Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 361 Who Is The Young Lady (3)

"If you want me to say, the person who designed the weapon should be arrested. If it weren't for the weapons he designed with super-fierce firepower, our alliance would not have suffered heavy casualties."

"That's right, as long as he is arrested, Ren Nan has nothing to fear."

"I agree. If that talented designer stays with Ren Nan, he will only do evil together with him. Keeping him will become a disaster sooner or later."

Discussions continued, and everyone was still brooding over the war with heavy casualties.

The scene that was finally under control fell into chaos again, with Mr. Su having one head and two big ones.

He looked at Long Beijue, touched his cold eyes as deep as a cold pool, and couldn't figure out his thoughts for a moment.

Mr. Han was tired of hearing it, so he reached out and knocked on the table.

"Knock Knock-"

The noisy voice gradually quieted down.

Mr. Han looked sideways at the people beside him, and said in a gentle and authentic tone, "Beijue, everyone's considerations are reasonable, and we still have to hurry up and find out the information about that design genius."

"If it can be used by the alliance, it would be great. If he has been helping Ren Nan to do evil for Africa, then he can't keep it."

Speaking of the latter, his tone became heavier, and the aura of the superior poured out inadvertently.

Long Beijue sat upright, still cherishing words like gold as always, "I'll take care of this matter."

Hearing this, the big rocks in everyone's hearts fell to the ground.

If he has listened to it, it's good that he pays attention to this matter.

Mr. Han nodded in satisfaction, "Then leave this matter to Beijue, there is nothing else, everyone can end the meeting."

The meeting started at nine o'clock, and it's almost eleven o'clock now, and his back hurts from sitting here.

"There are meals prepared in the side hall, let's have a light meal here."

When Mr. Han opened his mouth, everyone naturally wanted to save face, so they politely said hello.

Mr. Han stood up and greeted, "Then everyone, please move to the side hall."

He stepped forward, and the others followed him from their seats.

The sky was bright and clear, and the wind was bitingly cold.

But one morning, the fallen leaves in the garden spread all over the ground again.

"Bei Jue, what are you doing looking at your phone all the time, is there something urgent?" Mr. Su glanced at the man beside him who was addicted to his phone, and asked casually.

Long Beijue put away his phone, "No."

What's going on with his kid, he hasn't responded to his messages.

After thinking about it, he decided to leave first.

Just about to take a step forward, he caught a glimpse of a car not far away from the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up.

He went out late this morning, and his children were afraid of delaying his meeting, so they didn't let him see him off, and drove away by themselves.

This car was driven by her this morning.

He looked around eagerly, trying to find the figure of his child.

However, the result disappointed him.

Long Beijue frowned, and casually stopped a passing servant.

"Is the young lady here?"

The servant was taken aback suddenly, took a breath, and said respectfully, "Young Madam came just now and went towards the gazebo in front."

Gazebo?

The corners of Long Beijue's lips curled slightly, he didn't have time to say hello to Mr. Han, and left in a hurry.

The others looked confused, their dull brain circuits hadn't detoured yet.

Grandpa Su asked their hearts, "Old Han, who is the Young Madam?"

It's rare to see Bei Jue in such a hurry, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Old Man Han smiled knowingly, "Xiao Luo."

As soon as Xiao Luo appeared, Bei Jue couldn't catch anything.

Fortunately, the meeting ended, otherwise, with Beijue's temperament, he might have left the meeting halfway to find someone.

Little Luo?

Everyone's first reaction was, Qiao Luo.

But this has not yet married into the Long family, and the title is given first. It seems that this Qiao Luo really has two brushes.

(End of this chapter)