Chapter 47: mafia

The moment I smiled and said: "When are we the rulers of this planet? Are you still watching someone who is not happy? I will not be satisfied with the leader of a certain country. Can I bomb him with a gun? You Don't think so in the future, if you can't make it happen, just throw it out." When the voice fell, the family, Huang Ying, etc. laughed.
The glass suddenly raised his eyes and rubbed the ink. Qi Mo smiled and looked at the glass heart: "I really want to make me not happy. He is the boss of a certain country. I also bombed him."
The heart of the glass can't help but be speechless. I think that with the temper of Qi Mo, he may be really right. He really has a temper to blow others up. He swept the red eagle and Huang Ying and others, and understood the meaning of the red eagle. Qi Mo is the boss. He wants to know what to do. She is just the driver under the boss. The next person is temper and has no ability to blast people, so I am obedient.
The Italian Mafia, a gang with historical and well-known abilities, at this time, the heart of the glass followed Qi Mo’s body and entered the beautifully beautiful castle. Everything here shows its elegance and atmosphere, but the heart still feels The people who live here are more angry.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Qi." Just entering the castle, a man with yellow hair and blue eyes greeted him with a smile, and the contour of the knife cut axe, people have to praise the super handsome.
Qi Mo's eyebrows looked coldly at the people who greeted them with open arms. The faint road: "Yu Wen." Although the voice is light, it is full of warnings.
The welcoming Yan Wen suddenly stood in front of Qi Mo, smiled and shrugged his shoulders, toward Qi Modao: "Qi is so inhuman, friends are not enthusiastic."
Followed by the ink heart of Qi Mo, suddenly picked up an eyebrow, Qi Mo has friends? This is really normal but too abnormal, and I can't help but look at this person who is awkward.
Qi Wen had already seen Qi Mo’s side with a woman. At this time, she also looked at the glass heart and looked at it. She swept the cold face of Qi Mo, and smiled at the glass heart: "Is this beautiful girl?" "Because the arm is ready to give a courtesy hug to the heart."
The heart of the glass saw this enthusiasm and the enthusiasm, the person was very good, and he reached out and greeted him. Qimo saw a cold eyebrow at once, grabbed the glass heart and took it with him, and ignored the essay to go directly inside the castle. Go, the glass is used to the action of Qi Mo, and there is nothing to reflect the pace of Qi Mo.
This time, I was shocked by the swearing. I looked at the hand of Zimo, who was walking straight away, and licking the waist of the glass heart, and the singer’s reaction was not enough to knock the red eagle behind. Qi Mo picked up his chin and whispered: "Is it a blind eye?"
The red eagle saw that Wen Wen was scared, and could not help but smile: "Wen Boda, your vision is very good." Side said and Huang Ying and so on.
Yan Wen stood at the gate of the castle and looked at the distant Qimo. He only came back to God for a long time. He looked up at the blue sky and shook his head and muttered to himself: "Even if the knife is in the world, there is no such thing as today." I am shocked, my God."
Sitting in the exquisite banquet hall of the mafia boss, the glass stared at the opposite side and looked at her essays at the same time. It was very shocking. The Italian mafia, which is famous all over the world, seems to be such a beautiful and enthusiastic person. The man of Playboy is the boss. This is a bit gentle. This is like a gangster who is a civilized gangster in the underworld. He has no persuasive power.
"Yu Wen, I don't mind digging out your eyes." Qi Mo sees the eyes of Yan Wen from the beginning and is determined to look at the heart of the glass, not to sink his face to the cold road.
When Wen Wen suddenly smiled and took back the gaze of the glass heart, the body leaned back on the sofa behind him, and picked up the eyebrows toward the glass heart: "Qi, your little guy can also look at me."
Qi Mo squatted at the waist of the glass heart, and the glass suddenly looked back at Qi Mo, and there was no other expression on the ink surface. He looked at the faint words: "She is questioning your looks and identity." The heart of the glass constantly looks at the meaning of the eyes of the essay. If he does not look, it does not mean that he does not know.
When Wen Wen suddenly looked cold, Qi Modao said: "Qi, you dare to say so directly."
Yan Wen’s looks are beautiful and feminine. It looks like a typical rich family. There is no gang of gangsters in one hand. He is a second ancestor and everyone will believe that it is a world-famous Italian black hand. The boss of the party said that there are eleven people who don’t believe it, and it’s too convincing. But in the minds of Qi Mo and others who know the details of the essay, the essay is not a gorgeous gentle ram, but the most Haze, the most cruel wolf.
So I heard that Qi Mo said that he was not angry. He only looked at the glass heart with a sly look. The glass heart saw this and raised his eyebrows. He said nothing, and he didn’t have any look. He turned directly to observe the decoration of the beautiful hall. While elegant and focused on the desserts and fruits that were brought up, starved to death, from Southeast Asia to Europe, the stomach has long been hungry, and the meal is bigger than the sky, who is the sheep or the wolf.
Yan Wen sees the glass psychology and ignores him. She eats her things straight up, and her posture is normal and can't be normal. It seems that this dark and translucent place is the back garden of her house. It is not a slight turn of the eye, so courageous, this is still The first person who saw him dare to be so casual.
Qi Mo released the hand holding the waist of the glass heart, letting the glass heart start on the dessert and the fruit. These are good for the harmlessness of the body. It doesn't matter if you eat more. On the other hand, look cold and look at the text: "What is the matter?" Want me to come to you? Can't you deal with it?" As he said, he frowned. I can imagine how difficult it is to deal with things that I can't handle.
Yan Wen saw Qi Mo to bring the words to the topic, and did not avoid the glass heart beside him. He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. After correcting his face, he hit the sofa and said:
It’s not impossible to handle, but I’m not good at it. ""
Qi Mo heard the words and waited for the following essays, and Wen Wendeng immediately said: "Three days ago, the arms that we were going to send to the Middle East had problems. They were transferred and now the Middle East is rushing. Yes, and all the items that can be shipped in the warehouse are defective."
Qi Mo heard his face suddenly cold, and slowly leaned back on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs and buckled the wine glass in his hand, and asked one word: "Who is this?"
"Ms. Yu, Miss, my mother is an adult." Yan Wen's mouth outlines a smile, the cold tone does not have a little temperature, and the eyes are cold and cold: "Today our goods must be out of the warehouse." I flew to the Middle East, and I didn't have any clues about the goods. My mother was very beautiful." This book is started by this site, please don't reprint it!