CEO is Clingy To His Sweet Wife

The other park the car in the dotted parking space on the side of the road to facilitate more rapid transfer.

Ten minutes later, two of Mr. Jike's men found the private room number of Zhang Hua's private meeting in Jiangnan mansion. They left the restaurant and went back to the car, waiting for the notice.

After all, only Mr. Jike in the company has the ability to make such an important and top secret action safe. He will never miss it.

The reason why those subordinates are only Jike's subordinates is that their ability is limited. They are most responsible for following people and fighting.

If they had Mr. Jike's skill, they would have set up a private detective agency on their own. Why should they rely on others.

In addition, doing this kind of illegal business is highly confidential.

Jike more or less to avoid people's eyes and ears, even to subordinates, will not reveal too much, know too many people, you know!

Only Zhang Hua and Huang Xiaoyu were left in the antique Chinese private rooms in the famous Jiangnan residence. The assistant didn't know where to go for a long time.

The waiter, dressed in a blue short coat, put down the pre meal snacks and cold dishes, and respectfully left the private room.

The waiter is pushing a small dining car to deliver food to other private rooms. Behind him, there is a thin man.

The man looked at the pace is not fast, walking is quiet, can not hear a bit of movement, but after more than ten steps, all of a sudden pasted on the back of the waiter.

The man stretched out a not too big, but dexterous hand and stuck it to the waist of the waiter.

The waiter felt numb on the scalp and chilly at the bottom of his heart.

A big man is good to be touched waist, how does this calculate to return a responsibility? He's not gay! Which colleague is so bad?

Thinking, before he could see the man's face behind him, his body softened and almost fell down.

Mr. Jike carefully tucked the anesthetic needle hidden between his fingers into his sleeve. His technique was as quick as a charm, not to mention that the naked eye could not detect any fame.

Even if he was recorded by the surveillance camera, his hand completely blocked the camera, so that people could not see how this action was completed.

If one day mingzhiguo no longer turns a blind eye to the business of private detective agency, but forbids and severely attacks it, Mr. Jike will change his career to become a magician, which will have a bright future.

Although Mr. Jike's body is thin, but his strength is not small. He helped up the waiter. From their backs, it seems that he helped the waiter into the men's bathroom.

There was no video monitoring in the bathroom. Mr. Jike immediately put the man into a small room and exchanged clothes with the waiter.

The dose of the anesthetic was enough to put him to sleep for about two hours, enough for Mr. Jike to act.

Mr. Jike inserted the bolt of the door tightly, replaced his eyes with his ears, and saw that there was no one outside. He turned it out from the top of the small room. His action was full of breath, and the movement was quiet, which was comparable to the dark guard in martial arts novels.

At the same time, in the private room, Zhang Hua and Huang Xiaoyu are sitting in the chair, graceful and lazy. Their eyes are smiling and they have a good talk.

"Xiaoyu, it's your birthday in a while. I've prepared a gift for you in advance. Do you like it or not?" Zhang Hua took an Armani paper bag out of the empty chair and put it on the table.

"It's two months before my birthday, so early?" Huang Xiaoyu was surprised, but more surprised. I wanted to hide the joy in my heart, but I betrayed her. "In fact, as long as you're willing to accompany me for my birthday, I'll be very happy. What else can I give you..."

"Birthday is sure to accompany you. No matter how busy the notice is, I'll push it all away and concentrate on accompanying you alone," Zhang Hua pushed the paper bag in her direction, thin lips slightly bent, smile as usual. There is no other evil spirit in the world. "What are you doing? Please open it and have a look."

Huang Xiaoyu took out a small dark blue carton from the bag. His eyes were lit up immediately. He held the box in his arms with both hands. He completely forgot how to write the word "reserved" and said excitedly, "Wow, it tastes like iris. Isn't it a limited edition? Last time I went to France, I wanted to buy it. The store was out of stock. I didn't expect to have a surprise today. "

Zhang Hua's smile is more and more rippling. His tongue is like a lotus. Every word is beautiful and moving. It can coax people to the sky. "I'm afraid that this little thing can't get into Miss Huang's eyes. Only limited edition things can match you. It's unique."

Although it is a love story, there is no exaggeration.

What are the conditions for Huang Xiaoyu's family? Pingyu business group is more than three times larger than Xingke group. Huang Pingyu and his wife treat their three children with the mentality of raising rich sons and daughters. They always give generous allowance.

Huang Xiaoyu, as the only youngest sister, has not only the love of her parents, but also the love of her two brothers. From time to time, the two brothers also give her sika, money and gifts. What she wants to buy can't afford it. A limited edition perfume of a few thousand yuan can't really get into the eyes of a big yellow gold. However, the gift depends on who gave it. As long as the person is in the eye, no matter what he gives, the recipient is happy. Zhang Hua's gift, even if it's just a ten yuan flower on the roadside, Huang Xiaoyu can't help but be happy for several days. What's more, the relationship between Zhang Hua and Huang Xiaoyu is still in the initial stage of ambiguity, and it doesn't go beyond the male and female defense. If Zhang Hua gives a gift with a price of five or six figures, let alone Huang Xiaoyu is alert and dare not accept it; Even if I accept it, I can't easily have a relationship with him because of a gift. Who can make a five or six digit gift mean nothing to her. But the limited edition perfume, the global circulation is not big, important is not the price, but is this intention. Of course, Zhang Hua didn't have the time to do these things in person. All of them were entrusted to his assistant. A smart assistant, the top ten mediocre, this is not, to coax other people's little girls happy. Huang Xiaoyu raised her pink and snow-white face and fixed her eyes on his matchless white face. Her eyes were filled with the murmuring tenderness she didn't realize.