Jiang Wenqing, who was eavesdropping on the noise inside by sticking to the door, did not expect the door to open suddenly. He was completely defenseless and fell on Yong Zhixu out of inertia.
"Eh?" he whispered.
Yong Zhixu raised his hand and took it.
Tang Xili leaned against the door with her arms folded across her chest, her smile barely reaching her eyes as she casually teased, "So Mr. Jiang has a habit of eavesdropping?"
Jiang Wenqing, who was caught on the spot, laughed, "Hehe," with an embarrassed look on his face. He looked around the room pretending nothing had happened, "How is that possible? I never eavesdrop on others!"
He let go of Yong Zhixu and walked inside. "I just came here to get some snacks."
As he said that, he took out a bag of snacks from a cabinet in the room and walked out.
God knows he hadn't eaten lunch or dinner in order to hurry on his way.
Tang Xili watched him leave with a bag of snacks. She, who had never been very caring towards others, suddenly became distracted and looked at Yong Zhixu, "You didn't eat?"
Yong Zhixu was surprised that she could think of this. People with emotional apathy are emotionally negligent and indifferent to anyone and anything around them.
Does this mean that he is also important to her?
"Yeah." The man stretched out his long arms, wrapped them around her waist, pressed his body against hers, and responded pitifully.
She has a weak sense of emotion, and if he hides it further, she will be even less able to feel it.
He not only had to take action, but also express it directly, because he also wanted her to like him, just as he liked her.
Tang Xili looked at the man's pitiful appearance and felt a little touched.
Are you so nervous about her?
She turned on the smartwatch on her wrist, called Joanna, and asked her to order someone to prepare dinner.
When the yacht passed by the battlefield, Amy and Song Ci were directing their subordinates on both sides to salvage the bodies of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
More than 800 people were wiped out, their bodies floating all over the sea, and the sea was dyed with blood.
Jiang Wenqing stood on the deck, looking at the yachts that were blown to pieces and still smoking, and could almost imagine how fierce the battle was at that time.
Looking at Tang Xili's two advanced warships and Yong Zhixu's nearly three-hundred-foot giant ship, Jiang Wenqing fell into deep thought.
Compared with them, he, the gangster boss, seems like a child and doesn't even deserve it.
He picked up his phone, decided to show off, and secretly called Sang Biao's people.
Fifteen minutes later, Tang Xili returned to the Moon Palace on the island and received a call from Amy. An Minghe and An Minghui were tied up by fifty people and sent to the battleship.
Tang Xili glanced at the man sitting in the passenger seat, dining elegantly, and asked him, "An Minghe and An Minghui were kidnapped by fifty people. Was that you who did it?"
Yong Zhixu looked at Jiang Wenqing, who was eating without paying attention to details, and said, "He did it."
Tang Xili picked up the drink on the table and raised it towards him, "Thank you."
Jiang Wenqing waved his hand, "Consider this my redemption for accepting money from the An family to assassinate you."
"Mr. Jiang is straightforward, please."
Regarding that matter, Tang Xili actually never blamed anyone. First, they didn't know each other, and second, there was nothing wrong with the other person getting paid to do the job.
that is--
"Mr. Jiang, next time someone wants to buy my life, I'll charge you a minimum of 30 billion. Don't disrupt the market."
Her life as the king of mercenaries was only worth 10 billion. It would be a huge joke if she told anyone about it.
I really can't afford to lose this person.
"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Wenqing was choked by a mouthful of white wine. He quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed to the side.
After coughing for a while, he blushed and smiled awkwardly, "Don't make fun of me anymore."
Now, those of the same generation, upon entering Fansheng, would always say with a smile: "One billion, to buy Jiang Wenqing to serve me tea and wine."
Is there anyone funnier than Jiang Huakui?
Tang Xili stopped teasing him, reached out and picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised fish for Yong Zhixu, and said, "Eat more."
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The other side
An Minghe and An Minghui never imagined that before they could take advantage of the chaos to rescue their families, they were kidnapped by the people they brought with them.
And handed them over to Tang Xili's bodyguards.
The two were confused and angry. After cursing Sang Biao's men, they were taken to Penang Island by Bella and others.
The car drove in the dark for about seven or eight minutes, and they arrived in front of a magnificent Chinese-style building.
The high-rise building, which is more than ten stories high and covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters, is built against the mountain. Bright lights shine through the windows painted with gold and carved with patterns, which is majestic and magnificent.
After getting off the car, An Minghe and An Minghui were dragged into a high-rise building.
As soon as you enter the door, you will see a fifteen-meter-high ceiling, on which hangs a crystal chandelier with a diameter of more than three meters and worth tens of millions. The bright light fills the room with splendor, just like a palace.
Expensive carpets, valuable calligraphy and paintings, and costly micro-landscapes all demonstrate grandeur and wealth, embodying the meaning of "infinite luxury" to the fullest.
An Minghe and An Minghui have been rich for half their lives and are already top tycoons with a net worth of hundreds of billions, but they are still shocked by this overwhelming luxury.
Don't tell them this is from Tangxi Pear!
Just as this thought came to mind, I heard a charming and cold voice calling from above, "Old Dog An, good evening, welcome to my home."
An Minghe and An Minghui looked up at the same time and saw a tall woman in a black horse-faced skirt and holding a folding fan, with her hands on the railing on the six-meter-high second-floor railing, looking at them lazily.
The small face, the size of a palm, had a faint smile on it, and was full of wildness, like the red spider lilies blooming in the underworld, extremely cold and dazzling to the extreme.
An Minghe's face darkened and he gritted his teeth, "You little bastard! What on earth do you want to do?"
“Wow—”
Tang Xili casually opened the Xiangfei bamboo folding fan in her hand, which was worth seven figures.
The girl waved the folding fan gently and smiled.
"What did you call me?" The voice was light and airy, like the breeze blowing through the white clouds, without any emotion.
An Minghe hated her condescending attitude and cursed, "Beast!"
"Hehehe..." Tang Xili laughed, and her laughter like a silver bell spread throughout the lobby of the Moon Palace, like the shattering of jade at Kunshan, making Bella and other bodyguards below feel their scalps tingle.
They glanced at An Minghe and sympathized with him for a second.
Ms. Tangxi usually doesn't laugh, but once she laughs, it's either murderous or life-threatening.
She had some concerns in China before, but Southeast Asia is her area of rule.
How dare he?
An Minghe also felt a chill down his spine from the laughter, and had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, the girl upstairs stopped laughing, tilted her head with empty eyes, and said calmly, "Fight."
Bella nodded and asked, "How hard should I hit her?"
Tang Xili thought for a moment and said, "Just break the left arm. Let's be fair, one for each of us."
The right arm will have to be used to sign a contract in the future, which will affect her future games, so it’s better to keep it.
After receiving the clear instructions, Bella understood, looked at the others, asked someone to get a baseball bat, and started to carry out the order.
An Minghui, who was also pinned to the table, screamed in panic, "I didn't call you a beast, you can't do this."
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