"Xiaoman, look, there is a monk downstairs."

Li Xiaojun stood by the window and looked downstairs, calling Xiaoman alertly.

Xiaoman, who was holding a dumpling in his hand and never idle in his mouth, jumped over and looked downstairs. When he saw a luxuriously dressed monk standing under the street light outside, he immediately wondered, thinking in his heart where the handsome monk came from and whether he was here to find his own master.

Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly poked by Li Xiaojun. Li Xiaojun said, "This person doesn't look like an ordinary person. Hurry up and talk to Chen Fan. Don't be here to find fault. It would be bad if he delayed serious matters."

"Why don't you go?" Xiaoman turned to look at her.

"At this critical moment, isn't it bad that I'll go?" Li Xiaojun felt a little embarrassed, because she knew that Chen Fan and Xiao                                                                                                              

"I won't go either. If I go, I will definitely be scolded." Xiaoman leaned on the windowsill with his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and then became thoughtful, "I'll go downstairs to see what this guy is doing."

"How careful are you, what if you are a bad person?"

"fine."

Xiaoman jumped downstairs and opened the thick curtains and saw that there was nothing inside. The monk was still downstairs just now, but now he disappeared.

"What does that monk do? He doesn't look like a good guy."

Upstairs, sister Jie held the windowsill and pulled the curtains apart. She was staring downstairs, and Chen Fan couldn't help asking.

"Who knows where a monk came from, he looks weird."

xiao     Sister Jie also muttered in a low voice.

——Cut—

"Cough-Cough-Cough-Cough-Cough-Cough-"

A mouthful of old blood was spewed out, and the till young man sat in a wheelchair and covered his hands. The blood fell down from his fingers. The beautiful woman in exposed clothes quickly took out a tissue to wipe it. The old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped it loudly. The slap was extremely powerful. He immediately slapped the woman with a trembling face, and he didn't dare to look up.

"Waste, all waste!"

The old man's veins bulged, and he stared at him and shouted loudly, "I'll give you a week in the end, but I can't deal with him. You all have to die!"

"yes."

The woman did not refute, bowed slightly, and quickly retreated out.

"Crash."

The door was pulled up, and the old man's coughing sound was still endless.

She blinked slowly, and the respect on her face disappeared little by little, and replaced by a kind of sensual ruthlessness.

A strong man in a suit came over next to him. Judging from his appearance, he should be a bodyguard.

He walked to the woman and gently supported the woman's shoulder, "Doctor loses his temper again?"

"Since you know, why bother ask?"

She sighed softly, looked back, signaling the man not to talk much, and lowered his head to prepare to leave.

As soon as I came out of the shrine, I suddenly saw a man standing under the corridor. He was wearing black clothes, black pants, and black sunglasses, as if he was filming a movie.

"Huxiao    jie, it's been a long time for you."

The man is not tall and his accent is quite stiff when he speaks. He is most likely a native of an island country.

She was slightly stunned and signaled the man who looked like a bodyguard not to step forward. She then stepped forward in a small Japanese-style stance, bowed slightly, and greeted him with a smile, "Sir, do we know this gentleman?"

"My name is Ryuichi Yamazaki, who is working for the Odong Shrine." The man also bowed slightly and greeted him with a smile.

"Are you an islander?"

"Hi."

"Are you here to find Dr. Gallo? He is not in good health now and may not be convenient to meet you."

The woman bowed again.

"No, I'm here to find you. There is someone who wants to meet you. I don't know if you have time now."

The man said, handing a post with both hands, bowing and bowing, "My master has set up a banquet and get rid of it."

The woman lifted her eyelids and looked at the things in her hand, "Who is your master?"

——Cut—

"Who is that monk? It looks mysterious."

Upstairs not far from the Little Mushroom Internet Cafe, the young man in charge of monitoring Chen Fan's family every move took off his headphones and looked at the middle-aged man standing behind him with a look of surprise.

The middle-aged man's face was full of wrinkles and his face was full of vicissitudes. After taking a bite of bread, he looked thoughtful. "Ask me, where do I know? Pass the photos back and let the people above see them. Maybe someone will know you!"

"No need to spread it, I know who he is." Su Xin, who was eating instant noodles, suddenly said quietly, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, "Just report to the above directly, this person is of great origin."

——Cut—

At the same time, in a dark room, there was only a small desk lamp lit up, opposite the long table, and one hand reached over and gently tapped the tabletop.

On the other side of the table, a graceful woman with a jewel-shaped body was sitting cross-legged, raising her hand to type the folded paper and looking at the large string of numbers on it, and she couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

"What do you mean?"

Zhongli raised his eyelids and looked at the guy standing in the shadows with invisible faces, and smiled slightly, "Do you think I am the kind of woman who can settle it with money?"

"It's not only about using money, but also about common interests."

Opposite was the voice of a hoarse old man, and he was not anxious when he spoke. "Actually, you know very well that as long as Chen Fan is still alive, you can only be a puppet. You are not a woman who is easily satisfied and will never live under someone for a long time. What's more, he has occupied you and cannot give you a title. You are already very dissatisfied with this matter in your heart, but the conditions do not allow you, and you dare not say it. My boss has already spoken, as long as Zhongli Daxiao     jie is willing to help us with a little favor, the things you want will not be missing."

"Do you know what I want?" Zhongli turned sideways and sat back on the chair, gently clicking on the table with his index finger.

"This world is big, and people have many ideas, but everyone's minds are always the same, right?" the old man said, smiling, revealing two eyes with strange brilliance. "Conditions, you can open it, just speak whatever you want."

"Hmph." Zhongli suddenly sneered for a moment and thought for a little bit, "I can't give you an answer yet, so it's better for me to think about it."
Chapter completed!