MTL - Laws of the Other World-Chapter 120 Extra (12)

"Don't worry, Li Qian is not using his mobile phone to monitor Kong Lingyun twenty-four hours from now. It is estimated that it is not impossible to use Li Qian's technology and Song Zhi's network to monitor him by satellite. Unless he disappears from this world, Otherwise we always know what he is doing."

In the night, Zhou Yu’s face turned to himself and kissed him.

There is no such thing as a kiss in his kiss, just like a language expression, telling Zhou Yu that he is with him no matter what happens, and that they can solve whatever happens.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes and the original nervous nerves eased.

A whole week passed, Kong Lingyun did not have any movements, and his trip seemed to be normal: Ling Yun Pharmaceutical's normal work, various social activities, a person's leisure time, etc., monitoring his Li Qian is almost bored I fell asleep.

This made Zhou Yu unable to doubt his judgment.

Does the disappearance of even Wensheng really have anything to do with Kong Lingyun?

So where is Wenwen going?

Who is this ultimate goal that he has developed, or is it the ultimate goal of "drugs"?

The six-year board meeting of Juli Group is about to be held, and Kong Lingyun is one of them.

This time the board meeting place is a small island.

The purpose of Song Zhi’s choice of this island is that Zhou Yu is very clear. This time the board of directors may have an accident that does not want to be seen by the public, and a small island is separated from the group and the scope is controllable. When entering and leaving the island, there are only two modes of transportation, yachts and private jets. Song Zhi can send people to carry out detailed inspections. Third, the surveillance hole Lingyun is also more targeted. The island is bigger, and Kong Lingyun can only move underground in the eyelids of Song.

This time the semi-annual board meeting, Song Zhi also sent an invitation letter to Zhou Yu and Mo Ye.

"Do you have a suit?" Ink night asked with a sterling silver invitation.

"Of course I have." Zhou Yu replied.

"You mean that after wearing it, don't know if it is selling insurance or selling a small brother's suit?" Ink night a pair of "don't tease me" expression.

"Otherwise?" Zhou Yu just lifted his eyes and looked at the agenda of the board of directors Li Qian from the computer. He kept thinking about which links Kong Lingyun would wait for.

But it seems that it is basically a speech such as data reporting and development strategy.

Just as Zhou Yu concentrated on the gods, suddenly something jumped on his knees, a pair of claws squatting on his shoulders, his head resting on his chin.

The soft feeling was introduced into his brain along the skin of his chin. Zhou Yu closed his eyes and raised his head. He knew that the bad guy of the ink night deliberately turned into a night spirit and disturbed his thoughts. Not angry.

He leaned over his face and stuck it with the ink night, slowly leaning back against the back of the chair.

The neck of the ink night licked Zhou’s chest, and the small tongue tipped out, licking Zhou’s earlobe.

Zhou Yu lifted the shoulder on the other side, seemingly to hold the ink night, but only slightly topped him.

When Zhou Yu felt that the ink night in his arms was about to become bigger, Zhou Yu slammed his shoulder: "You want to ride on me? Dreaming? Be honest."

"You just like my night spirit more than human form."

"Since you know, you will always keep the shape of the night spirit." Zhou Yu said with a funny smile.

The ink night still turned into a human appearance. He sat on Zhou Yu’s body and pressed against Zhou Yu. The chair fell backwards. Zhou Yu opened his eyes and looked at the ink night. He looked calmly. The process of falling down, until the back of the chair is about to touch the ground, the ink night holds the ground with one hand, and the other hand drags the back of Zhou Yu.

"Because I yearn for you and want to enter your world."

"Well, find a reason for me to accept. Can you put your clothes on now?" Zhou Yu leaned sideways.

Ink night, but smiled incomprehensibly, leaning against Zhou Yu, biting **** his nose.

“Song Zhi’s directors were shackled on the island to facilitate his control of the situation. But at the same time, for Kong Lingyun, he wants to control the entire board, is it much easier?”

At that moment, Zhou Yu was provoked by a nerve in the brain. He sat up and took the phone.

"Mr. Song? I am Zhou Yu."

"I know." Song Zhi's voice still carries a metal texture, as if there is always only one rhythm.

"The goal of Kong Lingyun is the board of directors of Juli Group. At first I guess that Kong Lingyun and Lian Wenli used the Rhodes to create drugs to control political and business celebrities, but now it seems that Juli Group is not the most representative. Sexual goals? The members of the board of directors are leaders in all walks of life, and their influence is extraordinary. If this 'drug' makes you addicted, you will all succumb to Kong Lingyun."

"I understand. Don't scream the snake first. I will have my arrangement."

