How can the president be fierce

Chapter 954 Xia Huanxi Merchant Chapter 142 This is the first time Xihe has seen the methods Western merchants use to deal with people.

The man admired the romantic and romantic midsummer night scene in Hawaii, with a soft voice: "I don't want to waste time with you, just keep it simple, who ordered you to interfere with my sight? Tourists? Staff? If you know me, just say your name. If you don't know me, say your name." Describe his appearance, clothing, and voice characteristics."

There was blood oozing from the tip of the tongue, and the waiter was in pain and fear, crying and begging for mercy: "Please... woo... let me go..."

"Sorry, you answered wrong again."

After the words fell, the long legs lifted up, fell down, just stepped on his head impartially, and stepped all the way into the swimming pool.

The waiter's hands and legs were controlled, and only his whole head was struggling and shaking in the pool. Painful begging sounds came out of the water intermittently, alarming a group of birds perched on the trees outside the window.

This was the first time that Xihe saw with his own eyes the methods his brother Xishang used to deal with people.

He also finally understood why this man with a gentle and elegant appearance and the style of a nobleman made those old vixens in the shopping malls who were very fierce and resolute daunted.

He even had gentle brows and eyes throughout the whole process, with a gentle and refined appearance, as if he was doing something artistic.

It wasn't until the struggling waiter who was drowning in the swimming pool became smaller and smaller that he finally released the pressure on his head and turned back to the living room.

"Come here, over here."

In just a few minutes, the waiter who was still shouting vigorously before he entered the door was already half dead, and he had no strength to struggle after being thrown on the ground, coughing continuously.

The man sat down in the single sofa chair with a long body, and played with the sharp fruit knife on the table: "I will give you another chance to answer, if you make a wrong answer, you may need to answer my question in writing next time. "

After saying that, he casually threw the fruit knife away.

The blade slowly turned in mid-air, and with a ding--sound, it stably landed on the floor in front of the waiter, less than one centimeter away from the tip of his nose.

The waiter finally broke down, and before he could ask, he hurriedly replied: "It's an oriental woman... She said that as long as I delay you for a few minutes, she is willing to associate with me... I didn't know that such a thing would happen, I really do not know……"

Xishang lit a cigarette again: "Describe your appearance and physical signs."

The waiter coughed, tried to think about it, and then stammered: "You are very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with black hair, very long, reaching to the waist, big eyes, and two smiles. Small dimples……"

"..."

……

When Xishang returned, Xia Huan was already awake, sitting on the bed with messy long hair, frowning, and didn't speak when he saw him.

Obviously angry.

The man bent down, supported her side with one hand, and hooked her tight little chin with the other: "Are you angry? Whose girl is so beautiful when angry? Huh?"

Xia Huan shook off his hand vigorously: "Come on! Where did you go?"

"Where do you think I've been?"

"How do I know? I'm not you!...Don't touch me!"

The little woman who didn't sleep well was obviously angry. No matter how he looked at him, he was not pleasing to the eye. I guess even if he mentioned a flower at this moment, she would think that the flower was not good-looking.

He simply hugged her and lay down: "I'll explain to you tomorrow, sleep first, huh?"

"Go away! I'm not sleeping! I'm not sleepy! You explain clearly first!" Xia Huan struggled, but the waist was held down by the man with one hand, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

After arguing for a while, I ran out of energy, so I turned my back to him and fell asleep angrily.

(End of this chapter)