As a soldier king, I met the national goddess

Looking at Lin Tiantian's ugly face, a trace of cunning flashed in Wu Qingcheng's eyes.

Lin Yitian's ugly face did not last long, and was quickly replaced by relief.

He raised his head, his eyes suddenly full of affection, and he fixed his eyes on the phoenix eyes of Wu Qicheng.

At the same time, Lin Tiantian slowly bypassed the desk step by step and walked in front of Wu Chengcheng.

Wu Qingcheng didn't know what this guy's sudden change meant, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

The whole person maintained the posture of raising a gun, and his eyes were puzzled.

In her puzzled gaze, Lin Tiantian slowly bent down.

Slowly, his eyebrows pressed against the cold, dark barrel.

Wu Qingcheng's pair of phoenix eyes contracted suddenly, and his delicate body couldn't help but tense.

What is he going to do

? Is he crazy?

Wu Qingcheng's expression, Lin Yitian saw it, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and said affectionately:

"It doesn't matter to me what your identity is, I recognize it, it's always just you." In the eyes of others, whether you are a wicked person who kills people and sets fires, or a bodhisattva who saves suffering, in my eyes, you ...... It's just that you ...... "

Plop, plop

!!!"

Wu Qingcheng!!'

s face was flushed, and his ears were filled with his own huge heartbeat.

She was a little panicked, and her phoenix eyes looked left and right without focus.

Seeing this, the smile on Lin Tiantian's face became brighter and brighter, and his voice became more affectionate and magnetic:

"If your real identity is not a policeman, and your mission to approach me is to kill me, then ...... Shoot, please.

Hearing Lin Tiantian's request, Wu Qingcheng's eyes widened in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Hehe, little sample, you're still a little tender when you fight with my brother!

My handsome guy Lin just shows a little personal charm, and he will make you dizzy.

Hey, this damn natural beauty is hard to give up!

Just when Lin Yitian was still secretly proud in his heart.

Wu Qingcheng, who was less than half a meter away from him, suddenly stared at him and his expression was solemn.

The white jade-like index finger moved to the trigger and sneered:

"Okay, then you can die." "

Uh......

Lin Yitian, who was still proud one second, was numb the next.

A smile froze on his face.

Girls aren't going to really shoot, are they?

This thought had just flashed through Lin Tiantian's mind.

I saw that Wu Qingcheng's index finger had already pulled the trigger.

Lin Yitian's widening eyes had already formed cross-eyed.

Click!

Cold sweat flowed down Lin Tiantian's forehead at the same time.

Gollum!

Lin Tiantian's throat couldn't help but surge.

Crazy woman

! What a shot

! Although there are no bullets, it is so scary!

Lin felt the lower half of his body for a while, it was okay, it was relatively dry, and there was no large area of moisture.

"Hmph, are you still playing?" Wu Chengcheng withdrew the pistol and put it back on the outside of his thigh, and Erlang's legs were cocked.

With his hands crossed on his rounded thighs, he sits elegantly and dignifiedly.

"Huh...... Hehe, no...... Don't play anymore.

Lin Yitian smiled awkwardly and walked back to his seat.

His legs were a little weak.

"Invitation.

As soon as Lin Tiantian's butt touched the chair, Wu Qingcheng stretched out his right hand and spread it out on the table.

If it was before, Lin Yitian would definitely appreciate this slender and white and soft jade-like palm.

But now he was not interested at all.

It was the index finger of this hand just now, and the trigger was pulled sinfully!

Lin Yitian obediently took out an invitation letter from the drawer and handed it to Wu Qingcheng.

Wu Chengcheng took the invitation, raised his butt and walked out.

Just halfway through, Lin Yitian suddenly thought of something, and asked

, "No, you can go to the banquet with me, what kind of invitation do you want?" "

I'm going with you, this invitation is for someone else."

Wu Qingcheng didn't stop, and he replied without looking back.

Others!

?"What person?man?woman?yin and yang person?"

As soon as Lin Yitian heard that Wu Qingcheng was helping others get the invitation, he immediately couldn't sit still, and stood up with his hands on the table.

You can stand up even if you don't have to brace.

Wu Tingcheng stopped, turned back to half of his body, Qiong's nose moved slightly, and his tone was teasing:

"What tastes sour?"

"Answer me!"

"Be obedient, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Wu Qingcheng smiled coquettishly, and spoke in a tone as if his sister was talking to his younger brother.

Lin broke the big defense in one day.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Wu Chengcheng also thought of something, his figure froze, and Chong Lin smiled softly again:

"I will choose the dress for the banquet tomorrow, and you will be responsible for reimbursement." After

speaking, regardless of whether Lin Yitian agreed or not, Wu Qingcheng turned around, and after a while, he left the office and closed the door from the outside.

"Damn, why!" After

Wu Qingcheng left for more than ten seconds, Lin Tiantian came back to his senses and scolded angrily at the air.

......

Somewhere in the East China Sea, in a gorgeous private room.

"Have all the invitations been sent?" In

the center of the expensive European-style sofa, Zhou Zihao was dressed in a white suit, a white shirt, white socks and white leather shoes, and three buttons were loosened on the shirt, revealing a strong chest.

A man on the left was pouring whiskey for him, and when he heard Zhou Zihao's question, he calmly replied

, "Well, it's all sent out."

After handing the crystal clear glass wine glass to Zhou Zihao, the man also poured himself a glass, picked up the wine glass, and sat down casually on the single sofa on the left.

The man is none other than Wang Teng, who fought with Lin Xuan in the antique competition.

"The idea of having a banquet was great and I was very satisfied.

Zhou Zihao rubbed the edge of the wine glass and said casually.

"Without Zhou Shao's influence, no matter how good an idea is, it's just a useless idea.

Wang Teng raised his wine glass and saluted Zhou Zihao.

He wasn't talking about it, it was the truth.

No matter how careful the plan is, if you don't have the strength to implement it, it's just a piece of paper.

And this is exactly where Zhou Zihao admires Wang Teng.

He will not be proud of his achievements, nor will he grovel because of the unequal status.

The communication between the two has always been like ordinary friends.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zihao laughed for no reason.

How can a person like him have friends?

In his view, the word 'friend' is nothing more than the accumulation of interests.

When the interests are gone, the friends will naturally disappear with them.

The two tacitly did not communicate again, so they silently tasted the spirits in the glass.

The retro European-style clock on the wall walks diligently.

When the hour, minute, and second hands coincide at 12 o'clock.

Wang Teng put down his wine glass, got up from the sofa, and looked at Zhou Zihao:

"Zhou Shao, it's time."

Zhou Zihao glanced at the clock on the wall, and pouted speechlessly:

"You guy, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"Zhou Shao, it's time." Wang Teng didn't seem to hear Zhou Zihao's words, and repeated it again.