Chapter 149: : Jiang Hao's men

In the painting room, Malina sat on a chair and looked at Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao looked up at Malina from time to time and smeared it on the canvas. He was creating a second work, a positive portrait of Malina.
Just then Mrs. Federer rang the door and said with a tense expression on his face: "Mr. Bernano, the sheriff in the town is looking for you, and he is just outside the door, not sure what is going on."
Jiang Hao immediately thought of the middle-aged man with a mustache.
At first, he moved his hands and feet in his car, and he was lucky. He didn't hit him, but broke one leg. Time passed so fast. Can he come out and run?
Jiang Hao came downstairs and came to the door. The sheriff stood on the cane with a cane and looked gloomy after seeing Jiang Hao. "Mr. Painter, I warned you, stay away from Malina, you did not listen to me advice."
"Now I give you one last chance to leave Syracuse within two days, otherwise I will let you taste the food in the detention center."
Jiang Hao looked at the lame sheriff, and said calmly, "on what count."
"Mafia, mafia remnants, do you think it's enough, I promise you will be happy in the detention center." The sheriff's face was scorned and teased.
Although the most severe time for cracking down on the Mafia has passed, as long as she is linked to the Mafia, the sheriff has the right to catch people first. As for trials, that is the future. With this method, the sheriff has not packed up people .
However, this guy really did not do justice to Jiang Hao, he met the Lord.
Jiang Hao nodded. "Good reason."
"For two days, get out of Syracuse, or you won't be able to end it." The sheriff finally warned, turned and walked with a cane.
Jiang Hao returned to the villa and saw some nervous Federer and Mrs. Federer, smiling, and said, "Nothing, Mrs. Federer, continue to prepare dinner, Federer, help me do one thing."
"Sir, please tell me," Federer said quickly.
"Go to the old Areciou tavern at the dock and call someone over, and say I let them come over." Jiang Hao said.
"Who is it?"
"Anyway, as long as you say my name, someone will come with you." Jiang Hao said at will.
"Good sir."
Federer picked up his clothes and walked out of the villa.
Jiang Hao returned to the second floor. At this moment, he had already let down his mood and was ready to continue his creation. But when he opened the door, he saw that Malina had stood up and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Mr. Bernano, I think I'm causing you trouble," Malina said in a low tone.
Looking at the woman's sadness, Jiang Hao stepped forward and said, "No, Malina, it's not your fault."
"But it's because of me. I heard it."
With that said, the tears in Malina's eyes couldn't help falling, and Jiang Hao unconsciously wanted to catch them, as if this could prevent a woman from crying.
His big hand touched Malina's face and wiped away her tears. Malina was slightly cyanotic and looked at Jiang Hao in shock.
"Malina, don't take responsibility on yourself, it's not your fault, it's because of the misery, possessiveness, and greed in their hearts that will make them do that kind of thing, not because you did something wrong . "
"Rest assured, I'm fine, everything will pass." Jiang Hao said.
"But the sheriff's warning, if you don't obey, he will really arrest you in prison, he has that right." Malina worried.
Bernano treats her well. She doesn't want Bernano to be treated unfairly because of her, so she will be very sad.
"Malina, this is a man's business. Let me handle it, shall we? Let's continue painting. I want to finish this painting before sunset." Jiang Hao said.
Malina made her chair again, but there were still tears in her eyes and tears on her eyelashes. When seeing this scene, Jiang Hao felt a slight tremor in his heart. He took up the paintbrush and painted Malina's In his eyes, there were tears.
Federer walked all the way to the dilapidated one at the dock. He stood at the door, listening to the noisy sounds inside, a little scared, but Mr. Bernano ordered him to complete, took a deep breath, and pushed open the tavern door.
There were a lot of people in the pub, and it was still very noisy. But Federer came in and immediately lost his voice. Everyone's eyes were all looking at him. His eyes were full of vigilance. Federer felt like he was being followed by a group of wolves. Will kill myself.
Federer swallowed a spit, but now he can only bite his head and try, he said with a trembling voice: "I'm Mr. Bernano's steward, and Mr. Bernano asked me to call someone."
The room became extremely quiet immediately, and people's breathing seemed to be holding.
A rough-looking guy stood up and asked in a rough voice, "You mean Mr. Bernano."
"Yes, Mr. Bernano," Federer hurriedly.
"What's the matter, please say it." Federer was very surprised and surprised that this rude fellow spoke your honorific words in a rough voice.
"Mr. Bernano said, call someone to him and there is something," Federer said.