Chapter 840
Another long-faced man pinched his chin and said, "If that's the case, he won't be able to understand what's going on after he spread the news. Wouldn't it be better if he secretly sent someone to get rid of his wife?"
"No, that's his shrewdness. The bearded man guessed, "The phones of Dicheng have been covered in every country. He will definitely work hard to make money and produce new products. Then the news can maintain the media's attention on him and the Emperor. Aman is a terrible businessman!"
The American man next to her pushed the hat on his head with one finger and said, "Not necessarily. It has never been said that Aman has any fancy news. He may not be a person who is whimsical, right?"
"No, this young gentleman." The long- faced man had already agreed with the bearded man. He smiled cunningly and said, "There is no man in the world who doesn't like to have countless beauties. Maybe he doesn't like this Young Madam anymore."
"But it's a pity." The bearded man looked at the photo of Chloe on the news. "Look at the photo, this Young Madam is a beauty. She is a hundred thousand times more beautiful than that yellow-faced woman in our house! If I see such a beauty here, I am willing to pay a hundred million euros..."
"No, you can't afford it even if you pay 10 million euros," the American man thought.
"Oh, are you married?" He raised his glass to them. "Aren't you afraid that your wife will be angry if you come to this place?"
The people of Italy were very enthusiastic when drinking.
Even though they were from the upper- class society, they would basically start chatting over a glass of wine.
"Hum, so what if she is angry?" The bearded man said while touching his beard, "I feed that old lady to eat, drink and play every day, and she can still control me. If I want a divorce, I won't give her a single hair!"
"Yes, it's not our money. Can they buy jewelry and luxury goods all day long?" The thin-faced man also said. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with his old wife and took out the money to find the young girl..
The American echoed them and laughed along with them. He said, "You are right. Please."
A lady with a large hat sat down next to them, bringing with her a suit enchanting perfume. She seemed to have heard the words of these men. "You can only be proud in this place. You can't understand women. You can find young girls outside. Be careful that they will take away property one day!" all your
The three men looked over and saw a woman in a dark red suit.
No, she was a noble lady.
Because the bearded man and the thin- faced man next to her all knew her. The woman with the nickname "red gem" was Miss Chloe of the Nangong family. It was rumored that she took away all the properties of the dead husband's family and returned to the Nangong family, which almost changed the facial expressions of Italian men.
The bearded man and the thin-faced man immediately stood up, stepped back two steps, and heavily saluted to her. "Beautiful Miss Nangong, good evening. Please forgive us for talking nonsense just now. We've drunk too much. In fact, we love our wives very much, but we're just a little tired after work and drink one or two cups of wine."
"Oh, you've drunk too much?" Nangong raised her red lips. "If I didn't hear wrongly, did you say that your family has a yellow- faced woman? I happen to have a tea party next week and may meet your wife. If I know that you've come to such a place..."
"No, Miss Nangong, please pretend that you haven't seen us." The bearded man saluted and said, "Let's go now."
"It's Miss Chloe of the Nangong family."
The thin-faced man also saluted, and the two of them immediately ran away.
Looking at the two gray-haired men leaving, Nangong said with a hint of disgust in her eyes, "In the end, there are still a lot of scum in this world..." The bartender in front handed her a cup of Volume segregated wine
The American looked at the woman with a gentle smile. "It's Miss Nangong. I've heard a lot about you."
Nangong Yen ignored this strange man and took a sip of wine. "There's no need to talk to me about pleasantries or accosting. If you don't want my brother to destroy your family, just stay away from me.
"It's really terrible." The man's voice was calm. "But I don't have bad intentions. Don't be afraid of your brother. Miss Nangong, please rest assured."
Nangong was rarely seen. Those who remained indifferent after hearing her brother's name, especially in Italian.
She couldn't help glancing at the man next to her. Under the dim light of the bar, he was wearing a beige suit and a blue-black tie was tied inside. He was an American man, who looked gentle and even stunning. Looking at his limbs and shoulders, he should be tall, and his Italian was very fluent.
This position was the place where Nangong would sit every time he came. He just wanted to find the peace in her heart in this noisy place, for no other reason, but for the reason of finding the tranquility in her heart.
Different from others, when her heart was in disorder, she didn't like to sit in a too quiet place, because at that time, she would always think of her dead husband and the love she had before...