Song Zhi’s answer made Zhou Yu feel at ease.

Regarding preparation and hunting, no one in Zhou Yu’s understanding is better at Song Zhi.

At this time, the sound of the ink night sounded again: "When you wear this one, how?"

At night, a set of pure black suits stood in the night and looked at Zhou Yu.

"It looks like a good cut, but it is your size." Zhou Yu said.

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"I will ask someone to change it." The ink-sucking fingers slide down the neckline, and Zhou Yu inexplicably creates an illusion that he is touched by the other side.

"You often say that I am bored and boring. If you put on this suit, you are sure that it will not look more old-fashioned?" Zhou Yu smiled and asked.

Ink night squinted at Zhou Yu: "But when I knock it down, I will be very excited."

Zhou Yu reluctantly sighed: "This stalk is very old-fashioned."

"Do you not like old things?"

Soon, the half-year board meeting was held, and Zhou Yu and Mo Yun boarded the private jet of Song Zhi and flew to the island.

Unlike Mr. Eaton, who always carries a large number of bodyguards, Song Zhi’s entourage is a necessary staff member, except Song Wei.

Song Yu was sitting next to Song Zhi and made a pot of tea for him.

He is very aware of the temperature and concentration of the tea that Song Zhi likes, and there is a burst of tea in the entire cabin.

Song Zhi, who has been browsing the information, was slightly tired. He lifted his hand and pressed it according to his own eyes. Song Hao took the information in his hand and put it on the side, and pulled the thin blanket on the back of the Song Dynasty. Song Zhi was on the side. Over the face, fell asleep.

When Song Yong was about to get up and dim the lights, he discovered that Song did not know when he had buckled his hand.

The ten fingers clasped a warmth on Song's lips.

Zhou Yu, who is not far away, sighs in his heart: When can you be as sensible as Song Wei?

The ink night is dismissive in my heart: If my character is like Song Song, are you not born with love, and your heart is like stagnant water?

After flying for a few hours, the private jet landed on the island at sunset.

There are only a few reefs around the island, and no other islands echo each other.

But the resort hotels on the island have everything you need.

The ink stayed on the chin and looked down at the small island from the window: "It's a great place to enjoy. Do you want to go swimming together at night?"

"You are careful to be washed away by the sea." Zhou Yu replied coolly.

He knew what was thinking in the unfair brain of the ink night.

"Then will you come to save me?" Ink night grinned and asked.

"I will drink whiskey while basking the moon at the beach, watching you go further and further."

Such an answer was expected in the night of the ink, but he was still cold and kissed on Zhou Yu's lips.

After the plane landed, Zhou Yu walked out of the cabin behind Song Zhi and Song Yu, just happened to meet the board members of another private plane.

"Mr. Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhou Yushun looked at the voice and saw Kong Lingyun, a casual cotton shirt and khaki pants, squatting toward them.

"Long time no see, Mr. Kong." Song Zhi's face did not see any expression.

"This time the board of directors can be mixed. I heard that many directors are very dissatisfied with the decision to completely suspend the research on Nibelungen. You may not be able to sit still in the position of the chairman of the board." Kong Lingyun picked up The eyes smiled and said.

"Mr. Kong rest assured that at least the position of the Chairman of the Group is so laborious, I will not push you on."

"I look forward to your persuasion of the entire board." Kong Lingyun clap his hands and turned and left.

"What are the entourages of Kong Lingyun?" Song asked his side to ask Song Wei.

“A secretary, a personal assistant, two security personnel, an accountant and a legal officer, plus an accounting assistant.”

"These people look normal." Song Zhiyu opened his eyes.

"Of course it looks normal." Ink night came to the side of the shoulder with Song, looking at the silver moon in the sky with his pockets. "If he wants to arrange for someone to come in, he doesn't need to go through him. Today attends the board. There are dozens of directors, and if one-third of them have arranged their manpower around, they are all unacceptable."

The "hands" referred to by the ink night is not a simple bodyguard, and it is likely to be a genetically modified person.

The night of the island is not as boring as the outsiders imagined. There are casinos and pool parties, which is like another miniature world.

Zhou Yu took a glass of whiskey and walked slowly around the beach. The ink night followed him behind him and stepped on his footprints.

"You are really boring." Zhou Yu whispered.

"You explain that you know that you have a companion to follow yourself, but you can see that only the footprints you left behind are like horror movies." The night of the night reveals a childish smile.

"I will feel lonely." Zhou Yu replied.

The night of the ink smashed, leaving Zhou Yu’s footprints, took his glass, and took a drink and smiled and said: “The most unlikely person in the world is you.”