Monica is angry and funny, not to mention a hundred rubles, even 100 million pounds is a drop in the bucket in her eyes, the underground black boxing markets in Macau, Thailand, Vietnam and other places are all controlled by her, and the wealth that goes in and out of her hands every year far exceeds the GDP of a moderately developed country!

This outrageous huge amount of invisible wealth, up to trillions of dollars, is just some boring numbers in her eyes, and what she wants, ordinary people can't give it!

Monica stepped on high heels and walked in front of Ye Fan, the chic red evening dress revealed a whole smooth and perfect bare back, turned around leisurely, the bewitching face that seemed to be smiling was gorgeous and amazing, her red lips spit lightly, and her right hand wearing snow-white gloves pointed at Ye Fan: "You!"

"I?haha...... Ye Fan laughed, "No problem, what tricks do you want to play? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The woman smiled and walked over and put her arm around him, "Then let's go." ”

"Listen to me. Ye Fan smiled and walked up the stairs with this bewitching girl.

People who don't know the truth may think that these two people met by chance at the station, and they were already familiar with each other, and after a while, they immediately hooked up and became traitors, in fact, only they know what happened.

Just as the two of them walked into the underground passage, on the sparsely populated Moscow railway station, a decent figure flashed from behind the pillars.

A black tuxedo, shiny leather shoes, and a snow-white shirt are matched with a pair of vicious eyes!

"What's your name?" Sitting on the convertible sports car, Ye Fan reached out and stroked the exquisite interior of the car, "This car is old, right?"

"Monica. The woman smiled charmingly: "The 1962 version of the Lord." ”

"Oh, I haven't heard of it. Ye Fan squinted, the night wind was very strong, the snowflakes were blurry, in this kind of weather, the person who drove the convertible sports car was either a madman or a perverted neurosis.

The woman laughed coquettishly, and her tone was flirtatious: "I knew that you were not interested in luxury cars, you are a natural prodigal son, a lover born for women, am I right?"

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?" Ye Fan asked rhetorically, "It seems that you know myself better than I do." ”

"Of course, it's very easy for us to gather any intelligence we need. For example, the incident you did in Macau, and last night, on the Lennon Boulevard, your performance has been eye-catching. Monica put away her smile and looked serious for the first time.

Hearing this unexpected self-defeating door, Ye Fan's hippie smile suddenly retracted, "So, you are the behind-the-scenes boss of the underground black fist?"

"Hehe, do you want to know? When you go to bed, let's have a good talk. As if talking about an easy deal, Monica replied calmly.

"Are you sure I'm going to your bed?"

Monica smiled disapprerovingly: "What you just said doesn't count? You Chinese people have a proverb: A gentleman is a word, a horse is difficult to chase, dear Ye, do you want to break your trust with others?"

"Naturally, I won't break my trust with others, but Monica, you're a ghost!

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