Chief, Love for you is wrong

Besson nodded admiringly, "indeed, Mr. Wen has good eyesight! Everyone who came to the corridor asked who designed it, but Mr. Wen hit the nail on the head!"

The man replied with an appropriate smile, modestly and calmly pointed to one of the micro carvings, "I'm ashamed, I smell that I'm just a little involved. This is master litly's difference. He will try his best to make every foot and every fall beautiful where others ignore and think it's unimportant."

Bypassing the crystal corridor is the main hall of the blue shirt. The crystal chandelier more than ten meters high hangs down from the sky. The layers of wrinkled lights are like overturned lotus flowers, which are highly ornamental from any angle.

They sat down on the bright yellow leather sofa. Byson took out a cigar and lit it skillfully. The curling white smoke rose. Byson lifted his hand holding the cigar towards Wen Jili and asked him if he wanted one.

Wen Jili shook his head with a smile and said faintly, "I've quit smoking recently." little KK's respiratory tract is weak and easy to be infected. Wen Jili hasn't touched cigarettes since picking up their mother and daughter.

Byson took back his hand holding the cigar and took a breath. His hard face like a knife was hidden in the smoke. At this time, the servant in blue also brought up the tea set.

Behind him was a tea artist dressed gently and elegantly. A crimson slim dress, similar to a Chinese cheongsam, set people more dignified and elegant. His hair was bun tied behind his head, revealing a small, clever, refined and beautiful face.

After bowing slightly to the two, the tea master knelt in front of the tea table. After consulting what tea to drink, she began a series of work. The nine processes were skilled and elegant in her hands, like performing.

"That young man, right here, has ruined the tendons of more than a dozen of Dima's men." when the tea fragrance overflowed, Besson said in a deep voice, "now you're a loser all over the bed."

Pick up the tea cup placed by the tea artist in front of him and smell it gently. The elegant aroma immediately seeps into the tip of the nose. After a sip or two, when the mouth adapts to the hot temperature, he drinks the tea. His slender finger plays with the top-grade porcelain cup in his hand, and the cup body moistened with tea is suffused with warm temperature. It feels great to carry it in his hand.

Looking at the teacup in his hand, Wen Jili picked up one corner of his lips and pondered back.

"Break your tendons and find a better doctor to treat them. In the future, you can learn to walk with a crutch. If you gamble, you don't want their lives, don't you count Mo Bai Renci? Since you gamble, people in the gambling game should be able to win and lose!"

Wen Jili's voice was very evil. The tip of his eyebrows raised slightly. With contempt, he ridiculed the people who were picked out by Mo Bai, and secretly ridiculed Bayern's bullying who lost but wanted to deny!

Hearing Wen Jili's words, Bayern half leaned on the sofa, his legs folded together, his elbows resting on the armrest of the sofa, next to wisps of cut tobacco, a bronze cigar in his bronze hand, and then lined with Bayern's Bronze knife to cut his cold face, which made his image as a hegemon in Southeast Asia clear, cold, strong and inviolable!

His deep eyes narrowed dangerously. When he took a cigar and blew out the smoke again, he asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Wen, let byson ask, what do you have to do with that young man to help him?"

Put down the cooled tea cup in his hand, the man looked up, and his clear pupil looked up at Bayern's deep and sharp eyes, with a playful smile in his eyes. "Mr. Bayern, this is not help, but to tell the truth! What's more, Mo Bai doesn't need help at all. As a brother-in-law, I fully believe he has the ability to handle things well."