Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"If he asks you whether you know Sun or not, you say you know it. Anyway, Chinese is profound and profound. We are not lying to them. If they ask in the future, we just don't admit it."

"I understand." Lan Jinjun's face was still unhappy and didn't want to pay much attention to him: "We have to rely on her?"

The agent said without hesitation: "Of course. Otherwise, why do those people invite us? They just want to flatter the people behind you! What's wrong with us using them?"

He understood the temper of the artist he taught and said sarcastically: "You have gained a lot of benefits these days. You didn't refuse any of the antique calligraphy, paintings, jewelry and famous watches that those people gave you."

He means that no one is good, so don’t pretend to be chaste and virtuous.

Lan Jin's face instantly turned into a pig's liver color, replaced by a gloomy look that could drip out of water, and the humiliation in his heart thorns like thorns.

He said decisively: "I am different from you!"

"Okay, as long as you are happy." The agent was not angry, and he let it go easily: "But I want to remind you, forget it if you make a fuss with me, don't make trouble in front of others, and make them unhappy. I can't protect you."

"I don't want you to care." Lan Jin was as gloomy as ink, his teeth clenched and giggled, his hands turned white due to the force, and his eyes were full of sinisterness and unwillingness.

"I don't care about you." The agent sat back in his position and ignored him. He knew very well that Lan Jin was just a slight person. He really went to those big guys and was similar to his grandson and would not do anything offensive.

The two of them had nothing to say to the agreed place. After getting off the bus, Raphael Montoya led them through the screens of the city and to the deep private room.

The man who brought them down, said with great respect: "You two are here to rest, Mr. Raphael is on the way."

Lan Jin entered the box and pulled out his suit tie, and asked to the man who was about to leave at the door, "Give me a bottle of wine." "I want Romani Conte."

The man was surprised for a moment, looked up at them, then quickly lowered his head, holding the door frame with a good attitude: "Okay."

As the door of the box closed, the agent's tense expression suddenly fell back like a bow and skeleton. He walked around the private room, his face full of uncontrollable anger.

"What are you doing? The person hasn't come yet, what are you drinking!"

Lan Jin found a seat to sit down, with a natural expression: "They want to please me, what's wrong with me wanting a bottle of wine. Can they afford me jewelry, are they afraid that I will drink?"

The agent looked angry: "That's not what it means. You do this too disrespectful to others!"

Lan Jin didn't care: "They begged me, I am Party A, so it's enough for Party A to make a request. Who do I respect."

The agent was stunned by his sneering attitude and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the door of the private room was pushed open again.

A group of waiters escorted a bottle of wine and cheese and ham to enter the private room...

The agent sat down with anger and swallowed the warning words with a full stomach. I don't know if there is any monitoring equipment here, but he dares to look like some people, with a long face but no brain. These illegal district bosses have to say nothing of it. Once they know they are cheating, they don't know how to deal with them... I just want to take advantage, not seek death.

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Another private room, with a slender waist, frowning, and looking at the waiter very unhappy: "You said you're gone?" (End of this chapter)

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