Three and a half years later.

The night is quiet.

J.H. Supercar Club.

A shabby Shali docked in a parking lot full of luxury sports cars, and a woman stepped off the car.

Seaweed-like hair is draped in the back of the head, collagen-filled goose face, everywhere highlights the vitality of youth, long eyelashes like butterfly wings, a pair of bright eyes like dark night stars.

Blue wheat, dressed in a black windcoat with a pair of black boots, set her legs so long.

She looked around for four weeks.

“The super-running club?Fuck!You know that this rich man is a little more!”

Blue wheat regret the intestines are blue, from the other side to know that they caught a big fish, did not expect to be a whale!

Her current identity is a love inspection officer, there is her own website on the Internet, waiting for people to make an appointment, most of her clients are about to enter the marriage hall of women, hoping that the love inspection officer to help themselves to investigate their fiancé.

The good news is called the love inspection officer, in fact, it is a special break-up of the two small mouths.

So far, the single that Blue Wheat has taken over has not broken up.

She sorted out her clothes, made up her makeup, and walked into the super-running club with graceful steps.

I don't know if it's because of the night, the lights are very dark, and there seems to be no one.

“Hello, is there anyone?”Blue Wheat shouted into the empty corridor.

No response.

She dared to move forward, and at last found a room at the other end of the corner of the corridor that should be human.

There was a voice coming from inside, but unfortunately I didn't know if it was too small, or whether the sound insulation of the wall was too good, and she couldn't hear anything.

Right now in this dark room...

Two rows of men in black suits stood up straight, without any small movements, as if they were statues.

The man sitting on the leather sofa had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke made his face look more and more secluded.

The tall eyebrows are like two upright peaks, with endless pride, a pair of black eyes are extremely dark, and a sharp light in the dim light makes everything around them be eclipsed.

This is a human soulful face, but with an innate sense of oppression, people dare not breathe hard, the forceful momentum is like the emperor is looking at the sentient beings.

He is the heir of the vast empire.

In front of him, a man was kneeling on the ground, his head did not dare to lift, and his body was constantly trembling.

Sylcao spit a cigarette ring.

“Did you do it yourself?I'll let you open your mouth."The sound is like the sound of hell.

This voice is obviously not big, but it is domineering, and it is involuntarily that it wants to bow down to the courtier.

The man on his knees even knelt on the ground, "Shut up, I really dare not, really dare not!"Please forgive me this time.”

“Forgiveness?”

He leaned forward and stared at the man in front of him.

"I don't have that word in my dictionary."

“Less than!I really dared, really dared!Please forgive me this time, I am forced to, I have old and small, they are still waiting for me to eat!O Lord, please, please.”

The man rang his head.

He raised his feet and put his feet on the man’s head.

"Hold your head up."

Three knocks on the door.