Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

The live demo version of Chapter 310 "Hidden Secrets"!
The three of them were not restrained at all while eating and drinking.

Etiquette moves are as elegant as a nobleman visiting a friend's house.

They don't look like guys who have just been baptized by killing!

Seeing the calm appearance of the three, Li Xiaolong was full of admiration in his heart.

He knew in his heart that he was far from them.

Taking a deep breath, he bent over and picked up his cup of black tea.

Xiaodi took a sip slowly.

Although the tea tasted a bit astringent to Wei Wei, far from the Coca-Cola he likes, Li Xiaolong swallowed the tea anyway.

Even if he swallowed his unsure fate, he would never turn back.

Looking at his frown from the side, Mo Chou lightly raised the corners of her lips.

This brat is really smart!

"Sorry! I kept you guys waiting for so long!"

On the stairs on the second floor, a baritone with a smile came out.

What he said was not English, but authentic Chinese.

The four people on the sofa put down their glasses at the same time, stood up from the sofa, and turned their gazes in the direction of the sound.

I saw a man in Chinese pajamas slowly walking down the steps.

At the age of 50, a very typical Chinese eye.

A well-regulated mustache, a moderate smile, and the posture and posture of a typical Confucian businessman.

Of course, these four people will not be fooled by his appearance.

This person is undoubtedly the live demonstration version of the Chinese four-character idiom "deeply hidden".

Needless to say, several people knew that this was Huang Boyang.

"Visiting late at night disturbed Mr. Huang's slumber, I really apologize!"

Murong Lin smiled and said politely in Chinese.

On his face was a lazy smile as usual.

Mo Chou and Leo also nodded to Huang Boyang who came down.

"Where, where!"

Huang Boyang walked down the last step with a smile.

"A top ten master billiard player in the world, the new leader of the Qinglong Gang in City A, plus this Mr. Thief who makes Interpol a headache!"

His eyes still passed over the three of them, and the smile on his face never diminished.

"It would be a great honor for Bo Yang if the three of you can visit the humble house. How can you call it the word "disturbance?" Most people can't ask for it!"

(End of this chapter)