Chapter 449 The Surname Is Yun, You Turtle Bastard!

Ning Xi was sitting in the middle of a pile of game consoles, magazines and snacks, and she felt like she was just a pet waiting for its owner...

After a while, Cheng Feng, Shi Xiao, Xiong Zhi and several others filed in.

The other subordinates who had never met Ning Xi looked surprised when they saw that Lu Tingxiao was sitting here with a pretty girl. Shi Xiao and Xiong Zhi were sitting on the sofa with magazines in their arms. Ning Xi, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly...

Ning Xi didn't have the time to eat, drink, and have fun. She secretly glanced at Lu Tingxiao, and while he was concentrating on work, she quickly sent a text message to some bastard—

[The surname is Yun, you turtle bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ]

To express anger, numerous exclamation marks followed.

Soon, the other side replied.

[Cloud radish: Say it again! ]

Depend on! Dare to threaten her? He has a point!

Ning Xi typed: [As you wish! Turtle bastard! ! ! ]

[Cloud carrot: Ning Xi! you wanna die! ]

Ning Xi looked at this line of words, and became angry: [What the hell, you are not allowed to tell anyone about the immoral things you did! If you can't beat someone outright, sneak attack in secret! This despicable and shameless behavior is an insult to a turtle to call you a turtle! ! ! ]

After about ten seconds, the opposite side replied to her: [Cloud radish: I sneak attack? ]

Ning Xi continued to edit the message quickly and sent it over: [It's not who you are! Don't tell me Philo and Alice aren't yours! ]

This time there was almost a second reply: [Cloud radish: Are you right? ]

Ning Xi snorted: [Bullshit! If it wasn't for my wit and bravery, my life would be lost! Of course, that's not the point, don't change the subject! ]

[Cloud radish: Dear, this is of course the point. ]

...

Meanwhile, in Las Vegas, a speakeasy.

Dazzling lights, deafening music, the men and women on the dance floor were revelling.

In the middle of the bar, under the huge spherical crystal lamp, in a spacious and luxurious booth, in the middle sat a blond Italian man. The man was handsome, but his eyes were a bit wicked.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a large group of hot beauties, wanton drinking and having fun, a scene of devastation like a wine pool and a forest of meat...

On the opposite side, just a few steps away from him, sat a black-haired man with an oriental face.

The man sits alone on the large sofa, wearing a pair of gentle gold glasses, bluetooth earphones on his ears, a laptop on the coffee table in front of him, exuding a do-it-yourself do not enter. breath.

No matter how carnival in the bar, no one dared to get close to him, which was a strange and stark contrast to the indulgent and drunkenness of the Italian man on the opposite side.

After a while, the black-haired man nodded respectfully in the direction of the computer, then got up, walked to the Italian man opposite, and asked in a calm tone, "Mr. Augustine, is Philo's action your order?"

The blond Italian raised his drunken face. "Hmmm... Philo... oh yes, it's my order! What's wrong my dear buddy?"

The black-haired man said blankly, "You moved someone who shouldn't."

"The person who shouldn't move?" The Italian man looked confused, and then suddenly remembered something, showing a sudden realization, "You mean that woman..."