This is evasive.

Gao Leng gave a sneer and looked at the smiling Tai Chi in front of Mr. Cao. He didn't speak, just looking at him. At the same time, more than a dozen cameras were all aimed at Mr. Cao.

There is a visual sense that every word you say can be broadcast.

The old man is even more ruthless. He stood directly in front of Mr. Cao and adjusted the focus sharply on his face. With such a shooting method, not to mention Mr. Cao's heart is guilty, even if he is not imaginary, let him take pictures. Heart disease comes.

Facing the camera and facing people, the feeling is different.

Behind the lens represents the eyes of thousands of people, while the lens of the Gao Leng team means the eyes of hundreds of millions of people.

Cao always unnaturally stretched out his hand to block the camera subconsciously, but with so many cameras around, can he block it again?

"Cao, I know you have a lot of customers, but I can't help you think about it, and where is Yan Jiucheng?" Although Gao Leng said politely, there was no room for negotiation.

It's just a step for the grass.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Cao nodded quickly, and glanced at the camera around the circle: "Then I will check it, but..." His eyes rolled: "But it will take some time."

So scheming, Gao sneered, thinking.

time? Still delayed, let alone Yan Jiucheng, can't even catch the root hair.

"how long it takes?"

"This..." Mr. Cao winked at the twins. The twins pressed Gao Leng's arm together, and said softly, "It must be very soon. Anyway, our sisters will accompany Mr. Gao. It's not a solution to the boredom. Come on, please go to the elegant room, President Gao."

With this pressure, two waves of meat bombs hit the left and right arms numbly. The two of them stretched out their fingers and pointed at the elevator, pushing Gao Leng towards the elevator with slight force.

An intern’s eyes straightened, looking at the two lumps that were deformed on Gao Leng’s arm, and then seeing that the two sisters were really carved out of a mold, different from the girls who were only wrapped in scarves in the hall just now. Both of them are wearing cheongsams, but they are very high apart. The two beautiful legs are surprisingly consistent. The shadows and lines under the cheongsam are even more seductive.

"Yes, yes, Shuangshuang and Feifei, accompany reporter Gao to the hot springs or sing or sing, or play ball games." Cao said quickly.

This is obviously a delay.

Gao Leng should have refused right away, but he hesitated for a moment, and looked at the stunners on the left and right. This hot spring and singing are understandable. Playing ball? !

"What kind of ball?" He couldn't help but ask more.

"A little game." Both stretched out hands to hold Gao Leng's hand, and then moved to the two **** on his chest: "It's just a little game, play ball."

...

Gao Leng understood. He looked down at this young girl, and couldn't help but sigh, why is such a beautiful woman doing this? There are many beautiful women, and many **** ones.

But just looking at it will make you horny, and you want to be ruined immediately under your body, not many.

This pair of Shuang Feifei is such a woman. Every random action is very charming. No wonder it is said that the women inside are all trained. Women who can sit in the position of the twelve oiran are naturally good.

Whether it is appearance, figure, education or technology, it is definitely the upper level. As for the upper level of this technology, to be honest, I haven't experienced high cold.

It's just a simple gesture of putting the cold hand gently on the chest, and then vomiting Ruolan so softly, "It's just a little game", but it reveals infinite ambiguity. Leaning against Gao Leng's body.

"President Gao, go, let's go play ball." Feifei smiled flatteringly, and the two wanted to go to the elevator holding Gao Leng's hand.

"Sorry." Gao Leng said with a cold face, took his hand out of Shuangshuang Feifei, took out the phone and lowered his head for a few seconds, then stretched out in front of Mr. Cao. When Mr. Cao glanced at it, he saw an unposted message on Gao Leng's Weibo: a photo of naked women walking on the T-stage in the Chuwu Hall, with a group of men holding signs next to them.

President Cao's face collapsed at once.

"The first one, look at it too." Gao Leng reached out and dialed, and posted the first Weibo at the door, in a few simple words: here. There have been more than 3,000 comments on this Weibo in just five minutes.

The influence of high cold can be seen every second, and the carrion case is still fermenting.

Here, Mr. Cao couldn't help but read a sentence, his eyes were below the text, Gao Leng turned on location tracking, and the address was clearly written on it: XX Street Chu Wujing Xiuyuan.

This message is enough, if you add this picture and send it out...

There is no need to say a word, Hue Wu has been exposed.

Being exposed by Gao Leng is not a joke. He is in the limelight now, and the Caesars Group has been taken down by him, let alone a nightclub.

"Cao, how long will it take you to find out Yan Jiucheng?" Gao Leng waved his phone and asked.

"I'll look for it now, look for it now." The smile on Mr. Cao's face can only be described with a horrified smile. He attached and waved to the entourage behind him, who quickly stepped forward towards Gao Leng Deeply bent over: "General Manager Gao, I am the account manager of Chuwu. As you know, we have a lot of customers and there are more than 300 private rooms. I will find them as soon as possible."

With that said, the account manager and Mr. Cao looked at each other, and the account manager’s eyes were full of worries. It can be seen that the people above have not moved. Yeah, it's only a few minutes? Not to mention that the guests inside are not rich or expensive, so it is impossible to tell everyone to evacuate at a stall like this.

It seems that this old treacherous thing is still thinking about delaying time. He gave a cold sneer and put his phone in his pocket: "Cao, you have to figure it out. It's not me who begs you now, it's you who are begging me and excuse me. There is a price to pay. I'll give it to you, fifteen seconds."

Fifteen seconds? A thin layer of sweat came out of Cao Yuan's head, and the account manager immediately greeted him, and bent down deeply again towards Gao Leng: "Fifteen seconds? How is this possible? Gao, are you embarrassing me?"

"Ten seconds."

"This... Mr. Gao, you don't want to rush to find someone for a while..."

"nine."

...

Cao Zong and the account manager looked at each other and started to panic.

"Eight." Gao Leng turned on the phone again.

"Seven." The phone's Weibo was clicked.

Offended a Yan Jiucheng, he is the king of connections, offended him...

"Six." Gao Leng edited the news again, smiled, lifted it up and stretched out in front of President Cao.

The sweat on the head of the grass is big and big, and there is a rule for hoeing. Keeping secret is the most important part of hoeing for survival. Come here to have fun. If anyone wants to find you, you can find it. Who will come in the future?

This is not a problem that offends Yan Jiucheng, it is a credit problem of a nightclub.

"Five." Gao Leng's fingers stretched to the "send" button.

Grab a cold cell phone? Obviously this is a stupid thing that a child would do. Cao always looked at the bodyguard behind Gao Leng and thought. Since people can bring bodyguards, they are fully prepared, and they sent that Weibo when they entered Chuwu...

"Four." Gao Leng's voice became impatient.

Sending that Weibo, if you kill Gao Leng, it would be tantamount to telling the world what happened to him in the afternoon.

"Wait." President Cao suddenly gritted his teeth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then moved closer to Gao Leng. He stretched out his hand and pointed aside: "Mr. Gao, can you... take a step to speak?"

Take a step to speak?

"When you get to the private room, don't worry, it will only take you one minute, one minute." Cao always pointed to a nearby private room and said.