Chapter two hundred and seventy-one, feel each other out

In the spacious and luxurious room, Yang Feng crossed his legs and sat on a single sofa beside the bed. He lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, took a deep breath and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

His eyes stayed out in the gray sky, as if the clouds were full of water, ready to pour down.

A cigarette was gone, Yang Feng held it gently between his fingertips and his eyes, pressing it into the Ashtray as he lowered his left hand to the floor. With a quick wave of his hand, a bug the size of a bean landed on the floor and rolled around his feet.

Yang Feng lowered his head to glance at it for a while, his hands in his trouser pockets, while getting up, while homeopathy lift feet, will bug under foot.

With a few clicks, there was nothing but debris under my feet.

Yang Feng went to the floor-to-ceiling window, the curtain greatly opened, standing in the window around downstairs, downstairs courtyard is very wide, from time to time there will be a group of people carrying heavy weapons from below.

The guard here is much more strict than Wang Zhengjia, but also can be seen the degree of the Wang Family Tuhao, really is a heavy weapon in hand.

Yang Feng couldn't help hissing, took out his cell phone and made a call.

The telephone is put through, the voice that spreads Luo Wang in the microphone: "Hello, Yang Feng, do you carry on there smoothly? "

"So far so good, but I think they might investigate my identity. "

"Why? "

Yang Feng squinted his eyes, which burst into an elusive light: "today I put forward the condition of wanting to see the royal family. "

Luo Wang Oh a, paused, swear in reply: "You rest assured, I give you the identity of absolutely no problem, even check, he could not trace clues. "

Yang Fenger first, with this sentence is also relieved.

He sighed and was about to say something else when he heard the door open behind him. Almost immediately, Yang turned off the phone, put it back in his pants pocket and put his hands in his pants pocket.

He turned and saw a young woman with a pastry tray coming through the door. She had deep features, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Mr. Simi, brother Wang asked me to bring you some pastries. These are royal pastries. I hope they are to your taste. "

The beautiful woman petite called Yang Feng A, at the same time carrying a cake dish came in, put things on the table, and then a face smiling at him.

Yang Feng, Um, strode over, sat on the SOFA, twist up a piece on the mouth, is indeed the entrance that melts, sweet and not greasy, after eating, the mouth still has a touch of rose fragrance.

Yang Feng was full of praise for this, and twisted two pieces to put in the mouth chewing slowly swallow.

The beauty stood watching, see him like, face deeper smile, she suddenly moved waist to Yang Feng side, body gently against him, nestled in his side, slender fingertips like heart and inadvertently from Yang Feng Adam's apple sweep.

Yang Feng Shivers all over, twist the fingertip of pastry tiny stiff, twist a head to see her, ask: "still have a thing? "

"nothing, just brother Wang asked me to stay with Mr. Simi. "

"really thanks Mr. Wang's good intention. " Yang Feng pulls out a corner of mouth, force Yan to smile a way, the in the mind goes to sneer at this.

"Mr. Simi, I heard that you are also Chinese and lived in Russia for a long time, right? "

Yang Feng Eyes curtain gently hang, in the heart secretly think, as expected is to investigate oneself some.

He smiled, took two bites of the pastry, nodded, and replied, "yes, I was born in Russia and grew up there. "

"Ha-ha, so that's true. But I don't think Mr. Simi Looks Russian at all. " The beauty softened her voice, he said this with his fingers still on his whiskers, and wrapped them around his beard in a very ambiguous way.

Yang Feng put down the cake, turned to her side, grabbed her hand around her beard, squinted and smiled. "Not like that, that's for sure. After all, my parents aren't from Russia. "

The beautiful woman in front of the micro-bright, immediately came to the interest, toward Yang Wind close, thin lips a few steps to stick to his face.

"Well, where are Mr. Simi's parents from? Are they all from the mother country? "

Yang Feng mouth corner of a Hook, let go of the hand of beautiful woman, light answer a way: "This, are you to ask too much? "

Beauty look a meal, immediately make grievance, the head back, Blue Eyes flashing light, look miserable: "Ah, sorry, I overstepped. "

Yang Feng stared at him blankly, sighed and said, "it's OK. My parents are from my home country and from England, but I seldom meet them from the beginning of business. "

"So... ... " the beautiful woman dragged a voice, do not know is to believe or not, after a moment, she suddenly raised his head, Zhang Zhang Red Lips, and ready to ask what, Yang Feng hurriedly stood up, covered his head, thick eyebrow a wring, expression some pain.

He waved his hand to send each other: "well, my forehead began to hurt, I want to rest, you go out. "

"Hey, do you want... "

"Don't, you go out, I this is old trouble. " Yang Feng urges her, facial expression is impatient gradually.

Beauty is also a man of the times, see this, had no choice but to leave.

As soon as she was gone, the faint scent of her perfume was taken away, and Yang Feng, feeling relieved, sat down on the bed, lay down on the mattress, and had a good sleep.

Sleep not long, the ear then spread knock, Yang Feng opened his eyes, from the bed jumped up, walked to the door, opened the door, the result is just that woman.

Yang Feng looked at her, and then ready to continue to pretend uncomfortable, sent her, but the woman first opened: "Mr. Simi, Mr. Wang would like to invite you to dinner, May I? "

"Ah, of course. "

Yang Fengshuang readily agreed, and then followed the woman down the stairs.

Downstairs, the long, wide marble tables were filled with fine, delicious food that seemed out of place in what looked like a chaotic, impoverished place.

Wang Yu cordially invited Yang Feng, between meals, has been gushing about his power here how good, Yang Feng has only been praised, did not talk about their own things.

Just say, suddenly from the outside into a big black, it is with Yang Feng hand in the lonely Sai Er.

"boss, it's bad, it's bad. "

Wang Yu stopped talking and stared at him disagreeably, asking what was wrong.

"Our shipment got robbed again by the Blond Monkey Guy. "

"What? " Wang Yu flew into a rage, mengpai table, at the same time get up the hands of the Wine Cup in the lonely sai you feet.

Lonely Sai Er is frightened all over a quiver, stealthily moved a foot, be terrified of stare at him.