"Who are you?" Nangong asked, "According to what you and those two old things, do you have different opinions about the news that Aman's wife was kidnapped?"
The man took off the ritual hat on his head and nodded to her gentlemanly. "I'm from Country. I'm just a businessman."
Nangong Yen narrowed her eyes.
Now that Chloe was in her brother's hands, she was a little vigilant against people from Country.
Because Aman's people would definitely keep an eye on her brother from time to time in Italy, and that meant they might also keep an eye on her...
"Speaking of which, I've heard of your name before, Miss Nangong's." Molly pretended to be humble and polite as she approached Miss Nangong. She continued to lower her head and spoke in a moving voice, "My boss had dealings with company in the past."
When Nangong heard her husband's name, her eyes trembled.
Even the wine in the cup in her hand rippled a little.
Since the death of her husband, no one in the Nangong family dared to mention this name again, and no one dared to mention it to her outside. Now, when she heard this name from his mouth, her heart trembled.
However, she was Miss Chloe of the Nangong family after all. The people outside would not believe her. She curled her lips coldly. "If you want to hook up with me in this way, you'd better save your life. There are many people in Italy who know my dead husband's name."
She took a sip of wine, and her eyes became cold again.
"No, Miss Nangong, don't get me wrong,"
Molly said. "I've only seen you come to this place alone to drink. I'm sure there's something troubling you, so I've brought up the fact that I've met Him..."
"I'm not sad. This club is run by my friend. I occasionally come here to sit down," Nangong said.
"Oh?" Molly chose the correct time to tease her. Her smile spread from the corner of her lips calmly. "Do you want to find a handsome young man? Miss Nangong has a good mood."
"Humph!" Nangong glanced at him. "Do you think a man in such a place is worthy of me? How dare you talk nonsense. Be careful, or I'll ask someone to pull out your tongue!"
As her cold words fell, the two guns immediately pointed at Molly's head. Molly's eyes darted to the back of the line.
Two tall bodyguards, Nangong, were standing behind him. If he dared to Nangong again, he would immediately pull out his tongue or explode his head.
Molly felt that she was neither nervous nor afraid at this moment, which was not in line with the arrangement of her small trading officer.
"Miss Nangong, please calm down." He quickly lowered his head and put the hat on his chest, making a humble gentleman's image. "I absolutely don't mean to offend you, because... I heard our boss say that all the ladies here come here for this purpose."
"Oh, your boss is here as well. I was wondering how a small trading officer like you managed to get into this. It turns out that you're here to accompany your lascivious boss." Nangong laughed coldly and pointed a finger at his chin.
When she saw Molly's face, she suddenly froze.
His heart suddenly began to tense up.
It was hard to say how she felt. She had seen a lot of handsome men, although a man at this level would indeed be fought over by a lot of women.
But what made her nervous for that moment was not his face, but... his eyes and his spirit.
"He doesn't look like a little kid!"
However, the moment she lost her senses, when she looked at Molly again, the feeling she had earlier was gone.
"Miss Nangong?" Molly looked at her blank face and slightly open beautiful lips. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry... I'm not islandring. If you really have this interest, you may find another one."
"Shut up." Nangong immediately withdrew her finger. " stinky men in this place don't even have the right to kiss my shoes. You don't either. Don't overrate yourself!"
Molly's eyes darkened.
What an arrogant woman...
"Oh no."
He wanted to control himself. Molly immediately suppressed the urge to teach him in her heart.
"I misunderstood." Molly pointed at a booth on the second floor, which was dark and luxurious. "My boss is over there, um... drinking with a passionate Italian girl. I'm waiting for him."
After understanding what he meant. Nangong roughly understood. He remembered that an American enterprise's boss might come with a subordinate when he heard that this bar could be used for a sexual pleasure.
Nangong stopped talking to Molly and started drinking alone. The light in her blue eyes was sometimes reflecting off the lights, making her look blurry and cold.
When Molly was in Country, apart from the large scale business banquet held by Emperor, she rarely interacted with Aman in front of media cameras. Unlike Ragib, everyone knew that Ragib was Aman's good friend. However, there were very few people who knew that Molly was very close to Aman.
It was even more so not to mention the foreign country.
Nangong understanding of Aman's and Aman's companions was not as good as Nangong Yen's.
Although Molly came from the surname in Country, Molly was not only a surname, but also a small trading officer. It was hard to imagine that he was the president of the "Golden-year-old insurance".