The Queen of Gossip

Chris's eyes widened, and he looked at Luo Xichen in disbelief, "We've been guarding this group of ruins all night. At the most critical time, Andrew, did you skip work for a woman?"

Luo Xichen frowned, looked at Chris, then looked at Su Wanqing, he hesitated for a second, and then said, "You hold on, I'll take her back and talk about it."

Saying that, he took Su Wanqing's arm and walked forward without looking back.

Chris jumped with anger behind his back and said angrily, "Andrew, if you go with that woman, I'll tell Michelle!"

Luo Xichen shrugged and waved his hand. Without turning his head, he replied lightly, "You can tell her, you can do as you please."

Chris slammed his fist on the stone wall in anger, gasping for breath, then took out his phone and started deploying to his brothers in Italian.

Su Wanqing's heart was trembling, she looked carefully at Luo Xichen, who was a head taller than herself, and asked, "Or... you should go back, I can do it myself."

Just now, she seemed to have heard something about the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, about the Rush, Luo Xichen's mother was the eldest daughter of a famous Mafia family, and he lived here for four years, and he really had nothing to do with the power struggle between these Mafia.

The restraint on his hand was even heavier, and Su Wanqing felt a tingling pain, his palm was so strong that it almost hurt her.

"When did you become so long-winded?" Luo Xichen sneered coldly, "Be good and get in the car with me."

After saying that, he dragged Su Wanqing to the Bugatti Veyron parked on the side of the road.

The space inside the car is very large, and the whole body is mainly black, which is an authentic commercial RV.Su Wanqing remembered reading a report on TX.com that there were only two Bugatti Veyrons in China.

Unexpectedly, the Mafia family in Italy is so rich.

"Wan Qing, where do you live?" Luo Xichen asked from the front.

Su Wanqing replied, "Milan Townhouse Galleria Hotel."

"Dad treats you well, Milan Townhouse Galleria is the most famous hotel in Italy." Luo Xichen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, hooked her lips, her heart froze for no reason, and her hair fell on her forehead. A shadow was cast, "It is said that when Michael Jackson was on a world tour, when he arrived at the stop in Rome, he stayed in the presidential suite of the Milan Townhouse Galleria Hotel, which cost $12.4 a night."

When Su Wanqing heard this, she was so frightened that she immediately sat up and hurriedly explained, "We're not staying in the presidential suite."

Through the rearview mirror, Luo Xichen saw that she was a little helpless, like a flustered deer, and the pair of glazed black eyes like a fairy tale blinked, and the originally gloomy mood suddenly seemed to be turning the clouds into the sun, and it was instantly good. Woke up.

And Su Wanqing on this side doesn't think so, especially the sentence "Dad treats you well" really hit her sore spot.

"Have you been doing well in Italy these past few years?" Su Wanqing tried to change the subject, and unconsciously clenched the platinum blue diamond cross pendant in her hand, "Is there anyone chasing you?"

"Well, how should I put it, it's been a wonderful time." Luo Xichen even whistled cheerfully in a good mood, "As for the people who are chasing me, it is estimated that they will be able to line up from Rome to St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. ."