Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 281: Sex is a bone-scraping steel knife, garlic is an iron helmet

"Not right now. We haven't officially opened yet. Please take your time, please take your time."

Liu Yonglu didn't know that Mr. Shani came "with a mission", nor did he know that White had been training so hard every day in the past few days. He simply thought that White was sick and not feeling well. He didn't want his mainstay to fall ill at this time and affect his business in a few days.

He asked the little genius brother and sister and Lin Bei to sit anywhere, and he strolled to the piano and looked around. It seemed that he could already imagine that the restaurant would be full in a few nights, and the diners would enjoy the delicious food cooked by Baba and his friends while appreciating the intoxicated expressions on White's faces when he performed.

I turned my head back to look at White again. Hmm? My eyes naturally swept over his broad chest. Wow, it's really big, almost drooping on the piano keys. I don't know what he ate when he was a child to have such good nutrition.

Liu Yonglu quickly turned his head away. He didn't want to look at it any longer. Fortunately, Mi Li'er was not there today.

But even this few seconds of gaze lingering on her face allowed White to easily capture it. She pretended to want to stand up and speak, but her legs were numb from sitting for too long, so she leaned to the side and suddenly leaned towards Liu Yonglu.

"Hey, why are you still stumbling?"

Liu Yonglu was quick to support Miss Bai, but White's physique was indeed unsuitable. Even though Liu Yonglu had his hand on her arm, the soft touch still made Liu Yonglu distracted.

Today she was wearing a dress with hollow arms, and Liu Yonglu felt it was very delicate under his touch.

"Thank you, Boss Ricky. I'll just take a moment."

The White man jumped back as if he had been electrocuted, with a blush on his face.

"The restaurant is about to open. How do you feel about it? Be honest. Don't flatter me. Can you stand firm in New New London?"

Liu Yonglu quickly changed the subject, and White took advantage of the situation:

“It feels pretty good, but I haven’t been to any decent restaurants before, so I can’t give you any useful suggestions. Boss Ricky, can you accompany me around for a walk?

To be honest, I have been concentrating on playing the piano these past two days. I heard that the private rooms in the restaurant are decorated very tastefully, and I want to take a look. "

There is nothing wrong with what she said. It is a complaint about being too tired from work, but it also reveals a kind of fragility that is hard to refuse.

"Okay, let's take a look together. There are many places I haven't seen."

Liu Yonglu didn't dare to walk in the same row with White. Oh my god, it's my fault again. What kind of cadre can withstand such a test?

He strolled leisurely in the restaurant with his hands behind his back, and White followed closely behind him. It can be said that Marquette is really capable. Of course, it is also because Liu Yonglu has given a good budget. The overall style of the restaurant is elegant, and various details reveal exotic style.

Each small private room has its own decoration style. The larger ones basically retain the decoration layout of the Moses Sad upper-class club, which is suitable for those prominent aristocratic gentlemen to enjoy delicious food.

The smaller boxes have ambiguous lighting, and are decorated with some eye-catching small paintings and sculptures, making them suitable for couples to meet and talk.

"Boss Ricky."

When they walked into a small box, White suddenly called Liu Yonglu from behind.

"What's wrong?"

The four words "Boss Ricky" made Liu Yonglu's bones and muscles weaken. He thought to himself that if you invite me to try the food in this private room, I can't do it. I will definitely make a mistake. Then I will have to find a reason to hide and not meet you.

White seemed to be hesitant to speak, his eyes struggling, and after a long while he finally spoke:

"I ran into some really weird people the other day when I was leaving get off work."

"A very strange person?"

"Well, there's a chocolate shop on the corner on the west side of Helen Street. I wanted to take a shortcut back to my apartment that day, but I was blocked in the alley by three or four men in black robes."

"Nothing happened!"

With White's appearance and figure, Liu Yonglu could easily imagine the plot an hour after she met the bad guy, which would definitely be "no one will come to save you even if you scream at the top of your lungs."

"No, no, they didn't do anything to me."

As if he could see through Liu Yonglu's thoughts, White's face turned even redder, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes:
"But they want to harm you, boss."

"Come for... me?"

"Well, they threatened me to put this in your drink."

White's eyes trembled slightly as she spoke, as if she recalled the terrible scene of that night. She took off the necklace from her neck tremblingly, and the pendant was pulled out from her bottomless collar, still retaining her body temperature, and she handed it to Liu Yonglu.

When I opened the pendant, I saw a pinch of powder wrapped in a small oil paper bag.

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll go back and study it."

Liu Yonglu didn't do any research, he didn't understand anything either. He went back to give it to Millie Tang, but he became alert in his heart. The analysis of several people that night was correct. When they were plotting against Wordsworth, the other party was also plotting against him.

"Boss Ricky, later..."

White came closer, she swallowed and continued:

"Later I recalled that there was a person I seemed to have seen before. A few days ago, this person entered the restaurant disguised as a decoration worker. I thought they wanted to harm you a long time ago, but you happened to be away that day.

