"Mr. Wu, drug dealer, from Myanmar..." when he went downstairs, Zhao Sankin repeated these words, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind.

Liu Yingying noticed Zhao Sanjin's abnormality, stared at him and said angrily, "what are you muttering? It's mysterious. What's the problem with Mr. Wu?"

"No, No." Zhao Sankin was stunned for a moment and quickly shook his head and said, "I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?" Liu Yingying wondered.

Zhao Sanjin said with a wry smile: "Mr. Liu, according to your understanding of Meng Yifan, will he deliberately find a childcare from Myanmar to soak you up? He said it was cooperation. In fact, it was to pretend to be a couple with you, and then take advantage of you, or even pretend to be real and take you..."

"He won't!"

To Zhao Sanjin's surprise, Liu Yingying suddenly interrupted him before he finished his words. He blurted out in a very firm tone. At this point, he seemed to have great trust in Meng Yifan.

"Why?" Zhao Sankin looked surprised.

"No reason, I said no, then definitely not!" Liu Yingying didn't mean to explain at all.

“……”

Zhao Sanjin was speechless. He was indeed a domineering president with a big sister.

Actually.

Zhao Sanjin didn't think that Liu Yingying would hear his muttering just now. In a hurry, he just made up a reason to prevaricate. What he was really worried about was not Meng Yifan, but Mr. Wu.

Unfortunately, when he was on duty in the army, Zhao Sanjin had been to Myanmar more than once and had participated in some operations there. In the process of the operation, he had dealt with Mr. Wu, a big drug dealer, so he thought that the partner Meng Yifan tried hard to find for Liu Yingying was not the Mr. Wu he knew?

Before seeing Mr. Wu with his own eyes, doubt can only be doubt. Naturally, Zhao Sanjin will not easily tell Liu Yingying his doubts.

however.

Making up a reason at random provoked Liu Yingying's strange reaction, which made Zhao Sanjin feel that he was wrong and had an unexpected harvest. He glanced at Liu Yingying quietly and said: "It's just a joke. The reaction is so great. Shouldn't Meng Yifan have done such a thing before, or have such a chance but didn't do it, so Liu Yingying has such trust in his character?"

Besides this, Zhao Sanjin can't think of any other reason.

"Don't think too much. Nothing has happened between me and Meng Yifan. I don't like him, but it doesn't mean that he is a bad man. In his capacity, he won't use those abusive means." Liu Yingying seems to see through Zhao Sanjin's careful thinking at a glance, hesitates a little, and explains.

Zhao Sankin grinned, shook his head and said, "there's nothing between Liu and Meng Yifan. In fact, you don't have to explain to me. Anyway, I'm a fake, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others."

"You!"

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless president Liu really likes me, you want to take the opportunity of pretending to be a couple and intervene in the relationship between me and Qingqing. You're afraid I'll eat Meng Yifan's vinegar, so..."

"Get out!"

With a roar, Liu Yingying blushed, raised his hand and hit Zhao Sanjin's complacent face

……

As soon as Zhao Sanjin and Liu Yingying walked out of the company building, a black Maybach drove slowly towards this side. After stopping in front of Liu Yingying, the window opened, revealing Meng Yifan's handsome face after his face returned to normal.

First, he gave Zhao Sanjin a cold stare. Then, Meng Yifan smiled at Liu YingYing and said, "Yingying, Mr. Wu is coming soon. What did you think of my proposal just now?"

"I've decided." Liu Yingying nodded.

"Oh?" Meng Yifan looked forward and stretched out his hand. "For the interests of the company and your personal future, if you are willing to play this play well with me, get in my car from now on."

Liu Yingying hesitated a little, but shook his head and said firmly, "my decision is that I hope to win this cooperation opportunity through my own efforts, not by relationship and deception."

With that, Liu Yingying suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Sanjin's arm, put on a very intimate look, and took Zhao Sanjin to the white BMW X5 opposite.

Happiness came so suddenly that Zhao Sanjin was overjoyed.

"Call the God of death immediately and let him come in person." Meng Yifan snorted and said to the poisonous scorpion and snake sitting in the back row.

