Chapter 642 Brother Chen Is Interested in Her?

Chapter 642 Brother Chen is interested in her?

Yin Mo clenched his fists, hating He Chen's profligacy, and even more hated himself for being helpless now.

At this moment, He Chen lifted her jaw, and said in a cold tone, "Do you want to do it again with your eyes?"

Yin Mo choked for breath, gritted his teeth and growled, "Scum."

He Chen laughed contemptuously, "This mouth really owes a lesson. Women should know the times. Next time you see me, clean yourself up so as not to dirty my bed."

Yin Mo couldn't believe how he said such shameless words in such a grand manner.

If they meet again, she will definitely stab him twice.

In a blink of an eye, the car lock was unlocked, Yin Mo put away his passport, pushed open the door with difficulty, and left without looking back.

She was worried that He Chen would not let her go so easily, so she dragged her heavy steps as fast as she could and left this place of right and wrong.

Yin Mo also wanted to go back to his life, but the injury was too serious and he lost too much blood, and his body was weak after taking out the bullet, so he decided to hide in the red light district for a few days to recuperate before returning to China.

Xiao Yehui's hands and eyes are open to the sky, and countless eyeliners are placed around her.

Including the remaining mercenaries, half of them are still looking for her whereabouts in Ada City.

This time, it was her only chance to stand up.

...

In the side hall of the villa, He Chen was brought back to his senses by Li Qiao's voice.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, his eyes returned to his usual frivolity, "What did you just say?"

Li Qiao rubbed the corners of her forehead, looked at He Chen's obviously intriguing expression, and repeated, "Brother Chen is interested in her?"

Speaking of which, Yin Mo was unlucky enough.

First she was injured, and then suffered accidents one after another. Everything else is easy to talk about, but when she met He Chen, she had no chance of winning.

At this time, He Chen chewed on Li Qiao's words, put the cup on the table with his backhand, and said mockingly, "Interested? Brother and sister are thinking too much, just for fun."

What's more, she is still Xiao Yehui's person, so he has no psychological burden to play with.

In He Chen's eyes, there are two types of women.

One is our own people, and the other is playthings.

For example, Li Qiao, such as Zong Yue, are all his own people in his eyes.

For him, Yin Mo is at most a pastime.

He has long lost interest in women, and what he has is only primitive desire.

He Chen smiled and turned to go to the restaurant.

Li Qiao stood where she was, raised her glass and took a sip, her drooping eyes covered the deep meaning in her eyes.

...

At half past eight in the evening, Shen Xiangtang, Shang Yu and others walked out of the restaurant.

They seemed to have drunk a lot, and everyone smelled of alcohol.

Shen Xiangtang's cheeks were slightly drunk, and he glanced around, "Where's the brat?"

Bailu turned back and reported in a low voice, "Boss Shen and Miss Li are walking outside the courtyard."

Shen Xiangtang laughed, rubbed his palms on his knees, patted Shang Yu's shoulder, and said, "I'll send you the Jing family's information later, go back, I won't send it away."

Outside the bungalow, Li Qiao and Shen Qingye were talking about something, when they heard the door open suddenly, they both looked back.

Shang Yu and He Chen came one after the other, Li Qiao took the opportunity to look at Shen Qingye, "Send her there as soon as possible."

"Understood." Shen Qingye twitched the corner of his mouth, seeing Shang Yu getting closer, he asked inexplicably: "Have you been in contact with Brother Li recently?"

Li Qiao raised her foot for a moment, with a suspicious expression on her face, "Yun Li? No, what's wrong?"

He rushed back to Nia State before, saying that Yunling had received an order and he couldn't handle it, so he wanted to go back to deal with it.

Li Qiao didn't ask for specific details, and since they were both busy, they didn't have much contact.

At this time, Shen Qingye's eyes flickered, and his smile deepened, "It's okay, just ask casually, I just miss him a little bit."

Li Qiao stared at him, and before he could see anything, his shoulders sank slightly, and Shang Yu had already walked over and hugged her tightly, "What are you talking about?"

The man had a strong smell of alcohol, mixed with his hoarse and deep voice, it was a bit more intoxicating.

Li Qiao shook his head with a smile and said nothing.

Shen Qingye stood on the spot and called Lord Yan, his eyes followed their leaving figures with a look of loss.

It wasn't until someone slapped the back of his head that he frowned and turned around, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

Shen Xiangtang stood with his hands behind his back, watching the figures of Shang Yu and others disappearing into the garden bridge, and squinting at Shen Qingye, "Don't look, you can't afford that girl."

Knowing a son is like a father.

Shen Xiangtang couldn't see what Shen Qingye's nostalgic and lonely expression represented.

Shen Qingye curled his lips, and said in a sullen tone, "I don't know who is your son."

"Do you think that if you weren't my son, you would still be alive?" Shen Xiangtang hit him again angrily, "I tell you, it was Shaoyan who pleaded for you this time, so I let you out. In the future Be honest with me, and if you dare to do tricks behind my back, you can see if I can deal with you."

Shen Qingye rubbed the back of his head, very angry, "Then I will be shot in vain?"

Shen Xiangtang pursed his lips, and stared at him sharply, "It's your own carelessness that made people succeed in their tricks. You don't want to train yourself, but you still want to hit a stone with an egg?"

"It's not certain who is the egg and who is the rock." Shen Qingye couldn't help muttering amusedly.

Seeing this, Shen Xiangtang was helpless, and admonished him earnestly and earnestly, suppressing his emotions: "I won't let you make a move. I'm protecting you. Use your brain to think about it. If they are so easy to deal with, there is still room for you to make a move?"

Shen Qingye lowered his head, seeming to be taught, but in fact he didn't like oil and salt.

Anyway, he has done what should be done, whether he can succeed or not, wait and see.

...

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu are about to leave for Nanyang.

Qianmu Group held a press conference yesterday.

I apologized for the mistakes in the new product briefing, and announced the results of the investigation.

The field of artificial intelligence in Ida State was once again hotly discussed. Xiao's technology wanted to kill two birds with one stone, but it was backfired. After the press conference, it was also pushed to the forefront due to the core technology of the chip.

The Qianmu Group strikes while the iron is hot, expressing that it reserves the right to pursue Xiao's technology.

What was originally an eye-catching event eventually turned into a farce in the field of AI.

After the press conference, the journalists rushed to Xiao's Science and Technology Building to follow up and report, only to find that the building was empty.

At the same time, a civil airliner carrying passengers took off from Ida State International Airport, destined for the British Empire.

In the suite of the Royal Hotel, Li Qiao turned off the TV with the remote control.

Meng Jun also received a call from his subordinate at the same time, and quickly reported: "Godfather, we just confirmed that Yin Mo has already returned to Yingdi on the direct flight half an hour ago."

Shang Yu responded indifferently, playing with the broken hair next to Li Qiao's ear with one hand, and ordered in a low voice, "Get rid of those who follow her."

He Chen, who was smoking a cigarette, didn't bring it up in one breath, "Cough——"

The untimely cough caught the attention of Shang Yu and Li Qiao.

The two looked sideways at the same time and looked at He Chen in unison. Neither of them spoke, but it was worth a thousand words.