Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 446 The Male Protagonists’ White Moonlight 8

When the scene of Su Wanwan being taken away by the FBI was frozen in the camera of the live broadcast car on the streets of New York, Meng Qiqi was sitting in an open-air cafe on Fifth Avenue, stirring the cappuccino in her cup with a silver spoon.

The rose pattern outlined on the milk foam gradually faded, just like her nonchalant yet sharp smile at the moment - the real-time surveillance sent by Xiaojiu showed that Su Wanwan's breakdown and crying in the police car had spread to the global entertainment headlines through anonymous channels.

The phone suddenly vibrated on the marble table, and six unread messages popped up at the same time.

Fu Chenzhou's message was brief and dangerous: [Anyone who dares to touch me will regret coming into this world]; Jiang Xu sent a long list of transnational legal clauses, with the words [A New York law firm has been arranged to follow up] at the end; Ji Nange was silent for a long time, and only sent a photo of a piano score, which was the "Hunting Song" he composed overnight.

"Do you need me to help you clear these message bombardments?" A male voice with a lazy smile suddenly came from behind.

Meng Qiqi turned around and saw Lu Chen leaning on a carved iron chair. The hem of his black windbreaker was stained with snowflake special effects from the set. Under the actor's signature gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of peach blossom eyes that were insightful.

He held the script between his slender fingers, and there were still traces of blood special effects from filming on his knuckles.

"How come Mr. Lu is free?" Meng Qiqi raised an eyebrow and placed her phone upside down on the table. "Isn't the new movie filming in the Canadian mountains?"

She looked at the "snowflakes" on Lu Chen's shoulders that had not yet fallen off, and suddenly noticed the bandage faintly exposed on his neck - that was definitely not a prop.

Lu Chen gracefully took off his gloves and accepted the espresso handed to him by the waiter: "I heard that someone encountered some trouble in New York. As a 'friend', I finished filming early."

He spun the coffee cup, and the water droplets on the cup wall drew a winding path. "Also, I remember someone said that the nightlife in the United States is more exciting than in China?"

Before he could finish his words, a sharp brake sound suddenly came from the distance.

Seven or eight hooded men filed out of a commercial vehicle. The man in the lead waved a switchblade and glanced at Meng Qiqi. "Did you report Yoha?"

Lu Chen slowly put down his coffee cup and unbuttoned his windbreaker to reveal the neatly ironed haute couture suit underneath.

When he stood up, he created a gust of wind that rolled the napkin on the table into a sharp paper blade.

"Sir," he said in a voice so gentle that it seemed as if he was reciting a line, "using a knife in front of a lady is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Meng Qiqi held his arm and took out a lipstick from her handbag.

The bright red of Dior 999 was particularly eye-catching in the night. She touched up her makeup facing the blade, letting the coolness of the metal brush against the corner of her lips. "Didn't your boss tell you that I'm always surrounded by protectors?"

She suddenly threw her lipstick at the street lamp. Amid the sound of shattering glass, Lu Chen leaped up like a black panther, and his long legs swept across the strong man's neck.

The moment the melee broke out, Meng Qiqi hid behind Lu Chen, but did not forget to take out her mobile phone to record the scene.

In the camera, Lu Chen's windbreaker fluttered during the fight, and his gold-rimmed glasses were taken off at some point, revealing the enchanting red marks at the corners of his eyes.

He precisely controlled the enemy's joints, and his movements were as smooth as an action scene - but in Meng Qiqi's eyes, those deliberately exposed flaws were clearly waiting for her to "rescue the beauty".

"That's enough." Meng Qiqi suddenly raised her phone, six missed calls flashing on the screen. "If you don't leave now, in five minutes the FBI and NYPD will have this place completely surrounded."

She shook the "injured" photo of Lu Chen on her phone, and then called up the location of Fu Chenzhou's multinational security team. "Why don't you guess how many of these people are prepared for you?"

The strong men looked at each other, cursed, and got into the car.

Lu Chen straightened his messy shirt and suddenly leaned close to her ear: "Now, tell me, how big of a trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, but Meng Qiqi noticed the blood oozing from his back—the wound under the bandage was clearly real.

The roar of a helicopter could be heard in the distance, and Fu Chenzhou's private plane was hovering at a low altitude.

