THE NAIVE BOSS

CHAPTER 131

Remember what I said, baby, and I'll find you again." The sounds of the Cold Kings suddenly shot out from his ears.

Jasmine Tong averted his gaze again, and the Leng Lord had disappeared.

The speed is incredible.

The man in the gray suit was already standing outside, he waved his hand at him, his left lip curved upwards, his hand tidied up the raincoat collar and disappeared into the darkness.

As Jasmine Tong turned his head, Albert Ou was already standing in front of him, surprising him.

“What do you see” Albert Ou patting Jasmine Tong's head.

"No, no, you're done."

“Good.” Albert Ou sat in his chair.

Meanwhile, he looked at Jasmine Tong again and did not say anything.

“Isn't the food good?”

"Lezat."

"You didn't even bite him and you said it was delicious."

Albert Ou's eyes scanned the food on the table, almost nothing was touched, only the juice in Jasmine Tong's hand was drunk.

“I ate a little, **** my meal is not much.” Jasmine Tong immediately picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

It was a clear guilty conscience, how could Albert Ou not see it.

But he didn't drop it.

"Nothing is appetizing, just order something else." With that, Albert Ou raised his hand to call the servant.

“Don't, this is very wasteful, you can't even finish this much, so make a few bites.”

“How can we improvise on our first date?”

Still stubborn, Albert Ou replaced all the food on the table and replaced the different foods again, even the cutlery and wine glasses he held.

To avoid suspicion from Albert Ou, Jasmine Tong still pretended to be relaxed and ate food.

On the way home, Jasmine Tong also looked a little sidetracked, sitting in the back seat of the car with misty eyes.

Albert Ou looked at him and leaned his head on his shoulders.

“If you are tired, sleep.”

Jasmine Tong raised her eyes to look towards Albert Ou, unable to see the man's emotions, perhaps because today was the first date in his mouth, and it was rare for the man to be well-tempered.

"Good."

Jasmine Tong gently closed her eyes.

He could feel the window shut and Albert Ou grabbing the blanket and covering it with it, one hand even more reaching out to embrace him in his arms.

To be honest, at this moment, Jasmine Tong felt this man was not bad.

Not exactly the same as the man she remembered.

When he was with Ellen Ron, he sometimes came into contact with the same rich second generation, second generation officials and the like, and they were all very wild and carried a playful attitude towards women as well.

Like Albert Ou, I never really saw him.

Jasmine Tong's mind was in a mess.

I remember the first time I met the Cold King.

It was in America and she was only sixteen years old.

He stayed in a fast hotel, he had been saving up for a long time to come to America and of course only had a little money in his pocket, but he was staying in a regular fast hotel, it was a small hotel, however, and he was afraid to stay for long, fearing danger.

The moment he came here, he heard that here was a mess, especially with the treatment of strangers.

The Express Hotel was notified of the temporary check-up within a short period of time.

Sixteen-year-old Jasmine Tong also first saw such a huge battle, all the police cars under the building, as well as the uniformed police officers, who were fierce and fierce.

As he opened the door, he felt a gust of wind blowing in, then turned around and a man was already lying on the floor of his room.

He was covered in blood, his face was white, and his lips were colorless at all.

“Halo, pretty girl, you look beautiful.”

The most usual pick-up line always seems a bit odd coming from a dying person.

Back then, there was a knock on the door, and it was the arrival of the police from a routine checkup.

Jasmine Tong looked at the door, then at the man.

The man got up and walked into the bedroom.

Jasmine Tong followed in the bedroom in a panic.

"I'm giving you two ways now, the first way, let them know that I'm here, and the second way, unbutton some buttons, ruffle your hair, and open the door."

He speaks pure Mandarin.

I don't know if it's because I've been used to hearing English for a few days since I came to America, but suddenly hearing the original accent makes Jasmine Tong very friendly, and he decided to help her.

He unbuttoned himself, ruffled his hair, and opened the door.

The police at the door saw him and were very surprised.

The next second, the man came out in a bathrobe, an arm right on Jasmine Tong's shoulder.

The man spoke fluently and quickly, so fast that all Jasmine Tong heard was "boyfriend".

The policeman looked Jasmine Tong up and down and left without seeing her ID.

At the time, the ignorant Jasmine Tong did not know, only to find out later that the man informed the police that he and his girlfriend were in a relationship ****.

The police didn't bother, so they left.

The man held on until the policeman left, falling to the floor once more, blood pouring from his bathrobe.

He's shot.

In accordance with Ruler Leng's instructions, Jasmine Tong helped purchase gauze and antiseptic solution, and watched the Leng Rulers take out bullets from their own bodies and sew them together.

The first thing you need to do is get a newborn child.

Counting, he had known the Leng Lords for seven years, even earlier than Ellen Ron.

But their numbers met like three times.

The rest of the time, most chat on WeChat, or sometimes I can get a phone call or email from Mr. Cold anonymously, or, of course, anonymously.

Every time we met, he wore a gray suit, a pair of black boots, and black gloves.

He never saw it otherwise.

"Honey, I can help you too, by leaving her and having a baby."

“Honey, I'll be back for you again, remember what I said.”

The Cold Master's words echoed repeatedly in Jasmine Tong's ears.

Mind mess.

Back home, Jasmine Tong took a simple bath and went straight to bed to rest.

Albert Ou doesn't want it tonight.

Right after Jasmine Tong fell asleep, Albert Ou gave an order to Russell Cheng.

Give me all the surveillance cameras around Intense Hawaii tonight.

When he returned to his chair, it was obvious that he felt a strange, odour that he hated so much.

Looking at Jasmine Tong's panicked expression back then, she probably guessed something.

The mysterious man finally appeared.

He wanted to see who dared to steal a woman from him.

Albert Ou threw away Jasmine Tong's hair and gently carved a w! Ss to his face.

"You're mine."