"No rush, let’s sit on it for a day or two. According to reliable information, Jiao Yang should be taking up his new post very soon. Once the whole world knows who he is, then we’ll throw out this photo. I’m telling you, not just one hundred thousand, but even two hundred thousand people will want it!"
"Master, from what you’re saying, are we going to strike it rich?" Liu Tao laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Of course!" Zhang Hua patted his shoulder, "This is just the beginning. In the future, if you follow closely, I guarantee you’ll live the high life!"
"Don’t worry, I’ll listen to you. From now on, whoever you tell to follow, I’ll be on their tail like a dog, keeping watch 24 hours a day!" Liu Tao poured him a beer, "Here’s to you, Master!"
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World City.
Luo Xiaoqian was held in Leng Zimo’s arms, her small face still flushed with a glow that hadn’t faded, and thinking about how she had just behaved, she wanted nothing more than to burrow into the blankets.
Luo Xiaoqian, you’ve fallen!
You didn’t resist at all.
Leng Zimo pulled up the thin blanket, covering her shoulder that was exposed outside the blanket.
"You’re tired. Go to sleep, ’Tomorrow’ you can take a bath!"
Luo Xiaoqian kept her eyes closed and didn’t make a sound.
She had fallen asleep, fallen asleep!
At this mont, she really didn’t have the courage to speak to him.
Bowing his head, looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes, Leng Zimo understood her thoughts and smiled, his palm reaching out affectionately to stroke her hair.
Getting up from the bed, he casually grabbed a nightgown to wear. Then, he took one of her smaller garnts from the wardrobe and placed it beside the pillow before heading into the bathroom.
As she heard his footsteps disappear behind the bathroom door, Luo Xiaoqian quietly opened one eye and saw the small garnt he had placed beside her pillow. Hurriedly, she grabbed it and put it on herself, then curled up again inside the blanket.
A mont later, Leng Zimo erged from the bath and saw the small garnt was missing from beside the pillow. He then looked over at Luo Xiaoqian, curled up under the blankets.
Convinced she was truly asleep, he tiptoed out of the room and downstairs.
Sitting on the sofa, he lit a cigar.
Noticing the picture fra on the coffee table, his fingers reached out to grasp it.
The Luo Xiaoqian in the photograph was only about a teenager. Even at that ti, she was already incredibly delicate; her slightly chubby baby face was extrely cute and delightful.
She had nearly fought him to the death last ti just to get this photo. It seed that this photo was sothing she treasured greatly.
Why had she been willing to bring it out today, could it be that she was afraid he wouldn’t be able to secure it?!
He touched her small face in the photograph with his finger and smiled, then stood up. After looking around the room, he walked over to the TV cabinet and placed the photo right in the center of the wooden shelf.
After staring at the photo for a while, Leng Zimo turned and picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table, dialing an overseas number.
"It’s , Leng Zimo. When can the lyrics I requested be ready?"
Once he was satisfied with the response from the other end, he ended the call, then dialed another number. This ti, he inquired in English about the arrangent of the music.
After several calls confirming everything was progressing ideally, Leng Zimo put down the phone that had beco sowhat hot.
Seeing Luo Xiaoqian’s cara on the coffee table, sothing occurred to him, and he imdiately opened the laptop from his bag.
Before long, he had entered a password-protected folder. Inside the folder were both videos and photos.
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