Gossip King

Jian Xiaodan was a little surprised, and blinked suspiciously in response to the cold gaze. He wanted to ask more carefully, but when he was about to speak, he saw the assassin on the side staring at the two of them from the side of his mouth, and he palpitated slightly.

The killer kept staring at them, and was very cautious when sending text messages. At this time, the suspicion in his eyes became more and more intense.

She lowered her eyes, but it was only a second or two. She seemed to have made up her mind. She clenched her fist slightly, then raised her head, smiled, and nodded.

The high cold is more or less unexpected.

After all, Gao Leng is talking about sleeping together at night and being a boyfriend and girlfriend.

If it was Mu Xiao Leng, Gao Leng would not be surprised, because Xiao Leng has always been like this. Where he is, Xiao Leng will be there. Sleeping together, even if Xiao Leng is required, she won't have a second word.

Mu Xiaolen said nothing, because she loves and trusts Gao Leng wholeheartedly, and she has a simple head, and she grew up carefree since childhood. It is very simple. It is not good to say that Gao Leng just moves casually. Mind, Mu Xiaolen is his.

But simply not.

Although Gao Leng knows very little about Jian Xiaodan's life experience, anyone can see Jian Xiaodan's abilities since contact with her. This ability is reflected in her work ability and emotional intelligence.

Jian Xiaodan is not a simple-minded person, let alone a fool. She naturally understands that the relationship between boy and girl friends in Gao Leng's mouth is not just for fun.

In other words, to make Brother Biao and the others believe that they and him are boy and girl friends, they must be close when they should be close.

A woman like Jian Xiaodan is very principled. Li Yifan couldn't ask for a light meal, but when she heard the cold arrangement, she nodded calmly.

"It's just possible. It's not wrong to do more preparation." Gao Leng added in a low voice.

Jian Xiaoshan smiled lightly, nodded and winked in the direction of the killer.

It's too cold and talkative.

The car turned a corner, and there was a coast in front of it. There were several villas on the coast, scattered and separated far apart.

Turning his head with a knife, he hinted at the killer.

The assassin took out two pieces of black cloth from his pocket, got up and blindfolded Gao Leng and simple eyes.

The world is dark.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped.

Jian Xiaodan's hand shook slightly on Gao Leng's palm, and Gao Leng clenched it tightly.

Get off the car and hear a sound of footsteps, at least ten people.

"Brother Dao." He yelled all together, accompanied by the sound of clothing crashing. It sounded like they were all bent over.

"Okay, let's go." With a relaxed tone, he suddenly remembered something after walking a few steps, and asked: "How did the old man at the Royal Casino last night deal with it?"

"He chopped his hands himself."

"That rich man in Shandong, how much did you lose last night? Yesterday, Xiaokai found out that this person is from the mainland officialdom. The official is not small, but you have to deal with it."

"He committed suicide himself."

"By the way, I just saw the Wisteria Casino just sent a veteran to inquire about the reality, knowing that the peers should not enter, how is it handled?"

"He himself... when he went to the bathroom, he accidentally drowned in the toilet."

"How are the two bodyguards, Miss?" Yidao said, pointing at Gao Leng and Jian Xiaodan. It seemed that he was talking about the two people who helped Lin Gao persecute the bald head.

"The two of them, hey, just watched the sunrise on the beach, and a wave hit... This time the brothers have called the police and they are cooperating with the search and rescue team to search and rescue, poor."

...

Jian Xiaodan leaned on Gao Leng's body, his hands cold and cold.

While talking, an arm stretched out from the wrist, very powerful, grabbed Gao Leng's arm, and walked forward with Gao Leng and Jian Xiaojian.

After walking a few steps, it seemed to have entered a small space. Everyone squeezed over, presumably the elevator, and heard the closing sound of Ding Dong.

After a while, the door opened sounded, and after two steps, it stopped.

"Untie it." It must have arrived at his own site, and the sound of a knife was very relaxed.

After the black cloth was untied, the light suddenly lit up, somewhat dazzling.

In front of you is a huge European-style decorated living room, about 300 square meters, luxuriously decorated, and the blue water outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is greeted with pleasant scenery.

There were more than a dozen young people in black suits standing beside them. At first glance, they had strong bones, well-trained, and cold faces, but they didn't feel that fierce or evil, just making people solemn.

Only the inferior gangsters will be scornful as soon as they look, and if they want to see someone, they will show their knives.

These people must be the diehards of Brother Biao, and they shouldn't be underestimated. They don't need those appearances to save face, and they even wear Buddhist beads on their wrists.

"The two reporters are offended." Yidao smiled faintly. Pointing to their bags: "The rules of the world, we have to search."

"Please." Gao Leng quickly reached out and took off the small bag on Jian Xiaodan's back, and then took the mobile phone. When he was about to pass it over, he stopped and turned on the mobile phone to quickly manipulate something.

Yidao's gaze fell on the cold cell phone, his face suddenly changed.

Gao Lengdian opened Weibo.

"What are you doing?" With a sharp speech, he took a step forward: "Don't play tricks, be cold."

Gao Leng smiled at the corner of his mouth, tapped his finger quickly on the screen, then pressed send and handed the phone a knife, turned his head and looked around, then asked: "Surely Brother Biao will arrive tomorrow, right?"

"You are very smart. Well, Brother Biao will come later. Let's stay with the two reporters." One knife took the phone and handed it to the person behind.

After a while, the bag search is over.

"Brother Dao, these two are lovers." A little brother said, handing over a simple cell phone.

I glanced at it and couldn't help but smile: "Yeah, this is a comma, it's kind of flirting, yes, couples should sleep in the same room, anyway... how do you say that sentence? I will die together. To live together, how do you say it in an ancient prose?"

"Life and death are generous." Gao Leng answered and smiled: "We are lovers. Of course we must sleep together, and we must sleep together. If we don't sleep together, how can we make the news?"

News?

With a surge of anxiety, he quickly picked up his phone and clicked on Weibo to take a look.

Snapped!

The phone was thrown to the ground by him: "Gao Leng, you are really a big reporter! Give me this one!"

"Shaoan, brother Dao, this is a meeting ceremony." Gao sneered, and let out a long sigh of relief, pointing to the phone that was smashed on the ground: "Fortunately, it was your phone that you dropped, my phone. You’ll have to give it to me in a while. You may not understand, reporters, you can’t shut it down 24 hours.