The two men looked at each other, and both of them were surprised. They hesitated and said, "young master Meng, this..."

"Let you fight, don't talk nonsense!" Meng Yifan scolded.

The scorpion hardened his head and said, "however, as the God of death now, if he commits a crime in Jianghai City, he will certainly be watched by the police. I'm afraid at that time..."

"Do you fucking fight or not?" Meng Yifan said impatiently. His tone was determined. There was no room for discussion at all.

"Well... Well, I'll call."

The scorpion couldn't resist him, so he had to take out his mobile phone and dial a number.

When Zhao Sanjin and Liu Yingying drove to Nantian airport, just at 9:50, Liu YingYing and Meng Yifan went to the exit to meet Mr. Wu. Zhao Sanjin, scorpion and snake were waiting outside the airport.

Mr. Wu from Myanmar is still in the drug business? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Mr. Wu and the Mr. Wu he knew should be the same person.

Mr. Wu, whom Zhao Sanjin knew, was called Wu Qingsong.

In addition to the same surname and occupation, the first thing that aroused Zhao Sanjin's suspicion was the black jade pendant that Meng Yifan asked Liu Yingying to transfer to Liu Jiaojiao.

As like as two peas in the past, Wu Qingsong had seen the black jade, which was black and shining, and had exactly the same pattern on both sides. The tattoo was a statue of Avalokiteshvara. Zhao Sanjin had seen the same thing.

Zhao Sanjin is confident that he will not lose sight. The black jade pendant brought by Meng Yifan must be the same as what he saw in Wu Qingsong before.

"Mr. Wu, this way, please!"

While Zhao Sanjin was thinking, Meng Yifan's laughter suddenly came.

Zhao Sankin's ear moved and immediately followed the prestige.

"Shit!" just one look, Zhao Sankin was stunned. He couldn't help but burst out a rude remark and scolded: "it's really him!"

Wu Qingsong!

Meng Yifan and Liu Yingying were standing on both sides of Wu Qingsong, smiling and talking about business etiquette.

Myanmar and China are close neighbors, so Burmese and Chinese actually look the same. Wearing a suit and tie, we can't tell who is Burmese and who is Chinese.

Wu Qingsong is a little fat. He has an oval face and bald hair on his forehead. He laughs like before. Although he is rich, he is very low-key and approachable.

At about two meters behind Wu Qingsong, there was a man in a suit and sunglasses. The man, like Zhao Sanjin, was nearly one meter eight tall, strong and steady. At first glance, he was a practicing family and a real expert. His strength was definitely not under scorpions and poisonous snakes.

That's the bodyguard Wu Qingsong brought!

Zhao Sanjin wanted to get off to say hello to Wu Qingsong and talk about his old relationship, but on second thought, Wu Qingsong knew his details. If he rushed over like this, he would expose his identity. So he turned his lips and gave up that idea.

According to Meng Yifan's prior arrangement, he, Wu Qingsong and Liu Yingying sat in the Maybach, while the scorpion, snake and the bodyguard brought by Wu Qingsong took the BMW X5 driven by Zhao Sanjing.

The scorpion and snake sat in the back row, and the bodyguard sat in the co pilot's seat. After he got on the bus, he instinctively glanced at Zhao Sanjin sitting in the driver's seat. Somehow, his eyes flashed sharply, and his eyebrows suddenly showed an irrecoverable shock.

Zhao Sankin smiled faintly, turned his head and looked at the bodyguard, winked at him, and then said, "don't be nervous. I have a driver's license and am a professional driver."

Hearing this, the bodyguard intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the poisonous scorpions and snakes sitting in the back row. He immediately understood it. His tightly screwed eyebrows slowly unfolded, stared at Zhao Sanjing, and suddenly asked, "how many wives do you have?"

Zhao Sanjin pretended to think for a moment and said with a smile, "six. Change one every day from Monday to Saturday."

"What about Sunday?"

"I'm very busy. I'm going to find someone else's wife on Sunday because I'm a doctor and they need me."

“……”