When Song Qingshu saw the saint, he immediately couldn't stand it. Such a girl would definitely be lucky to play once. Song Qingshu has been in Europe for several years and has met many European and American women, but he has never met such exquisite women before. He didn't care that he was in the opera hall in Vienna at this time, so he walked towards the saint.

Of course, Song Qingshu is not alone. He came with a few friends, and everyone also brought a female companion. Seeing Song Qingshu strode over, these people followed him.

There is no such person in the eyes of the Saint. In the organization, except for those in the Elders' House, her attitude will be better. She has never been fake to others. If it is that man, then she will have a different attitude towards Li Yifei and she ignores other men. So when the Saint saw that the other party was greeting him, she refused to leave, so she said lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Uh... Song Qingshu naturally looked good, and after coming to Europe, he spent money very generously. Everyone in the circle knew that his family background was strong and rich. Whether it was to pick up girls or to pay money, Song Qingshu was unambiguous. People in the circle also valued him very much. Not only people from China, but also local women here.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, perhaps some girls in China cannot be impressed by money, but abroad, as long as you have money, you can find more girls who can be relaxed.

This made him very confident. After seeing the Saint, he made up his mind to take her off today, even if he spent more money! In fact, it was because the Saint's appearance was so beautiful.

If she hadn't had a natural temperament that would have kept people from thousands of miles away, countless men would have come to chat with her.

There was only one happy man in the world. At this time, he was standing two or three meters behind her, tilting his head to look at her and the strange man, this hateful man who was in a blessing and did not know how to be blessed, and the saint snorted in his heart.

Unfortunately, Li Yifei didn't come up immediately, and he felt that he had no reason to say anything. After all, the man opposite just came over to greet him, and he couldn't keep clenching his fists and leaning over.

Song Qingshu showed a charming smile that he thought was very charming, and spoke in an authentic London accent, saying, "Hello, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Song Qingshu, and I am from China. Are you here to listen to operas too?"

The saint looked back at Li Yifei, and her beautiful eyes seemed to want to say, "Why can't I understand what this guy is saying?"

Li Yifei laughed out loud. Song Qingshu was a little confused. The saint is an American and speaks American English, but this guy uses British English to talk to her. The saint is polite if he doesn't give him a mouth on the spot.

Shaking his head, Li Yifei still walked over and said to Song Qingshu in Chinese: "Why are you stopping my wife?"

Song Qingshu had already seen Li Yifei. He saw it when the two of them were talking, so when they saw Li Yifei coming over and spoke Chinese language, Song Qingshu's eyes shrank and glanced at Li Yifei up and down. Seeing that Li Yifei was wearing no brand of clothes, but the texture was very good. I'm afraid this set would cost tens of thousands of yuan. No wonder she could get such a beautiful girl.

However, Song Qingshu would not take the other party seriously. His family is very rich, and there are many wealthy and high-ranking officials in his family. Since childhood, Song Qingshu has been a temper that will not be easily convinced by others. So he just looked at Li Yifei and said proudly with his face raised, "I am talking to this beautiful lady."

Li Yifei said oh and said, "Then you tell me."

Song Qingshu wanted to laugh as soon as he heard this. It was a soft persimmon. The white man was tall and tall. He couldn't help but turn his head and smile proudly at his partner. His friend even gave him a thumbs up and made a cheerful move.

Song Qingshu turned his head back and was about to invite the saint to invite her to the best position to watch the opera. This was the solution he had just thought of. Today he spent the highest price to buy a few best positions, just to pretend to be a comparison. He didn't expect to meet such a beautiful girl, so he decided to use this trick, which can not only show his financial resources, but also show his greatness.

According to the openness of European and American women, Song Qingshu felt that he was likely to succeed, but just as he turned around and was about to say this, his eyes shrank, and his eyes fell on Li Yifei's hand. He had already walked to the saint's side, and a hateful hand was lifted up and placed on the saint's slender waist. Looking at the tenseness of his fingers, he seemed to be a little forceful.

Song Qingshu felt the provocation. His lips were tense and his nose wings suddenly contracted a few times. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw that the other party didn't even look at him. He hugged the girl and left, and the pretty girl like a fairy didn't even look at him and followed the man.

