Chapter 687: Hell Mode

The smell of gunpowder spread, and everyone around couldn't help but shivered.

They didn't know what was going on between the dignified Mr. Qi and the powerful Mr. Sikong, they just felt that these two had such a strong personality, and standing together was quite...beautiful.

After all, Liang Hua had been in the workplace for many years, so he thought it was weird, but he couldn't put it into words. Instead, he kept winking at Xiao Qimo, implying that he should stop hugging his girlfriend like this, the occasion is inappropriate.

But his eyes were about to twitch, and Xiao Qimo not only didn't let go, but even hugged him even tighter.

Seeing his phoenix eyes raised slightly, Sikong took the initiative to say hello: "This is...Mr. Qi, right?"

The information submitted by Xiao Qimo has been specially noted that he will use the surname Qi to show people outside. He expresses his understanding and respect.

Xiao Qimo's complexion was as usual, and when his keen sense of smell detected a certain smell from the man opposite him, his deep eyes darkened for a moment, and then quickly returned to indifference.

It was patchouli, which he had smelled on Lu Mian before.

And the owner of this smell is now clear to him.

Or the new celebrity next to the legendary president: Sikongjian.

Wucheng met once late at night, and Jinjing once met alone.

He remembered it clearly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sikong." Xiao Qimo said calmly.

Like the calm before the storm.

Lu Mian stared at her toes with her head as big as a bucket. This damn weird atmosphere felt more difficult than her playing games in hell mode!

Liang Hua hurried over and explained: "Mr. Sikong, Mr. Qi was specially invited by the Interpol to investigate the case."

He simply introduced it together: "This is Mr. Dyne, the captain of the Interpol."

"And this..." Liang Hua didn't want to introduce Lu Mian at first, after all, among so many bigwigs, she was really nothing, and she didn't deserve a name. But Mr. Qi's current posture forced him to explain patiently: "This Miss Lu Mian is Mr. Qi's girlfriend. You are still in love, young man."

"Girlfriend..." Sikong Jian read these three words meaningfully. After reading, his phoenix eyes stared at Lu Mian seriously, and he opened his lips.

There is a bit of tenderness in the deep voice, the voice is pleasant, but the words that are spoken, others are confused and do not understand.

Lu Mian could understand it, and Si Kongjian spoke D, a small language.

He is an interpreter, so he is naturally familiar with these.

He said, "Long time no see, Mianmian."

Xiao Qimo: ...Do you bully others who don't understand small languages?

Lu Mian slowly raised her head, met his burning eyes, and subconsciously responded in D language.

"Long time no see, Sikong."

Sikong laughed, with a bit of a contented youthful look, and the gloom in his eyes also faded a bit.

He took the initiative to extend his hand, wanting to shake hands with Lu Mian.

This was the first person who asked for a handshake after Si Kongjian came. Liang Hua, Xiao Qimo and Dyne just couldn't shake hands with him.

It's hard for others to understand. Why is Mr. Sikong so special to a girl?

And Lu Mian, looking at the hand that had been handed to her, paused for a moment, and found that the other party was still insisting, she had no choice but to reach out her hand and touch Sikong Jian.

When the fingertips touched, the man precisely grasped her hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

In Xiao Qimo's eyes, a gust of wind and rain suddenly rolled up, his eyes were fixed on their holding hands, and he counted down the time in his heart.

three. If you shake hands, shake hands. This is etiquette and I can bear it.

two. Holding it for two seconds is enough.

one. I can't stand it anymore.

Xiao Qimo stared at Si Kongjian without blinking, and found that he didn't have the slightest intention to take his hand away. The handsome face under the gold-rimmed glasses was sullen and cold. He raised his hand and grabbed Sikongjian's wrist.

Using the same fluent D dialect, he warned coldly: "Mr. Sikong, enough is enough. Are you already very upset for not seeing my girlfriend?"