Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

Zheng Qiwei nodded meaningfully, as if he had met Huangqi Shen fortunately.

"Please Mr. Huang please invite my young mistress. It's getting late, we should go back. Otherwise, I'm afraid my young master will be worried."

Not planning to break up with Huangqi Shenduo, Zheng Qiwei urged again.

Huang Qishen didn't like to offend Shan's people, so he immediately asked his sissy to go to the second floor to invite someone.

When Jiang Zitong came downstairs, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, her hands were naturally in her trouser pockets, and she had a proud temperament, both beautiful and sassy.

Jiang Yurou followed behind Jiang Zitong, not to mention a bit weaker, and there was still a bit of a shadow, which is what the legend says: Dongshi imitates.

Zheng Qiwei folded his hands in front of him, and the moment he saw Jiang Zitong, he nodded respectfully and said, "Young Mistress, Master asked me to take you home."

"Well, let's go then."

Jiang Zitong nodded, and when he walked to Zheng Qiwei's side, he responded.

However, she did not forget to say hello to Huang Qishen: "Brother Xiaoshen, then I'll go first. My husband and I will treat you to dinner another day, and catch up on the past."

Huang Qishen swallowed her saliva, and reluctantly replied sullenly: "Yes, it's also possible."

Although a little reluctant, Huang Qishen didn't deliberately stop Jiang Zitong from leaving.

Jiang Zitong smiled at Huang Qishen, then made a look at Zheng Qiwei, who immediately understood and asked Jiang Yurou: "Miss Jiang, do you want to go with me?"

of course not……

The most straightforward thought in Jiang Yurou's heart, but due to the current situation, it is not easy for her to let Jiang Zitong go and stay by herself.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yurou whispered, "Then I... I... let's go together."

Huang Qishen followed all the way, personally sent Jiang Zitong to the car, and watched the convoy disappear slowly.

That's right, the team.

Zheng Qiwei came to pick up Jiang Zitong. There were five cars in a team, which was very large.Not only that, each bodyguard was disguised as a single family's hidden guard, under the dignified suit jacket, was fully armed equipment.

After confirming that the Shan family's convoy had completely left the range of the hilltop villa, Huang Qishen took the other mobile phone that the sissy handed over, and dialed the only number stored on the mobile phone.

The phone rang several times before it was connected.A gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Say."

"I have been in contact with the two young ladies of the Jiang family, and I have basically confirmed the child who was wrongly carried by Miss Minmin in the hospital. After excluding that child, the remaining one should be the little princess of the royal family of country Y. If you want to confirm further Identity, maybe we need to get in touch more.”

"how long will it takes?"

"If all goes well, three days."

"Then wait for your good news."

Before Huang Qishen could continue, the phone was hung up, but he was used to the other party's temper, so he was used to it.

On the other side, Jiang Zitong, who was walking down the hill, patted the left side of the driver's seat, and asked Zheng Qiwei, "Assistant Zheng, have you contacted Jiang Yurou's manager and assistant before coming?"

Zheng Qiwei replied while driving: "I have been notified, and if there is no accident, I should have been waiting at the foot of the mountain."

"Yeah." Jiang Zitong leaned back in his chair, looked out the window, tapped the sofa pillow rhythmically with his fingers, "What do you think of Huang Qishen?"

"not simple."

"Well, yes. You see that too?"

"It is impossible for ordinary people to modify military helicopters for civilian use. Then, there are mercenaries inside and outside the villa. After all, they are all retired people from various cutting-edge special forces. The commission is not cheap. Especially in the army, the special forces basically They have the best food, and their physique is better than that of ordinary soldiers. If it is not a wealthy family, how could it be possible to support so many people?

As far as I saw just now, if you count less, there are twenty or thirty, and if you count more, there are at least forty or fifty.A retired special soldier, that is, a mercenary, can hang four or five, and the dozens of them can basically overwhelm the entire audience.Whoever it is, whoever is unlucky! "