C14 Mysterious Man

At this moment, Leng Lie Han was carrying Qian Xi and rushing towards his car. He would look back from time to time.

"Put me down. I can walk by myself." Knowing that there was a mafia chasing behind him, it would be very difficult for him to carry him forward.

Qian Xi's words made Leng Lie Han's tense expression change back to its original gentleness. "Haha, at this time, it's time to protect drunk lady."

He vaguely felt that there was a hidden meaning in his words. Qian Xi did not insist and chose to remain silent.

In a short while, Leng Lie Han carried her into the car that he parked on the side of the road.

"Master, where are you going?"

After Old Gao asked, Leng Lie Han, who was sitting in the backseat, looked back at the men in black who had followed him all the way. He smiled faintly and said, "It seems that I have some trouble today. Drive to a quiet place."

Old Gao looked at the rearview mirror and then looked at his master's expression. He nodded in understanding and said, "Got it."

As the car slowly started, the atmosphere in the car was obviously a little low. Qian Xi, who was leaning against the window, did not know that he was still pretending to be drunk. Or would he just follow the flow and leave after the car stopped?

"Is it very uncomfortable?"

Leng Lie Han asked with a smile. She covered her eyes and shook her head in a daze. "It's okay..."

"Haha, looks like your wound..."

"Master, that's enough." The driver of the front seat, Old Gao, suddenly interrupted him.

Leng Lie Han gave Qian Xi a comforting smile, then turned to look at the rear window.

When he turned around again, all the smiles on his face were gone. His eyes were filled with coldness. "Old Gao, stop here!"

The gentle atmosphere in the car froze at this moment. The driver Old Gao quickly stepped on the brakes and their car stopped next to the road in the southern part of Florence.

When their car stopped, a few of the gangsters who had followed them all the way also parked their cars by the roadside. Opening the car door, five men in black suits walked out of the car solemnly.

"Yes!" They nodded at each other. One of them slowly walked toward Leng Lie Han's car.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The man in the suit knocked on the glass on his side, and Old Gao quickly turned around. "Master!"

Shaking his head lightly, he signaled Old Gao not to act rashly. Leng Lie Han rolled down the window and looked at the man outside the window with a smile. "Qual Cosa? What's the matter? )”

"Ilcondo, Costantino Presley! (Leng Lie Han, Count, Mr. Costantino wants to see you!)"

Costantino?

He seems to be the leader of the Italian mafia. Does he want to see Leng Lie Han? Could it be that they knew each other?

After Qian Xi, who was pretending to be drunk, heard the man's words, he slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window with confusion.

"Hadetoligo Costantione, Perdiore, Hodetologanologulesuazione! Tell Mr. Costantione! I've already told Mr. Costantinon what to say. Is it okay or not? I just want to see his actions!"

After Leng Lie Han said that in a domineering manner, the man outside the car revealed an awkward expression. "Ma..."

With a flash of his brow, he reached out a hand and jumped over the man's back with one hand. He pulled him towards himself. "Snospitin, Frestech Gonagonahashonvowoll! I have a distinguished guest here, Song Shuhang said with a smile, and now I have a distinguished guest here, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor, a guest of honor. You'd better not make me unhappy!"

As his cold voice faded, the entire carriage sank into a deep silence. Qian Xi, who was standing at the side, instantly widened his eyes.

Logically speaking, a member of the royal family, Count, and the mafia should not interfere with each other's business. Leng Lie Han initially said: That group of mafia was killing others. But now, he saw that it was completely him suppressing the mafia group! What kind of relationship did they have?

"Hulcopito, ilconteFrederno. I understand, Leng Lie Han, Count. The man said with a trembling voice, then quickly left the front of the car. Qian Xi also slowly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be drunk...

"Master, they..."

Leng Lie Han frowned and reached out to stop Old Gao. "Drive, Old Gao."

"Yes, Master."

As the car slowly started, the atmosphere in the car gradually became gentle.

"Qian Xi?" He woke Qian Xi up with a soft voice, smiled gently, and said secretly, "Ying Di is no longer here. You should be able to turn back into yourself, right?"

"Uh..." She opened her eyes in shock. She sat up straight and looked at Leng Lie Han with confusion.

"What's wrong?" He slowly turned his head. There was a charming smile on his face. He looked at himself from head to toe. "Is there something on my face?"

Hehe, Ying Di is no longer here. It's time for you to be yourself. ’

Was what he said a coincidence, or did he already see that he was pretending to be drunk?

Due to Shi Xiu's coercion alone, she had no choice but to pretend to be pitiful for Yin Ying Di to see, in order to gain his sympathy, and thus cancel the divorce.

However, her personality had always been as indifferent as water. She liked to immerse her sadness into her heart. If she wanted to cry to a man and say how pitiful she was, she would not be able to do it at all!

Helpless, she could only use the power of alcohol to put on an act.

It was strange to say so. She did not know what that '82 bottle of Cabernet Savignon' was. If it happened, she would not be able to get drunk, so she could only pretend to be drunk and worry...

"What are you thinking about?" Leng Lie Han's questioning voice broke Qian Xi's train of thought.

She shook her head slightly and said awkwardly, "No, nothing..."

"Hehe." He smiled faintly and reached his hand towards Qian Xi.

Subconsciously, her body shrank back a little.

The two of them looked at each other awkwardly.

Only then did she realize that he was going to treat her wound. Qian Xi slowly stretched out his arm.

"Does it hurt?"

Hearing the question, she nervously shook her head. "No... It doesn't hurt."

"Hehe, that's good." With a gentle smile, Leng Lie Han slightly raised his head. He said softly, "Hehe. Alright, I hope there won't be any scars."