Fuck! A fire ignited in Song Qingshu's heart, and he walked up quickly.

"Stop!" Song Qingshu quickly stepped forward and grabbed Li Yifei and the Saint again, his face flushed a little. It was obvious that he thought he had been greatly insulted.

Li Yifei and the Saint stopped. Li Yifei frowned and looked at Song Qingshu, and said a little impatiently: "What?"

Song Qingshu took out a check book from his arms, took out a golden pen, wrote a few words on it, tore off the check and handed it to Li Yifei, and said, "This is ten thousand euros, take the money and leave this woman."

The saint could understand Chinese language, and she also knew the purpose of this person who stopped him. However, since Li Yifei came forward, she did not speak, otherwise she would not have let Li Yifei get his wish just now.

Well, thinking of this, the Saint shook her head in her heart. In fact, Li Yifei suddenly walked over and hugged her waist. The Saint not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but also had a little excitement in her heart. This feeling was very wonderful. She could even feel that after Li Yifei's hands and the skin on her waist were in contact with her clothes, her part was trembling faintly.

This feeling... seems to be good. Before Song Qingshu stopped the two of them again, the Saint's mind was always thinking about this question. Seeing this clown-like man complete a series of actions and handed over a check of 10,000 euros, the Saint suddenly laughed. Her smile seemed to be in full bloom, and her whole body was full of light, which also made Song Qingshu feel shiny in front of him, and he almost drooled.

"Dear, what is he doing?" asked the saint in English. Li Yifei also smiled and said to the saint: "Nothing, he is performing a show."

Song Qingshu's heart was cut again. He shook the check and urged: "If you know the truth, please leave this lady quickly with the money, otherwise..."

"Okay." Li Yifei interrupted the other party and said impatiently: "This is an opera house, not a circus. If you want to be a clown, you have found the wrong place. In addition, for the sake of your compatriots, now you are more honest, and I won't cause trouble for you."

Hum? Song Qingshu almost thought he had heard it wrong. He looked around and seemed to have heard the funnyest joke. However, in the eyes of Li Yifei and the others, this was purely a pretense action.

"Boy, you are very kind and dare to say such things to me in Viana." Song Qingshu pretended to behave, and suddenly his face became very serious, and he said, "If I want, I can let you disappear in Viana at any time."

This level of threat is similar to a mosquito flying by Li Yifei, at most a little buzzing. He and the Saint, one of the highest leaders representing the underground forces of the United States, and the other is the new generation of military kings in China. And he may occupy an extremely important position for many years to come. If something happens to the two, many people will probably be shocked. Maybe they will be earthquakes, so how can the clown on the other side be scared by just one or two words.

Li Yifei replied: "I said, this is my wife, so you'd better not come over and get entangled, otherwise don't blame me for not thinking about the affection of my compatriots."

"You!" Song Qingshu's voice suddenly raised, which attracted the attention of some people around him. He took a breath, focused his head heavily, and said, "Okay, do you think the money is too low? I'll give you 100,000 yuan, you get out of here immediately."

As he said that, Song Qingshu took out the check book again, wrote 100,000 yuan on it, tore it off and handed it to Li Yifei, and said, "One hundred thousand euros have been enough for you to play here for a few months. Boy, please leave quickly if you know the truth."

Li Yifei shook his head, reached out and opened Song Qingshu's hand, hugged the saint with the other hand, and said, "Let's go."

"Don't leave!" Song Qingshu's unfavorable money offensive failed. This is Viana, this is Austria, this is Europe. Not to mention 100,000 euros, a sports car costs only how much. The other party didn't even look at it. He opened his hand. Song Qingshu felt that he had definitely met ****.

No, you can't let the other party leave. He must find the place back. Today, Song Qingshu is going to decide that beauty.

"I said, don't lose the face of Chinese people in such places!" Li Yifei turned around and said, his arm trembled and bounced Song Qingshu away. This is already the limit of Li Yifei's patience. Is it? You have to steal someone else's wife in public. You can do this kind of thing. If you change the place, Li Yifei will directly teach such people a lesson. But after all, this is an opera house, and it is a very high-end place.
Chapter completed!