "Of course they are from the Hei family."

M suddenly smiled: "Since it happens to be on the way, let's pick it up."