The next day.
Warm sunlight shone through the gauze in the bedroom. Zhang Qingyun slowly opened his eyes. After adapting to the strong light, he saw a pair of bright eyes beside him, and his face was extremely moist and shiny. The beauty.
"When did you wake up?"
Zhang Qingyun played with her black hair with his fingers. Faced with Zhang Qingyun's intimate actions, and thinking of the extremely fierce battle last night, Chen Yafei blushed and said, "I just woke up not long ago."
"what time is it?"
"It's almost noon."
Zhang Qingyun looked at the mobile phone beside the bed. Damn it, it was already half past ten.
"Did you forget to go to the warehouse?" Chen Yafei couldn't help but remind her.
Zhang Qingyun slid back and forth on the woman's pretty face, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm kidding, I can forget about hundreds of millions of things. It's already done. Let's go after lunch."
Looking down at Chen Yafei's surprised eyes, Zhang Qingyun smiled and explained: "You were too tired from last night, so I went by myself without disturbing you."
Seeing his funny look, Chen Yafei said coquettishly: "It's not you who is causing trouble~"
. . . . . .
"Okay, you go back first, I'll be back on the 1st at the latest."
Zhang Qingyun said to Chen Yafei who was pulling the suitcase.
"Okay, stay safe and come back as soon as possible. I'll wait for you at home."
Zhang Qingyun hugged her and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, as soon as you get back, do what I told you. Don't care about money, and don't be reluctant to part with it. I will tell you why when I come back this time."
"Well, I understand." Chen Yafei said obediently.
"Let's go."
Looking at the figure gradually leaving his sight, Zhang Qingyun also got on the plane to the Imperial Capital, and transferred from the Imperial Capital to an international flight to Mao Xiong.
At twelve o'clock at night, with a bumpy sound of the plane's tires contacting the road, it slowly came to a stop.
Walking out of the airport full of Lao Maozi's rough design style.
At the pick-up gate, four neatly arranged black Mercedes-Benz G cars were parked outside. A circle of burly white men wearing black sunglasses and crisp suits stood around the cars, standing guard.
One of the old men, who looked like a butler, held a photo in his hand and looked at the people leaving the station carefully.
As Zhang Qingyun walked out slowly, the old man looked at the photos, nodded and walked over with a smile on his face.
"Hello... is this Mr. Zhang Qingyun Zhang?"
Listening to the substandard Chinese in his ears, Zhang Qingyun looked at the smiling old man, nodded with a smile and said: "I am."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Mr. Trotsky's housekeeper. He sent me to pick you up."
Zhang Qingyun nodded. He had called the person here before getting on the plane. From what he heard, he should be the person who came to pick him up.
"Thank you very much Mr. Tolov for the arrangement."
The old man said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, please come this way."
As the vehicle slowly started to move, all the tall and alert men around them got on the bus and disappeared from the sight of people at the airport in a flash.
Looking at the fewer and fewer buildings outside the window, Zhang Qingyun couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
"Mr. Zhang, we are going to a manor owned by Mr. Tolov. He is waiting for you there."
"Oh~ okay."
After Zhang Qingyun nodded indifferently, he looked at the message sent by Chen Yafei on his mobile phone.
"Reached?"
"Well, someone from the other party came to pick her up and is heading to her destination."
"Okay, pay attention to safety and come back as soon as possible."
"I know, you go to the villa on the top of the mountain tomorrow to have a look. When I left, Wang Wuli said that it was almost finished. Check it out and make the decoration more beautiful. We will spend most of our time there from now on."
Chen Yafei was soaking in the bathtub. She was typing on her phone with her jade-like arm, "I know. I'll mortgage the house tomorrow. It's impossible to sell it right away. I'll go take a look after it's over."
Zhang Qingyun smiled and said: "Okay, what are you doing? You're not sleeping yet."
"I tidied up the house and took a bath after dinner."
"Are you lonely? Do you miss me?"
Chen Yafei saw the message on her phone and thought of the passion that night. She didn't know what was going on in her head. She took her phone and took a photo of the beauty in the bath and sent it.
"Fairy~" Zhang Qingyun cursed secretly when he saw the photo.
"Hurry up and go to bed. I'll take care of you when I get back~"
Chen Yafei smiled "giggling~" and typed quickly on her mobile phone with her emerald white fingers.
"Then come back quickly, haha~"
More than an hour later, the motorcade slowly stopped at a huge manor with a very historical feel.
How should I put it? This manor is estimated to be no less than 500,000 square meters. Along the way, there is a garden in the manor, and behind it is a huge white castle about seven stories high.
After getting off the car, Zhang Qingyun looked at a well-proportioned, short middle-aged man standing in front of him, smiling at him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang from the East."
"Hello, Mr. Tolov."
The two greeted each other, held hands, and both laughed.
Coming inside the luxurious castle, there are all kinds of exquisite decorations and ornaments everywhere.
Sitting in a restaurant that can accommodate forty or fifty people, exquisite Maozi-style meals were served one after another.
"Mr. Zhang, please, don't be polite."
"Thank you for your warm hospitality, Mr. Tolov."
As they said that, the two of them were eating and talking happily, but it was very late today and they didn't talk much about business.
"Mr. Zhang is tired from traveling and traveling. Let's not talk about the matter in a hurry. Let's rest first. We will discuss the details tomorrow."
Tolov said as he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
Zhang Qingyun is naturally a guest who does as he pleases, and said with a smile without any problem: "As a guest, as he pleases, I listen to Mr. Tolov's arrangements."
Then, under the leadership of the housekeeper, Zhang Qingyun came to a bedroom on the third floor of the castle. Looking at the furnishings of the room, Zhang Qingyun secretly said: "What a wealthy family! The shower head and toilet seat are both made of gold!"
Lying on the comfortable and soft big bed, Zhang Qingyun soon fell into a deep sleep.
