Pseudo-quick wear: Emperor Zun, don't be arrogant

Chapter 233 The Tough Guy Killer's Little Wife (36)

Sister Luo's good words were within Fu Li's expectation. After saying goodbye to Sister Luo, Fu Li took the script and was escorted back to the hotel by Jenny herself.

It was already the beginning of the lights, and Fu Li was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the suite, looking at the text message Feng Yu sent her early in the phone, feeling a little uneasy.

He said he had something to deal with and probably wouldn't be back tonight.

Fu Li intuitively thought it was something in his organization.

The time of sending it was probably when Fu Li was auditioning. At that time, she didn't bring her mobile phone with her, and she didn't look at her mobile phone since then. She didn't take out her mobile phone until she came back and didn't see Feng Yu.

"Xiao Qi, may I know the movements of other characters in this plane?" Fu Li asked after thinking about it.

"No, host, God's perspective is a function that the host cannot have." Xiao Qi quickly replied.

Fu Li let out an "oh" and didn't speak.

"Do you need me to order for you?" Jenny came over suddenly and asked.

Fu Li shook her head: "I have no appetite."

Jenny nodded, walked to the small sofa a few steps away from Fu Li and sat down, her whole body tensed up as if she had entered a state of alert.

Fu Li sighed inwardly, picked up the script and began to read it.
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Just after eight o'clock in the evening, Liu Ziming's car stopped in front of a villa.

The servant came over respectfully and opened the car door, bowing his head and saying hello: "Master."

Liu Ziming let out a "hmm", casually threw the car keys to the servant, and went to the passenger side to open the door by himself.

Feng Yu glanced at the villa in front of him, and then at Liu Ziming.

After working together for many years, Liu Ziming thought that he and Feng Yu had a tacit understanding. The glance just now was automatically translated into: Even though he has an extraordinary family background, he still wants to be a killer. There is a hole in his head.

Regardless of whether Feng Yu meant it that way, Liu Ziming thought so anyway.

He smiled and introduced to the servant: "This is my guest, prepare a guest room."

The servant replied yes, and immediately gave orders.

Liu Ziming brought Feng Yu into the villa, ignoring the luxurious and unusual interior of the villa all the way, the two went all the way to the study, Liu Ziming asked Feng Yu to sit on the main seat, while he himself took the lower seat.

"The privacy here is very good, and if there is anything that happens, it will never be disclosed." Liu Ziming sat down stretched, with a very proud tone.

Feng Yu glanced around the study with cold eyes: "Tell me about your plan."

Liu Ziming sat up slightly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Liu Ziming frowned slightly, and shouted impatiently: "What's the matter?"

The knock on the door paused, and then it rang three times slowly and apprehensively.

Liu Ziming frowned even tighter, "My old man is here, I'll go out for a while, you wait for me here for a while."

Feng Yu's always serious face outside had a rare flash of interest. Liu Ziming's villa is like a secret service agency. Although the sound insulation effect of his study is very good, there is no need to use a knock signal if there is any information to be conveyed. Bar?

If he heard correctly just now, it should be two short and one long?
In the magnificent hall of the villa.

Liu Ziming sat opposite a middle-aged man.

The facial features of the middle-aged man are five or six points similar to Liu Ziming's, but due to the passage of time, his face has shown signs of relaxation, and wrinkles have settled in the corners of his eyes and brows without politeness.

The originally strong body has also changed due to years of not exercising, and the fat beer belly is straight, like a pregnant woman who is four months pregnant.

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