After I hand this to you today, I will go back to my hometown. I have asked for a month's leave from school. Those people are really...really scary. I don't want to be involved. "

"It's not safe for you to take a leave. New Newland might be a little better now."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand. It would be even more dangerous outside Newlund. Wordsworth was now acting recklessly. He was racing against time. After the Continental Exposition was over, it was only a matter of time before they were uprooted.

Now BK is desperate and is trying to see if he can kill himself and Nicholas before the expo.

"But I'm still scared, really, Boss Ricky, I don't want to go through that again."

White crossed his hands and covered his arms, trembling, and leaned gently towards Liu Yonglu.

Liu Yonglu watched helplessly as the two lumps of flesh on Miss Bai's chest attacked him. His pupils dilated rapidly, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, and he felt a struggle between his conscience and his conscience.

What to do! Should I have sex with Mi Li Er before I confirm my relationship with her, or should I stick to my principles and be a man who can stand on his fists and walk on his arms?

Liu Yonglu's mind suddenly began to race. He remembered Ximen Qing, Chen Shimei, and Li Jia. As he thought about it, he exerted force in his dantian, and thousands of words merged into one sentence:

"I ate garlic!"

Liu Yonglu was very angry and spoke a sentence mixed with the smell of garlic that suffocated White's face. He really didn't make up a lie. He had steamed beef buns for Xiaohu in the morning. Anyway, he had nothing to do with the meeting with Wordsworth today, so he ate the buns with a head of garlic.

The smell of garlic was so spicy that it stung White's eyes. White almost fainted on the spot.

"Ricky...Boss Ricky."

White took deep breaths repeatedly, and it took him half a minute to come to his senses. He looked at Liu Yonglu in front of him who was in a daze. What kind of seduction was this? No matter how cheap he was, he couldn't hug that garlic head and kiss him.

"Ms. White, please rest assured. I will find a few security guards to take charge of our restaurant. You just need to concentrate on playing the piano."

Liu Yonglu's face turned red and he quickly left the box. He didn't know that the garlic he ate in the morning saved his life twice.

White gasped, his chest heaving violently. He shook his head slightly and quietly took out a napkin to wipe the lipstick off his mouth.

Millie Tang, who was leaning against the wall of the restaurant pretending to read a newspaper, brushed the dust off her coat, folded the newspaper and stuffed it into her pocket, a smug smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Liu Yonglu went out and chatted with Marquette about serious matters for a while before leading his people out of the restaurant.

As soon as the three of them left, a middle-aged man who was pretending to be queuing on Helen Street got on a carriage and returned to Canary Wharf.

On the blue-painted freighter, Wordsworth, Painter Hatbarkan and the other two were talking about DeLorean, whom they had met at the pawn shop that morning:

"Mr. Wordsworth, I have an immature idea about the transaction with the Saint's Sect in three days."

Balkan now lives on the cargo ship permanently as a courier for both sides.

"Please say."

"It's best for our people to take the lead in the first meeting. It's not that we don't trust your ability, but you have often dealt with people from the Investigation Department before, and your target is too obvious.

Moreover, the first meeting is more of a test, and we also need to confirm the other party's sincerity. At this time, you need your people to observe from the outside.

The last point is our identity. Even if the Saints have colluded with the Moses Sadr authorities, they can’t do anything to us without solid evidence.”

"Well, yes."

After a moment's thought, Wordsworth felt that Balkan was right. This man was worthy of being Prince Herama's think tank. He was indeed quick-witted. It didn't matter even if he let them get the invention first. They were still in New Nurent, so there was no need to worry that they would run away.

"Alva, what do you think?"

Painter Hat had kept a low profile since the meeting that day and rarely participated in the discussion. He only spoke slowly after hearing Wordsworth's question:
“Of course we can’t completely trust the Saint’s Faction. I heard that they originally wanted to schedule the first meeting a week later, so they were suspected of delaying the meeting.

After all, time is not in our favor now. The closer we get to the Continental Expo, the more passive we will become.”

"Yes, so we changed the time to three days later. We will first confirm the other party's sincerity when we meet for the first time. At least we need to see the goods first. We won't waste time on the Saint Maiden Sect if we just talk nonsense."

As he was speaking, the middle-aged man who had been spying on Liu Yonglu on Helen Street walked into the cabin and whispered something in Wordsworth's ear.

“Dou Niwar just showed up at his restaurant, and the restaurant’s official opening should be approaching soon.

In the next two days, we will focus on the transaction with the Saint's Sect. Dou Nival certainly cannot let him live. The day the restaurant opens will be the day he pays the price."

Wordsworth said this sinisterly, with a barely perceptible glimpse of disdain in the painter's hat's eyes.

He was not optimistic about Wordsworth's decapitation operation, and of course he was not going to let Ricky go. Now he only believed in himself and placed his bet on White.

emmm……I wrote it a long time ago, but it didn’t pass the review
I thought I made a mistake when describing Miss Bai, so I changed it, but found out it wasn’t...

Shenhe is protecting Lao Liu... I am really crazy

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