The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Seeing Huo Yan's cold face, as if he would kill him if he dared to say even a word more, he only dared to think about these words in his mind and did not dare to say them out loud. He closed the car door and walked over, "Are you going to a cocktail party later?" Zhao Xiaobai shook his head, "No." "So what the hell are you wearing?" Zhao Xiaobai snorted, "You look so sloppy every day when you go out with the boss? He was happy just by looking at them and started laughing: "You guys got here pret...
Selfish and domineering.
It seemed that his desire for Gu Weiman could never be satisfied, and he could only keep asking for more.
Although he knew it was not a good idea, he would still have the thought of locking Gu Weimian by his side from time to time.
That would be an ideal world, with only him and Gu Weiman and no one else.
But she is so nice...
It made him want it more and more countless times, but he suppressed the thought countless times.
Lin Zhiyun thought to himself: Gu Weimian is really unlucky.
A beautiful, talented, wealthy and well-off girl is targeted by a pervert. Isn't that unlucky enough?
He looked at the man's profile with deep features, thinking about his million-dollar annual salary, and answered quite righteously, "It's impossible to find a man in this world who treats her better than you do."
Huo Yan glanced at Lin Zhiyun indifferently without commenting.
It was not until Gu Weimian's figure disappeared at the entrance of the villa that the man retracted his gaze: "Turn over the hospital's video surveillance."
Lin Zhiyun thought quickly and felt that the man was not talking about the incident at Ning's house, but the incident in the elevator.
"This matter is very simple...just as I just said in the text message."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at him: "Yeah, your ability to express yourself cannot even explain such a simple thing clearly."
Lin Zhiyun: “…”
What's wrong with his ability to express himself?
It’s obviously very good.
Isn’t it just that men are not satisfied with listening to the text description and want to see it live?
Why must his ability to express himself be blamed?
Seeing Huo Yan's cold face, as if he would kill him if he dared to say even a word more, he only dared to think about these words in his mind and did not dare to say them out loud.
Lin Zhiyun silently picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Alas...he could only accept his fate.
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Half an hour later.
Zhao Xiaobai and Jiang Jingchen drove their cars to the entrance of Fumanlou one after another.
As soon as Jiang Jingchen got out of the car, he saw Zhao Xiaobai standing next to the car wearing a black custom-made suit and a pair of black handmade Italian leather shoes.
As if sensing Jiang Jingchen's gaze, Zhao Xiaobai looked at him with deep eyes revealed by the large amount of hairspray she had applied. She nodded slightly with a mature and charming smile on her lips, "Achen."
Jiang Jingchen: “…”
This is totally not the Zhao Xiaobai he knows!
And what the hell is that "Achen"?
Not even calling me brother anymore!
He closed the car door and walked over, "Are you going to a cocktail party later?"
Zhao Xiaobai shook his head, "No."
"So what the hell are you wearing?"
Zhao Xiaobai snorted, "You look so sloppy every day when you go out with the boss? Tsk tsk... The boss doesn't dislike you."
As he spoke, he shook his head and turned his sight to see a black Maybach parked not far away.
When the door of the Maybach opened and Gu Weiman appeared in the car, Zhao Xiaobai walked over quickly.
He pushed Lin Zhiyun away and took over the job of opening the door for Gu Weimian.
He smiled sweetly at Gu Weimian, "Boss."
Every time he smiles, the dimples on his face look especially sweet.
Gu Weimian likes well-behaved "children" the most. He was happy just by looking at them and started laughing: "You guys got here pretty quickly."
She called Jiang Jingchen just before leaving, but she didn't expect Jiang Jingchen and Zhao Xiaobai to arrive earlier than them.
The corners of Zhao Xiaobai's mouth rose more and more: "Since the boss has summoned us, of course we have to rush here as quickly as possible."
As he spoke, he stretched out his forearm to serve as an armrest for Gu Weimian, looking like a gentleman.
When her gaze turned, she happened to meet the dark eyes of the man in the back seat of the car.
The man squinted his eyes and looked at him.
After a second, the man suddenly forced out a cold and disdainful smile.