She secretly scolded: Song Qingge, wake up!

That man, give her too heavy oppression, in his side, she always feel too dangerous. Last night's matter, already money goods two clear, she also does not want to have any intersection with him again.

Then, if the end of the matter is over, we can draw a clear line with him.

"Annie, I hit the rear end of the car today," song Qingge handed Gu Fengcheng's phone number to her, "you contact this gentleman to talk about the compensation."

"Good." Said Annie.

Song Qingge just left, and then turned back, "you consult the 4S shop maintenance fees, as long as he opened the price is not too outrageous, all agreed to him." As long as I don't see him again.

"No problem." Annie reminded, "Mr. Song, I've made an appointment with you. I'll meet you at ten o'clock in Galaxy nine days tonight."

Song Qingge's steps stagnated, "I know."

"Shall I go with you?"

"Good." She said, in the heart, still a little uneasy, after all, Galaxy nine days, is the famous YANWO Grottoes in Z city.

Yinhe Jiutian is a famous place of sound and color in Z city. It looks ordinary, but inside it is decorated magnificently. The beautiful women and handsome men are also famous for selling gold.

Zuomo is the boss of Galaxy nine days, known as "Mo Shao..." Most people know that he is walking sideways in the underworld of Z city. Because of his perverse temperament, moodiness, and recklessness, the world avoids him and tries not to have any conflict with him.

Mo Shao has two common problems that men have. One is avarice, the other is lust. No woman he likes can escape from him. Of course, he is also confused in voice and color, wine and meat wear intestines, every day when the bridegroom, every night for the bride's day.

For Zuo Mo, song Qingge only knows so much.

She only met Zuo Mo once. At that time, after song Yaru had a stroke, she took over the song group. From the police level, the Africans disappeared, but she had a glimmer of hope. After Luo Shichen's connection, she found Zuo mo. At that time, Zuo Mo's eyes were still fresh in her memory. However, due to Luo Shichen's presence, nothing happened to him.

Qingge remembers that Luo Shichen once warned her that Zuo Mo is dangerous. Stay away from him.

At first, Luo Shichen was with her, but what about tonight? Only Annie went with her. She didn't know whether she could go back to the appointment tonight. But Zuo Mo said that there were some clues about the Africans. It was about the Song family. How could she come.

Don't worry about it. Let's break it.

When song Qingge and Annie arrived at Yinhe nine days ago, Zuo Mo happened to be in the lobby. He was wearing a self-cultivation fancy suit with red flowers on a green background, which was just like the big flowered jacket in the Northeast countryside. He was funny and funny. He still had a cigar in his mouth, which was full of ruffian. He squinted at Song Qingge and whistled frivolously. Behind him, seven or eight old people also whistled.

"Hello, Miss Song!" Zuo Mo is smiling. There is a long scar on his left face. Maybe the original stitching technique is not good. The scar is like an ugly centipede crawling on it. He doesn't smile, but it looks ferocious when he smiles.

"Hello, Mo Shao." Where song Qingge stood, he was polite, his lips slightly raised, and he was decent and generous. She is still a professional dress. In her opinion, this dress is conservative and mature, but she underestimates her appearance. She forgets that she was once called the most beautiful lady in Z city.

Zuomo is used to seeing all kinds of beauties. But when he saw song Qingge for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder. At the moment, she is professionally dressed. She is able and neat, which makes him more interested in her. Because of his ruffian nature, he stretched out his left arm to hold her in his arms. "Miss Song, this way, please."

Song Qingge does not show the trace to the side of a let, "no less, you first please." This is a compromise, but not deliberate.

Zuo Mo's arm failed. Around him, there were many women who were eager to please him. Song Qingge was the first one to refuse him in front of the public. If it had been normal, he would have been angry and slapped hard. But today, I don't know why, his temperament has been restrained.

Just sit steady, Zuo Mo poured two glasses of wine, handed over, "Miss Song, please."

"No less, we don't drink in Song Dynasty." Annie said timely.

Zuo Mo's eyes swept Annie's eyes, which made Annie's face slightly changed. Then he lifted his glass and said, "Miss Song?" Eyebrow a Yang, "I this person, a little strange, don't drink a little wine words, what words don't want to say."

Song Qingge Weidun, reached for the glass, "thank you."

Zuo Mo smile, holding a glass gently touch her, glass touch, issued a small voice clear, "please."

Song Qingge is holding a glass of wine and is hesitating whether to drink. Annie reaches out her hand to pull her, "president Song..."

"Do you understand the rules?" Zuo Mo's face is getting worse and worse. A trace of ruthlessness passes through his eyes, which frightens Annie and makes song Qingge even more frightened.

"No less, Annie is my assistant." Song Qingge said, "she's just worried about me.""What are you worried about?" Zuo Mo's temper is irritable. As soon as he raises his hand, the heavy crystal ashtray on the table flies to the wall and crumbles.

All the people around dare not speak out. To tell the truth, song Qingge has no bottom in her heart. She slowly leans to cover Annie behind her

"Worried about something in the wine?" Zuo Mo laughed angrily, and the scar on his face was even more ferocious. He grabbed the glass from her hand and drank it down.

"Get out of here!" Zuo Mo is not polite. He throws the glass at Annie. The glass falls to the ground from her. Annie is so scared that she looks pale.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, song Qingge whispered to Annie, "you go out first."

"President Song..." Annie is worried about her.

Song Qingge patted her on the shoulder, but still comforted her, "go out."

Annie went out, but Zuo Mo's face was dark. Song Qingge was a little afraid. She didn't forget her original intention and gave up. So she took a new wine glass, poured a glass of wine and raised her glass to him. She was calm and generous, neither humble nor arrogant. "No less, I came to you for the first time today. I don't understand your rules. I've just offended a lot. I'll finish this one first."

Song Qingge has a good amount of wine, and many of them have tasted it, but it's very strong and it's unusually hot. She held back her discomfort and lowered the empty glass.

Left Mo a change before the dark, slapped even said a few good words, "Miss Song forthright."

"No less, news about those Africans..."

Zuo Mo filled her with wine and raised his glass

Song Qingge takes a deep breath, holds up the cup and pours it down.

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