When Huayang Chushang's manager saw the situation, he pulled the princess back who was ready, asked the waiter to bring the drinks, and left quickly.

Ming Ye took the red wine from Chu Qiao, shook the cup slightly, the scarlet liquid sloshed, and took a sip, with an elegant yet arrogant posture.

Without looking at Yuan Shanlian, he spoke calmly:

"You are quite courageous. You came to my territory without bringing anyone with you. Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Toyama Lotus finally withdrew her eyes from the TV, turned her head slightly to look at Ming Ye, curled her lips and smiled, charmingly and enchantingly.[

"I heard that your old lady has lost her memory!"

He spoke the word 'old lady' very clearly and looked at the bright night with interest.

The corner of Mingye's mouth twitched, thinking of the woman at home who had a strange personality after losing her memory, and there seemed to be a sense of depression in her chest.

But he still looked cold on the surface, and his eyes didn't seem to waver at all.

"I heard that the plaything you raised abandoned you and ran away with someone else."

Sure enough, as soon as Ming Ye said these words, Yuan Shanlian's eyes suddenly darkened.

Like a cobra preparing to attack its prey in the desert, it hides endless murderous intent.

Chu Qiao secretly wiped the sweat on his forehead.

He sighed to himself, wondering whether these two people were here to talk about the 940 million munitions, or to expose each other's shortcomings at home.

Toyama Ren put down his wine glass, leaned back and completely sank into the sofa, and said lazily:

"Young Master Ye's hobbies are really something that people can't help but despise."

"Each other."

I took another sip tomorrow night. The 1982 Lafite tasted good and I seemed to feel a little better.

He glanced at Yuanshan Lian opposite him and said arrogantly.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. You don't want 940 million, just one billion. If I'm in a good mood, I might be able to sell you some news."

Yuan Shanren sneered, her red lips enchanting, "One piece of news is worth 60 million, tomorrow night, you can be a little more black-hearted."

Ming Ye, with a paralyzed face, shrugged indifferently.

"For others, this news is indeed a bit expensive, but for you, I really think it's too little."

"What's the meaning?"[
Chapter completed!