Chapter 11: The West Coast
It was another day of spring flowers, and Yang Jian walked on the bustling streets of the West Coast.
The ladies, who were dressed in gorgeous clothes around him, caught his eye from time to time and feasted his eyes.
At this moment, a refreshing sea breeze blew, disturbing his hairstyle, and the messy hair obscured his vision.
As soon as he ran his hand through his hair, another champa flew in with the wind, obscuring his vision once more.
He was just about to burst into a foul mouth, when a tempting smell of perfume inhaled his nose and made him vibrate.
It's a lavender-like scent.
It smells so good, well, Yang Jian smelled it for a long time before he reluctantly took the handkerchief away.
That's when he saw a beautiful woman staring at him.
"Fascinated by my beauty?" The beauty smiled confidently.
"The most beautiful Miss Luo Lian on the West Coast", Yang Jian recognized it at once, and then looked sincere.
"I have a request".
"Please say," the beautiful woman looked at him with interest as she held a young dragon in her arms.
"Xiaosheng has admired Miss for a long time, and I have never had the opportunity to see Miss Fangrong", Yang Jian sighed softly.
"Xiaosheng... Xiao Sheng thought", Yang Jian pointed to the champa in his hand.
"This..." Luo Lian's face immediately turned red, who knew you would take this handkerchief... What will she do, she thought to herself, her heart pounding.
Such a handsome guy, how embarrassed to refuse, Luo Lian immediately changed her mind.
"Then you must take care of it, or Miss Ben will be angry", Lorianne shook her hair and smiled charmingly.
"Then, thank you, Miss", Yang Jian swallowed, folded the handkerchief carefully, and then stuffed it into his pocket.
"Xiaosheng has something to do, let's go first, and I'll see you later, Miss Lorien."
Looking at Yang Jian's figure of turning around and leaving, Luo Lian suddenly seemed to remember something.
"You haven't told me your name yet?"
"You'll know... The figure faded away.
Luo Lian suddenly had a feeling that she was going to be associated with this mysterious man for the rest of her life.
Along the beautiful west coast, Yang Jian walked all the way over, estimating that he was almost at the end.
At this time, the figures of three people appeared in front of him.
A tall middle-aged man,
A skinny young man,
A little Lori,
Three people stood in a row holding on to the railing, watching the scenery in the distance.
Yang Jian scratched his head and walked over.
I saw little Lori pouting, eating a lollipop bigger than her little brain.
Yang Jian patted the middle-aged man's shoulder.
The man turned around and said in surprise, "Head, you're here."
"I said Hans", Yang Jian sighed, "The organization wants you to send a group of backbone members to accompany me for inspection, why did you transfer underage children over."
As he spoke, Yang Jian walked over and touched Little Lori's head, looking like an elder who cared for the child.
"Alas, the economic situation of the organization has greatly improved, so don't you want to do this."
As he spoke, Yang Jian touched the little Lori's head again, and then squatted down, wanting to tease the little Lori.
At this time, the faces of Hans and the young man next to him changed, and they looked at Yang Jian in a daze.
Yang Jian saw a big "well" on the forehead of little Lori.
As soon as he wanted to speak, the little Lori in his arms turned into a little scarecrow at some point.
"What's going on???!!!" , Yang Jian's face changed greatly.
"Don't! Sissi! Hans and the young man shouted hurriedly, but it was too late.
Yang Jian felt a wave of heat gather below him, and then a strong wave of heat sprayed straight up.
Yang Jian was lifted into the air, and the clothes on his body were scorched all at once.
"It's over", Yang Jian's eyes darkened, and then he lost consciousness.