Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

All people were not disturbed by the suddenly opened door and the sudden light, but still had their own fun.

Dongfang shijinsen's eyes were red with blood, and the horror of killing people burst out. His eyes turned a circle. The black dome was covered with black-and-white gray tricolor glass, and the whole hall was low dark gray.

There are two silver chains hanging on the dome because of the surge of cold wind outside.

There was a crisp sound of chains colliding in the air, but there was a chill in the heart.

Everything here seems to have nothing to do with the muddy and rainy days outside.

On the side of the huge round platform, there are six master chairs, four of which are men in black. They are all clothes of the Republic of China in the early years of China, Zhongshan clothes, and even black long shirts.

Realizing that the man who suddenly broke into the door was a bodyguard, the men whispered to each other. Immediately, a man wearing a black republic style double breasted vest and a long jacket came over, looking like the manager of the hall.

"This gentleman... You?"

The killing intention and that terrible aura in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin can be seen at a glance. Moreover, there are more than 10 bodyguards behind him. They are all foreigners with real guns and are particularly strong.

Could it be something?

The man thought, a pair of eyes are smart, the mind quickly crossed the past five days, is there any abnormal situation?

He has never seen Dongfang Shijin at all.

If he had seen such a strong and terrible aura of this man, he would be unforgettable at a glance. He searched all his memories carefully and didn't think about him.

With such a thought, the man's mood also eased slightly.

A middle-aged man behind him, with a scar on his face, looked ferocious from his right face to the corner of his mouth.

"Our young master has something to say. Can you take a step?"

"..." the man looked at the other three men sitting next to the round platform, as if they were making eye contact, then turned his head and nodded, "yes, come with me."

Ma Zi nodded. Dongfang Shijin's face was almost to the limit. They followed the man behind. Another man next to the round platform got up and followed them to the second floor.

The stairs made of pure black wood have the texture of the times and creak. There is a pure black velvet curtain pulled up on the cross bar of the wall, which is lazy and unique.

The man opened the door. It was a private medium-sized box. The pure black sofa and the originally dark carved wall in front of him were suffused with a very dark brown and the luster of the age because of the age.

In front of the three groups of neatly arranged black sofas was a shiny black carved wooden table. As they sat down, a woman in a high fork Tibetan blue embroidered cheongsam came in and poured them fresh oolong tea.

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