Deliberate seduction, Mrs. Pei also wants a divorce tonight

At this time, the man who had previously discussed the logo asked Vivian: "Ms. Green, do you have any other requirements for the wine label design?"

Vivian paused and hesitated for a moment: "Let me think about it. We'll meet again on Wednesday."

Pei Yao stared at the lighter for a moment, then turned and left.

James opened the car door for him at a distance, feeling a little scared. He came over in vain, fearing that the boss would vent his anger on him the next second.

During the break in discussing the wine list just now, their people looked for Lu Qi in the winery, but they didn't have any information about him, let alone the person.

Pei Yao got into the car, his expression showing no change.

Just as James was about to close the car door, he saw Pei Yao giving him a white sign.

James gritted his teeth and leaned his head towards the car window: "Sir?"

Die or die!

The boss's wife is missing. You can imagine how angry he is. Today is Christmas, and he has to go back home injured to celebrate.

However, James was a little surprised when he heard what Pei Yao said in front of him...

Five minutes later, the CEO of Difan Marketing Company, who designed the wine label, walked out of the winery and was invited to the car as soon as he arrived at the door.

Following James's description, the boss glanced at the people in the car with confusion: "Mr. Cui is interested in trademark design?"

"Of course not." Pei Yao smiled faintly and slowly pulled up the car window that was not open to the outside.

After a moment, the boss left with the fleet of Rolls-Royces to discuss plans with the new boss. There was nothing good about Christmas.

-

Inside the estate, snow covered the grape vines on the mountain.

The aunt came into the house carrying a basket of grapes.

In the living room of the villa, the fire in the fireplace burned more and more vigorously. The aunt looked over and saw the beauty sitting on the blanket facing the fire, leaning her head against the wall and throwing wood into the fireplace.

But as if he was absent-minded, he grabbed something and threw in even the Christmas tree branches.

"Hey, don't throw it away. If it burns again, the house will burn down. It's Christmas today. Who will come up the mountain to put out the fire for you?"

Lu Qi came back to his senses, collected himself, glanced at the TV, and complained, "This year's San Francisco Christmas Parade is really ugly."

"I think you're so bored that you want to join the parade yourself."

The aunt put down the basket and pointed at the radar-like watch on Lu Qi's hand: "Don't even think about it. If you dare to leave the manor more than 50 meters, the security team will drop a bomb here."

Lu Qi pursed his lips and looked up at the radar controller in his hand.

A new type of handcuffs, specially designed to monitor international criminals with special identities, is quite common in American blockbusters.

Her privacy will not be interfered with, but she cannot run out of the surveillance range.

But the manor is huge, covering an entire mountain, but there is no one there, only the aunt.

Visitors are allowed but they need to report to the authorities.

Lu Qi didn't struggle: "I don't want to run away either." Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. Two years have passed in a flash.

Grab the grapes that the aunt just picked.

Lu Qi peeled one and ate it.

Then I heard the aunt say, "There's a lot of frost this year. If you make ice wine, the price of your favorite one will double next year."

Lu Qi paused holding the grapes. The ice wine had a refreshing taste, and her delicate stomach was only adapted to it.

Putting down the grapes, Lu Qi took the cake handed to him by the aunt, the Black Forest.

I put my nose close to it and smelled it, and it smelled like burnt charcoal. "Lucy, did you not control the heat well when you grilled it? Why do I feel like it's all burnt?"

After saying that, Lucy didn't respond for a long time.

Looking up, Lucy was staring at the closet with a frown on her face.

Then, he replied quietly, "Ancestor, did you just throw something flammable in there?"

Lu Qi blinked and followed Lucy's gaze. The closet was now filled with smoke.

A puff of smoke drifted over, and Lu Qi coughed a few times. What did she just throw away? Was it a strong liquor?

When I came to my senses, the smoke had filled the entire living room.

Lucy pulled her out and ran. She turned around to get the fire extinguisher outside the door, but as soon as she pulled the pin, she pulled it off completely.

Lu Qi twitched his lips: "Hasn't this thing been serviced for a year?"

Lucy looked at her: "Three years." Who knew there would be a fire!

In desperation, Lu Qi looked at the increasingly intense flames inside and called the security team.

Half an hour later, on the manor lawn.

A sturdy white old man stood next to the helicopter. After listening to the reports of the two firefighters, he asked them to return to the helicopter.

The old white man held the black bottle of rum, but surprisingly it didn't explode. He was quite helpless: "Miss Lu, it's a big holiday, and I'm on vacation. If you are bored, go to the mountains and ride a horse."

"It was an accident, a complete accident!" Lu Qi was covered in dust and dirt, looking like a little cat. Feeling quite embarrassed, he grabbed the bottle with his gloves and threw it into the trash can.

The old white man sighed and shook his head. "Would you please just stay put? I'll be retiring in two years, and your surveillance period will be up. By then, we'll both be well and alone. Until then, please don't cause any trouble during my term."

"Director Ster, I really am not trying to cause trouble. If I wanted to, why not just hack into your headquarters?" Lu Qi comforted patiently.

The old white man was too lazy to say anything to her and turned around to climb onto the helicopter.

After thinking about it, he said something more: "By the way, are you familiar with the Losa Group?"

"I'm not familiar with it. My understanding of it is only based on verbal conversations. What's wrong?" Lu Qi looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man shrugged. "Nothing much. Lately, the Losar Group has been trying to get information from their superiors about us. They seem to be investigating something, but their locations are rather scattered, so it's hard to tell what their target is. However, several high-ranking officials from the Losar Group have been in San Francisco these past two days. I have a feeling they're looking for you."

"Looking for me? What is there for me to look for?" Lu Qi didn't care and watched the old man get on the plane.

Through the window, the old man suddenly asked again: "By the way, do you still have your memory?"

Lu Qi smiled, didn't reply, and waved: "Merry Christmas, New Year's Eve is coming soon, I wish you a happy New Year too!"

"Don't worry, I'm definitely happy. I'll turn off my phone for the New Year, so don't contact me!"

As the helicopter took off with a spiral sound, smoke and dust rose from the surrounding ground.

Lu Qi turned around and saw Aunt Lucy coming over. Like her, she was covered in soot, her face was dirty, and her hands were charcoal black. She wiped her hands with her clothes.

"There's no Christmas dinner tonight, let's have sandwiches."

Lu Qi took a breath of cold air: "......"

-

three days later.

In the winery office, Vivian was discussing the trademark design with the CEO of Difan.

Since it was not a formal business meeting, the boss handed her a cigarette during the chat time. Vivian took it and took out a specially designed Cartier lighter.

The boss took a quick glance and casually asked, "Ms. Green, is this lighter custom-made? I've never seen anything like it before."

Vivian nodded and lit a cigarette: "I don't know, it was given to me by someone. She quit smoking and left it to me."

The boss's honest expression seemed to understand: "Oh, a friend gave it to you?"

Vivian smiled and replied, "Ancestor."