Lin Bi's report surprised Lin Jianqi's heart, and he ordered the following to track down the two mysterious warriors who were always chasing after him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two warriors didn't know whether they met intentionally or unintentionally, Lin Jianqi was not narrow-minded to seek revenge, but their shocking kung fu made Lin Jianqi want to recruit him.

Lin Jianqi doesn't think that there are few capable people around him, Lin An is not as good as a martial artist, Lin Jianqi is not moved, it is fake.

"You go out. Lin Jianqi waved his hand, and the French chef wearing a white top hat and the waitress in a kimono next to him all bowed and left.

"This is a photo, Mrs. He ...... with a man" Lin Bi saw that everyone was going out, took out a stack of photos from his arms, and presented them to Lin Jianqi with both hands, wanting to say something, but seeing Lin Jianqi's expression, he hurriedly stopped.

Lin Jianqi, who was blue-faced, snatched the photo, and the photo was not clear, but Lin Jianqi confirmed at a glance that the woman wearing a velvet shawl skirt and pinching a handbag was He Chaohuan, looking at the smile on her face, she must have been in a good mood at that time.

"Say, go on. Lin Jianqi flipped through a photo to see what the man's face looked like.

The man in the photo is about the same height as He Chaohuan, with slender and gentle eyes, a beautiful nose, and fair skin...... A typical little white face.

Lin Jianqi's mood was extremely bad all of a sudden.

He was attacking the city outside, but his own fields were trampled on, and Lin Jianqi even had the idea of flipping the table.

Lin Jianqi, who was expressionless, thought to himself and flipped to the last one.

The man in the photo looks at himself with his eyebrows upside down, giving people a sense of guilt that the other party is aware that he is watching.

"Our people were discovered by the other party using a 200x special camera, and they didn't appear again, the other party's alertness was different from ordinary people, and Boss Feng couldn't get close to him. Lin Bi said regretfully.

"......" Lin Jianqi tapped his fingers on the table.

Lin Feng's "Mile Shark" name is not in vain, 1 mile is equal to 1.852 kilometers (kilometers), such a long range is detected by the other party, that is, the sniper rifle can't deal with this man, which makes Lin Jianqi feel secretly in his heart.

Lin Jianqi has been sharper than ordinary people since he practiced martial arts, and he knows that when kung fu reaches a certain level, he can detect it even if he is looked at by the other party, but if Lin Bi says, then this man is too terrible, even Lin Laifu and He Wuchang may not be opponents.

"We can ask Mrs. He to help......" Lin An said slightly, he was also very curious about the Chinese master in the photo.

"No, don't startle the snake, just pay attention to her. Lin Jianqi hurriedly waved his hand.

Lin Jianqi's current plan is inseparable from He Chaohuan at all, if the lid is lifted, and the two are conflicted, the consequence is likely to be that the relatives and enemies are happy, and a photo of peers laughing does not represent anything, if you ask He Chaohuan, she will underestimate her own strength.

It's better to wait until your plan is over, or if you find solid evidence.

There was a knock on the door, and Lee Jung-woo walked in.

"Sir, the car is ready, and the set has already informed you. Li Zhengyu said expressionlessly.

"That's it!" Lin Jianqi picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, threw it on the table, and got up to leave.

Everyone can see that Lin Jianqi is in a bad mood now, Li Zhengyu glanced at Lin Bi suspiciously, I don't know what he just said, it actually made Lin Jianqi, who has always been peaceful, lose his normal heart.

Lin Jianqi appeared and personally sent Wang Junxian to the Shaw Brothers studio for filming, causing a large group of reporters who received the news to crowd at the door of the studio.

Unfortunately, the stretched sedan without the No. 7 license plate was installed with a single-lens reflex window, so it was impossible to see what was going on inside the car, and the sedan squeezed a large group of reporters into the set, and the security guards on the set left the reporters outside.

Accompanied by assistants and bodyguards from afar, Michael Jackson was wandering around the set, occasionally taking pictures with fans who came over, and Lin Jianqi did not show up for several days, Michael was no matter how willful he was, he couldn't stay in Hong Kong for too long, and he had to go back to Los Angeles, where a bunch of things were waiting for him to deal with.

"MJ, can I take a picture with you?" Liang Shuzhen and Zhong Shuhui, who were filming costume dramas, ran over and asked with a smile.

"OK!" he'd already taken pictures with these two women before, why did he come back?

Michael Jackson was impatient, but he still agreed, hugged his shoulders and lowered his face to take a picture with them, he believed that whoever accompanies countless people to take pictures every day will be impatient, as for the beauties?

Not far away, I saw Liang Shuzhen and Zhong Shuhui pestering Michael, Liang Peiling was holding a photo and looking at it, this photo was a photo of her and Mr. Markle when she was filming two days ago, because the shooting was very good, and it was also on the cover of many magazines.

"Hey?" Suddenly Liang Peiling's shoulder was tapped, and she looked back suspiciously, but she didn't see anyone, "What about the photo?" Liang Peiling turned around again and found that the photo in her hand was gone.

Liang Peiling turned around suddenly, but saw Wang Xuanxian who was watching her coldly not far away, this distance should not be her, but she saw Wang Xuanxian glancing at her coldly and leaving by herself.

"Hmph, if you're sick, you're angry, isn't it just making movies." Liang Peiling looked at Wang Junxian's back, muttered a few words in a sour voice, suddenly remembered the photo of the disappearance, and turned around again.

There's still no one, huh?!

Lin Jianqi flashed Liang Peiling's sight twice, couldn't help but smile, and looked at the photos, including Michael in a red dragon robe and crutches and Liang Peiling in a white costume, not to mention, this photo is a good shot, no wonder it will appear on the cover of many magazines.

"You give it to me!" Turning around abruptly again, Liang Peiling finally saw Lin Jianqi, and shouted as she reached out to grab it.

"A group photo, as for being so nervous?" Lin Jianqi smiled slightly and shook the photo in his hand.

When he came over, seeing that Liang Peiling was a little natural, Lin Jianqi had the idea of playing a prank, and after such a fuss, because of He Chaohuan's irritability, it quietly subsided.

"Lin, Lin Dong, Mr. Lin. Recognizing the person, Liang Peiling lowered her head a little stiffly.

In Liang Peiling's eyes, Lin Jianqi is a figure comparable to Shao Daheng, and she is a little nervous.

"Don't want photos?" said Lin Jianqi.

"Mr. Lin, will you give it back to me?" Liang Peiling twisted the corners of her clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Lin!" Before Lin Jianqi could answer, he found that his Michael Jackson's eyes lit up and rushed over.

"Hi MJ. Lin Jianqi waved casually, but took a step back to avoid Michael's warm hug.

Embracing the strange man, Lin Jianqi instinctively felt a little disgusted.