The only way to get married: the chief chasing his wife needs to work hard

The man with handsome facial features looked at the screen with a smile on his lips. With understanding, he bumped his elbow into the man in the white bathrobe, his face was half curious and half joking: "Song Qi, don't tell me, It was this little woman who scratched your arm."

The man spoke authentic London English, with a slight exclamation tone, coupled with exaggerated movements, he looked extraordinarily playful.

There was a faint blood stain on the white bathrobe, which could not be seen unless one looked carefully.

After hearing the man's words, Song Qi turned his face indifferently, with a pair of deep and calm eyes, looking at the man coldly, staring at the man like an abyss, making the man's scalp feel hairy.

Just when the man was about to lose his hold, Song Qi turned his face away and said in a flat tone, "James, what you said is correct, but I didn't ask you to come here to let you praise her."

"I know." The man named James nodded his head as a matter of course, but his eyes were still focused on the little woman wearing a mask covering her face on the screen. The leisurely one in the courtyard seemed to be visiting his own home, and the corner of his mouth raised his attention slightly: "However, all principles are just floating clouds in front of a beauty."

"Oh, really?" I don't know why, but when he heard James praise the little wild cat he found, Song Qi's eyes shot out a gloomy dark color, and his lips pierced with an unbearable coldness: "James, I have to remind you that the reason I asked you to come here is for you to tell me the identity of this woman, not for you to praise this woman."

"Alright alright."

Even with his back to Song Qi, he could still feel that Song Qi's gaze was cutting his back like a sharp knife, James quickly raised his hand and turned his head to beg for mercy.

Then, watching Song Qi's handsome face so gloomy that he could drip water, he regained his seriousness, cleared his throat and said, "If my guess is correct, this little woman should be a well-known thief in Paris, who specializes in stealing some strange things. The task that can be completed, of course, is expensive in Paris. But according to the news from the black market, she usually works with two people. I don’t know why she came to steal your things by herself today. I was hit by you."

There was a sneer on James's face, but under Song Qi's indifferent expression, he immediately recovered his face: "Ahem, of course, no one in Paris can know the real face of this little woman, and there are also people who have been stolen. Some people want to find this little woman to settle accounts, but this little woman is like a loach-like skater, and people can't find the slightest trace at all."

After hearing James' answer, Song Qi's gaze was once again fixed on the nimble little woman on the screen. There was a complicated arc at the corner of her mouth, so that James couldn't tell what the arc was for a while. What's the meaning.

Song Qi, who was stared at by James all the time, glanced at him faintly, and a neutral gaze immediately made James raise his hand and surrender: "Okay, okay, I just don't want to keep looking at you. "

But James' retreat did not get the slightest satisfaction from Song Qi, his voice was neither salty nor calm, and there was no major emotional ups and downs: "James, you can go."