Meng Qiqi looked at Lu Chen's meaningful smile. The number of participants in this game has increased from six to seven.

The air waves raised by the helicopter propeller blew Meng Qiqi's long hair into a mess. She raised her head and met Fu Chenzhou's sinister gaze in the cabin.

The man's knuckles turned white as he held his sunglasses, and Jiang Xu's figure holding a telescope was looming behind him - obviously, the six-person "race" ended with Fu Chenzhou's private plane arriving in New York first.

"I said, don't let me find you." Fu Chenzhou's voice came from the loudspeaker wrapped in electricity, with an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Meng Qiqi made a brilliant V sign to the sky and let Lu Chen put the suit jacket on her shoulders.

The sound of police sirens in the distance was getting closer. The strong men who were half-crippled by Lu Chen were being handcuffed by the NYPD. The leader was still cursing: "Su Wanwan, that bitch..."

These words fell accurately into Fu Chenzhou's ears.

His temples throbbed as he watched Meng Qiqi and Lu Chen walk side by side towards the police car. He suddenly untied his tie and said, "Get the car ready. Let's go to the police station."

At this moment, Jiang Xu had already sent the identity information of all the attackers to the FBI director's email through satellite positioning; Ji Nange was sitting on the second arriving private plane, using hacking methods to access the hospital surveillance to confirm the authenticity of Lu Chen's wound.

Three days later, the VIP channel of Pudong International Airport was filled with reporters holding cameras.

Meng Qiqi wore a high-end cheongsam dress with ink-wash pattern, and the jade bracelet on her wrist and the diamond necklace around her neck complemented each other.

She walked down the gangway holding Lu Chen's arm, followed by six men wearing sunglasses and with a strong aura - this scene made the paparazzi press the shutter frantically, and the topic of the seven people returning home together in the next day directly became a hot search.

"Did Mr. Lu suddenly interrupt filming and return to China because of his rumored mysterious girlfriend?"

The reporter's question caused a brief silence at the scene.

Lu Chen chuckled and tucked the strands of hair by Meng Qiqi's ears behind her: "Just sending an important friend home."

His movements were natural and intimate, but they made Fu Chenzhou's clenched fists behind him make crackling sounds.

Jiang Xu stepped forward to block the camera, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. "Everyone, Miss Meng just got off a long flight. Please make way."

Xu Mingyuan behind him has already started transferring money to the heads of major media outlets, demanding the removal of all unauthorized photos; Zhou Lin has launched a special "encounter with celebrities" project on the live broadcast platform, deliberately diverting netizens' attention.

When we returned to the Meng family's old house, the sunset dyed the entire villa into honey color.

Meng Qiqi leaned on the carved railing and watched the six men in the garden secretly competing with each other - Fu Chenzhou was competing with Lu Chen in shooting, Ji Nange was adjusting the antique phonograph he brought, Jiang Xu and Gu Nanzhou were studying a business cooperation case in the study, and Xu Mingyuan was teaching Zhou Lin how to play Texas Hold'em, but the chips were limited edition game skins.

"Host," Xiaojiu's voice suddenly rang out, and a dense stream of data popped up on the holographic interface. "Su Wanwan was released on bail in New York! The bail came from an anonymous account, and..."

It paused, then switched to a hospital surveillance video. "Lu Chen's wound was a gunshot wound. Someone did deliver a mysterious potion to his ward three days ago."

Meng Qiqi paused while stroking the jade bracelet.

She looked at Lu Chen's elegant figure cutting steak downstairs. The man raised his eyes and looked at her with a meaningful smile.

The roar of a helicopter landing was heard in the distance, and another uninvited guest arrived.

After returning to the room, Meng Qiqi took off her earrings in front of the mirror on the dressing table, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold pearls.

Xiaojiu's holographic interface appeared and disappeared in the mirror, and the jumping data stream was like a restless blue flame.

"Is that mysterious man Lu Chen?" She screwed the lipstick back into the tube, her tone as certain as if she had already read the script.

In the mirror, the teardrop mole at the end of her eye trembled slightly as she raised her eyebrows. "Ever since he appeared on the streets of New York, all the coincidences have been too deliberate."