Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

What the hell does Ling Kong want to do? Doesn't he have a manager?Since he was going to a banquet, he should have gone with his manager, but he actually invited her to be his girlfriend. A brat who doesn't even have long hair, what kind of girlfriend do you want? It's not like being cool.

"Hmph, no matter how weird the guest's request is, it's not our business to ask about it, not to mention the generous reward. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

Mu Baoer's eyes lit up when she heard that the reward was generous, well, an old lady is an old lady.

"By the way, dress better. Look at you, you dress like a tomboy all day long. No man will fall in love with you. There should be many young talents at such a banquet. After completing the task, you should also get to know him well. A man." Manager Li still cared about her.

Mu Baoer smiled indifferently: "What time is it? Manager, you still believe in the story of a sparrow turning into a phoenix? I dreamed." In the end, the voice was full of self-deprecating taste.

I drove the company car home and dug out a crumpled dress at the bottom of the box, and then went straight to Ling Kong's villa.

When I entered, I found that the little ghost was dressed very handsomely and coolly today, with a tight-fitting little suit, an exquisite bow tied on the collar of his shirt, the style of a gangster young master, and a strangely shaped light brown mirrored Glasses, and a simple and fashionable earring on the ear.

But Mu Baoer faintly felt something was wrong, at least the atmosphere was not right, and Ling Kong's expression didn't look like he was simply attending a banquet.

"Hey, why is this pen bigger than usual." Mu Baoer saw a pen on the table and just wanted to get it.

Ling Kong snatched it away, put it in his trouser pocket, and warned: "Don't move around."

"It's just a pen, do you need to be so nervous? Or is there something wrong with this pen?" Mu Baoer suddenly thought of something she had seen in spy movies before, and couldn't help trembling, and asked tentatively, "I heard that some foreign Agents, in order to evade security checks, will change pens into pen guns."

Ling Kong gave her a cold look: "You have some knowledge. But that's just one of the simple functions of this pen."

Mu Baoer was taken aback, didn't she say she was going to the banquet?

What on earth is this little devil trying to do with such a dangerous thing?

"Hey, hey, don't think about it, don't you want to kill at the banquet? No matter how good you are in that kind of place, you will be beaten into holes by the bodyguards." Thinking of his ruthless killing methods last time, her scalp tingled. .

But for such a large group banquet, the security work is very strict, this is no joke.

"Am I that stupid? Don't worry, I'm not interested in killing people tonight, I just need to do something very important."

The little devil didn't bother to pay attention to her unconstrained style, and opened the back cover of the phone, and there was a square space, and then saw him put a handful of five or six centimeters long, ice-like cross knives that gleamed coldly.

Seeing his professional technique, Mu Baoer suddenly felt like crying, even if she was killed, she would not believe that this little devil would do something good tonight.

"Since you are going to do bad things, why do you drag me? I am useless and know nothing."

These terrible things are too scary for a law-abiding and good citizen, her little heart can't stand it!

Ling Kong didn't raise his head: "You know my details, so that I don't need to use other people to kill people, and I still need your cooperation. You are still more clever."