The World of Mercenaries: The National Boss Is a Girl: Chapter 104 don\'t give up, okay?

Chu Yao looked happy and ran to the sports car.

Seeing the big beauty appear, Qi Jun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his eyebrows teasingly, "Wow, the big beauty of the Chu family sits in my car. It's really my luck for three lifetimes, and I will be a good protector tonight. messenger."

Jiang Buyou suddenly looked back at him, and there seemed to be a bit of complicated resentment in his eyes.

"Hey, I said Qi Jun, did you eat some honey again? Don't be poor, drive, I'm going to have a good time tonight." Chu Yaoxin opened the door and got into the car without stopping.

"Follow your orders!" Qi Jun smiled, made a start gesture, stepped on the accelerator, and the top-quality sports car rushed out.

Jun Lingao sat in the back car with a sad expression on his face.

Qi Jun glanced at the rear-view mirror, and continued to stare ahead carefully: "Hey, I said, Crown Prince, this is going to go out to play, why are you still crying like someone else owes you eight million, what is there to say? Well, let's see if brother can help you?"

When Qi Jun said this, Jiang Buyou, who had been staring closely at Qi Jun, also shifted his attention. When he looked back, he found the sad face of the prince of the Jun family, as if there was something to worry about.

"Drive." Jun Lingao slowly raised his eyelids and said angrily.

"Okay." Seeing Jun Lingao didn't want to say anything, Qi Jun didn't ask anymore, he smiled and hummed a song by himself.

Chu Yao, who had just unscrewed the bottle cap, spit out with a "poof", "Qi Jun, you should learn to do business well, the singer is a long way to go."

"What's the matter?" Qi Jun didn't care: "I think it's a good song."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Lingao, who had been expressionless all the time, was considered to have broken his skills. "Puchi", he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Displeased with their reactions, Qi Jun snorted, "You won't appreciate it when you see it, it's better Jiang Buyou."

Qi Jun tilted his head and glanced at it, Jiang Buyou, who had never laughed out loud, was about to be suffocated from internal injuries at this moment.

Three black lines suddenly appeared on Qi Jun's forehead: "Forget it, you are ordinary people."

He snorted angrily and stopped.

The white super sports car is almost speeding at the speed of light.

These pictures gradually overlapped with the past. Jun Lingao blinked and looked at the man on the sports car, gradually changing.

He frowned slightly, and whispered suspiciously, "Shen...Shen Dongyang?"

"Pfft—" Jiang Buyou, who had been looking at the night scene outside the window, almost choked to death on his own saliva, shook his head helplessly, and went out for 5,000 yuan.

Qi Jun hooked his lips into a smile, and blew his eyes naughty at Jiang Buyou, as if he was showing off his victory bet.

Jiang Buyou just felt that it was inexplicable, there was no one to stimulate Ling Ao, why did he suddenly pop out the man's name from his mouth?

What a misstep!

He looked back at Qi Jun, Qi Jun had turned his eyes straight again, but there was a touch of victory in his mouth.

Seeing his bright and cheerful appearance, Jiang Buyou unconsciously softened his eyes, the soft light in his eyes was like a pool of spring water.

Jiang Buyou couldn't help but smile.

Not a misstep, not a misstep.

At the same time, Chu Yaoxin, who had been fiddling with her nails, suddenly turned her head to look at Jun Lingao, who was a little dazed, "Brother Lingao? Who are you calling?"

Chu Yao's heart is vigilant, and there is a sense of crisis on her face, Shen Dongyang?

It was a name she had never heard before.

Startled by Chu Yao's heart, Jun Lingao immediately returned to his senses. The man who was racing in front of him was the same thousand-year-old fox who drank his water and stole his car more than two months ago. ?

Jun Ling Ao hammered his head, and Yinghe shook his head at Chu Yaoxin's words: "It's nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed very tired. Ever since he met the old fox, he has become more and more strange. He always feels that he has become a stranger. This is still the heartless gentleman who just plays cool and splendid. Ling Ao?

Chu Yaoxin retracted her gaze, lowered her head, and her complexion changed a bit.

Shen... Shen Dongyang!

This is her brother Ling Ao, and no one wants to take it away!

In the feasting nightclub, the DJ is playing the most explosive dance music.

Looking around, there is beauty, women wearing miniskirts and extremely gorgeous heavy makeup, roaming through the crowd here, vying to sway the most enchanting figure.

Jun Lingao was not in the mood to dance on the dance floor, ordered a dozen red wine, and planned to return without getting drunk.

Over the past few days, his nerves have been tense and almost broken, and inexplicably, he will think of a certain person, and inexplicably will have a strange feeling.

Very annoying!

It was a feeling he hated.

Since he was a child, he has never felt at a loss or even nervous to escape.

"Enough, brother Ling Ao, you have drunk a lot." At the fifteenth cup, Chu Yaoxin grabbed his hand and snatched his glass.

Jun Lingao just smirked, like a naughty child, stretched out his other hand to fetch the cup.

Chu Yaoxin put her hands together and pushed Jun Lingao aside: "Enough is enough, I really can't drink any more. It was a mistake to let you out today."

Chu Yaoxin wiped the sweat on her forehead and continued panting, "Brother Ling Ao, are you unhappy? Tell me, and I will help you."

Jun Lingao smiled stupidly, completely losing his sense. The man in suit in the middle of the dance floor was dancing to his heart's content. Jun Lingao squinted his eyes, and suddenly his eyes lit up, like a pig rushing out of the fence, no one could stop him.

Chu Yao was afraid that he would hurt her like a drunk, so she hurried to hold him, but how could her small body stop Jun Lingao's 1.88-meter man, so she was pushed aside gorgeously, In no time, he disappeared into the crowd.

Jun Lingao didn't care, he was drunk, and he didn't know how many people he pushed and shoved.

He slammed into the back of the man in formal suit on the dance floor from behind, crying with grievance and sadness, "Dongyang! I really didn't call the grade director!"

"It's really a coincidence. Woohoo~ you...you believe me...that thing wasn't me, I really didn't," Jun Lingao's hand was very strong, and he even rubbed the shoulder of the man in the suit a little, complaining of grievance: " Don't go, don't go, okay?"

"Uuuuu~ It was all my fault before, I shouldn't be so petty and go against you everywhere, I shouldn't, I shouldn't hurt your hand, I shouldn't push you against you everywhere, and I shouldn't frame you."

"I shouldn't have put that comic book on your desk. Can you come back? I'll tell the principal, will you come to school tomorrow?"

"I... I really have never seen such heartless and cold eyes from you, please don't give up on me, okay?"