Four hours after he was assassinated at 5 a.m., Zhang Jing called Zhou Manmiao.
At nine o'clock in the evening in Zhencheng, Zhou Manmiao was looking at the company's financial situation.
It has been almost a year since her boyfriend supported her to start a business in the shoe and clothing industry, and the results are better than expected.
The principal of 30 million D coins was lost by more than 27 million, and there was still a balance of more than 2 million.
What was distressing was that she had to go to the palace to borrow money again, and she didn't know how to ask.
After thinking about it, it is better to have a boyfriend, to be coquettish and charming.
As soon as I picked up the phone, my boyfriend called me.
"Husband," Zhou Manmiao greeted sweetly on the phone, "Good morning."
Zhou Manmiao's voice was originally crisp, but also deliberately soft, which made Zhang Jing feel ten pounds lighter. "My dear, how is your clothing brand business?"
"Uh..." Zhou Manmiao, with long wavy hair, was dumbfounded and said bravely, "Not bad, I still have 2.32 million in entrepreneurial capital."
"Mi Yuan?" Zhang Jing asked casually.
"....It's D-coin."
Zhang Jing: "...."
In this case, you can cheat if you want to lose, otherwise you really can’t resist the loss.
Fortunately, Zhang Jing never thought that the three combinations could make money from the beginning, so he was not disappointed when he heard the news.
"Barbie and a team of fashion designers, a total of five people, will arrive at Zhencheng International Airport tomorrow. You will send someone to pick them up and arrange accommodation and studio for them."
Zhou Manmiao didn't expect that her boyfriend would arrange backup for her, so she agreed repeatedly.
It was a little surprise to discover that Barbie had a talent for designing clothes.
Working with Xiao Xiaotian is also a little surprise.
The most important thing at the moment is to take full revenge on the Marquis Dilian family and cripple and kill them in one go.
Prevent the weeds from being cut without removing the roots, causing them to grow again when the wind blows.
In addition, there is one more important thing. Thinking of this, Zhang Jing called Mike.
An hour later, we took the only squirrel helicopter from the farm and left for downtown Los Angeles.
Higgins has been sending people to monitor Zhang Jing.
I never expected that the enemy, who had never traveled by helicopter, would travel by helicopter for the first time.
This was so bloody that the third wave of sharks who had been ambushing on the road near the farm had no choice but to retreat.
Zhang Jing guessed that someone was blocking him on the road, so he flew away unexpectedly.
You need to apply to the air traffic control office before flying, and it is easy to pass.
Landing in the backyard of No. 1550, Zhang Jing called Candela.
I didn’t know this before, but luckily after asking around, many people who follow the farm account support Candela.
Support letting her take a lick.
Candela was playing iron at her home at No. 638, Via Siena, Bellaire.
All kinds of things require a good body, so exercise is one of her daily routines.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing would call. He wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes and answered the call quickly.
"Zhang Jing, good morning."
"Good morning, do you have time?" Zhang Jing formally invited Candela, "I'll treat you to lunch."
"Okay, where is it?"
"11.30 noon, West Beverly, Hilton Hotel first floor restaurant."
"No problem," Candela said excitedly, "I'll be there on time."
"There are always people who want to harm me, please be safe."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Candela rushed to the master bedroom bathroom on the second floor. She took a shower and washed her hair first, and then started choosing clothes.
In West Beverly, only formal attire can be worn in the restaurant on the first floor of the Hilton Hotel, and men need suits.
Women are required to wear gowns.
It was obvious that Zhang Jing was dating her, and all the cells in Candela's body were dancing when she was choosing clothes.
Licking dog, licking dog, licking to the end - all of it!
Soon, Candela chose a simple, down-to-earth design with bold colors.
light red dress.
Red looks festive and grand.
Pair it with dark red high heels and a maroon handbag.
Appreciate yourself repeatedly in front of the mirror, it’s perfect!
The last thing is to put a Viper pistol in your bag to protect yourself when necessary, to be courageous when not necessary, and to take care of yourself when bored.
With half an hour left before the date, Candela personally drove the black bulletproof Tiger car sent by Barbie and left the residence.
Drive slowly for twenty minutes.
Just like a plot in a movie, Candela, who was wearing a light red dress, handed the car keys and tip to the doorman.
Zhang Jing, whom she had longed for, was already waiting at the door.
Taking three or four steps forward, he hugged Zhang Jing gently and looked at Zhang Jing from close range. Candela took a hot breath and said, "Your suit is very handsome."
"Thank you for the compliment," Zhang Jing answered with a smile, "Ding Jiaqi found someone to make it."
"Miss Ding has really good taste," Candela knew the rules and hinted that she would not cause trouble. "I have a lot of respect for her."
Zhang Jing took the initiative to raise his arm, "I didn't position myself in advance, I hope it won't be in vain."
"It's okay," Candela held Zhang Jing's arm as he spoke, "They will definitely have a table."
Enter the restaurant.
As a result, Zhang Jingyan was attracted by the fact that the dining prices here are not cheap, but because Beverly is the most expensive place on earth, there is no shortage of rich people.
There’s really no place for a table!
Fortunately, Candela belongs to the old Angel Restaurant, so the restaurant not only temporarily added a table, but also gave priority to serving food.
"Shred."
The protagonist of Tomb Raider looked like a five-figure figure, with a brown ponytail tied behind his back. Kandra, who was equally strong, raised the goblet in his hand and looked at Zhang Jing longingly.
Zhang Jing raised his wine glass and clinked it with Candela and asked, "Do you have a gun?"
Candela was stunned for a moment, then nodded and glanced at the handbag.
"Someone wants to send me to see God for free," Zhang Jing complained softly, "so I pulled you out to block the gun. Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid," Candela shook his head with a firm expression, "You have saved me from desperate situations many times regardless of safety. I can also fight against Satan for you."
Zhang Jing was moved and gently clinked Candela's wine glass together.
Taking a sip of red wine from the glass, Candela asked to the point, "Are they from the Marquis Dilian family?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"It should be because of your skin color," Candela analyzed. "They misjudged you and thought you were easy to bully."
Zhang Jinghehe.
The stereotypes of middle-aged and elderly people and Westerners about District D are that they have pigtails from the Qing Dynasty, a pockmarked face, rat eyes, and that they are easy to bully.
This time, the Marquis Dilian family will not be crippled or seriously crippled. From now on, Zhang Jing will be renamed Zhang Xiaojing.
While eating, chatting.
In the middle of the meal, Higgins, who was in his early sixties, bald and resembled the White Walker General, appeared.
It gives people a very fierce and evil feeling.
"Can I sit down here?" Higgins, dressed in formal attire, asked politely.
Zhang Jing agreed.
The waiter adds a chair for Higgins.
"Mr. Zhang," Higgins said calmly after sitting down, "We did underestimate you at first, but now that all the Dilian family members have returned to their ancestral home, it will be difficult for you to hurt them at all."
Zhang Jing nodded in approval, looked at the female companion in a red dress and said, "I am protected by Miss Candela, and you can't do anything to me."
Higgins looked at Candela with his blue eyes.
Candela dropped her handbag on the dining table with a bang.
The ruthless man didn't say a word, and his meaning was already very clear.
"Three o'clock in a row."
