After all, photos have memories, and the media has a sharp eye, so some things are better covered up.

"yes!"

"Sir!"

Song Zijie stood at attention and responded solemnly: "Please don't worry, let me handle the scene."

"OK."

Zhuang Shikai nodded.

He turned to look at Song Shichang on the ground, raised his head and smiled at Mr. Song: "Song, please help Shichang upstairs to rest."

"It's best to ask the servants to cook a requiem soup for Shichang to drink. It's good for the heart."

"I believe Shichang will grow up a lot."

Mr. Song nodded in agreement.

"It made Zhuang Sheng laugh."

He glanced at the servants next to him. The servants who had recovered their senses slowly stepped forward and helped Song Shichang go upstairs.

Song Shichang was too embarrassed to nod good night to Mr. Zhuang, but Mr. Zhuang ignored him. Two servants followed the instructions and went to the small kitchen next door to make soup...

The large kitchen will definitely not be usable.

Can you drink the Anhun soup cooked there?

Zhuang Shikai picked up his watch and looked at the time, then smiled and said, "There are still people waiting for me tonight, so I'll go ahead and forgive me."

"Zhuangsheng, I will take you out." Mr. Song said quickly.

"Um."

Zhuang Shikai nodded.

Immediately, Mr. Song followed suit with his cane, personally escorted Mr. Zhuang to the garden parking lot, and then watched Mr. Zhuang drive out of the villa garden.

It wasn't until the taillights of the car disappeared at the intersection that he looked back and sighed: "Director Zhuang has solved a big trouble for me!"

"Think about what Shichang will bring tomorrow..."

Mr. Song thought secretly.

Zhuang Shikai was driving and talking on the phone.

"Tick-tick-tock."

Car lights illuminate the road ahead.

Deep Water Bay at night.

He is the only car.

"Ding ding ding."

Ye Jihuan, Ji Zhengxiong, Agui, and Ayong were sitting around a square table eating instant noodles.

Several of them are waiting for the call.

now.

in the room.

The phone rings.

Ye Jihuan quickly looked up and saw that there was no movement on a mobile phone placed on the square table. The ringing sound was coming from the chair behind.

"It's Song Shichang's phone ringing."

Ji Zhengxiong said hesitantly.

"Could it be Brother Hao calling?"

Agui said.

It's not impossible.

"Go pick it up!"

Ye Jihuan put down the instant noodles and said in a deep voice.

At present, five hours have passed since everyone tied up with the "person ticket". According to the plan, "Brother Hao" should get the money when he went to withdraw it.

At this moment, there is no news from "Brother Hao", which is indeed a bit unsettling.

Of course, the risk of taking advantage of others is high, and there are many emergencies. Everyone still has some patience, and the answer will not be revealed until dawn.

It's just that time is not on their side. The longer time passes, the greater the risk.

It’s relatively “stable” at this time!

Agui stood up in an instant, turned over his chair, turned around, picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and said in his ear: "Hello!"

"boom!"

A figure suddenly flashed past.

A member of Red Shadow stood in front of the window wearing an action uniform, holding a gun with both hands, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Snapped!"

A Gui's forehead was penetrated by a bullet, and a beautiful blood splashed out. He simply fell down holding his mobile phone.

When Ye Jihuan and others were frightened, they quickly reached for the AK and pistol next to them.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several red shadows have already launched an attack!

This phone call is the signal!

Because Mr. Zhuang said: "I'll call you when the time comes."

At this moment, Zhuang Shikai was sitting in the car quietly listening to the movement on the other side of his cell phone. Gunshots and shouts were short, powerful, and fleeting.

When Xu Zhengyang picked up the phone again and spoke loudly.

Mr. Zhuang just said: "Good night."

"Tick!" He hung up the phone.

"Ding!" The elevator door rang.

Zhuang Shikai walked onto the floor and took out his room card and swiped open the wooden door of the presidential suite.

When he put on his shoes and walked through the large suite living room and along the suite carpet to the bedroom, a yellowish bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom.

A woman wrapped her legs in the quilt, bit her lip, looked at him and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I came three times to myself."

Zhuang Shikai smiled softly and said while untying his belt: "The first half of the night is reserved for you to sleep."

"You do not sleep?"

"Then don't sleep in the middle of the night."
Chapter completed!