It is a matter of whether his mixed-race goddaughter is dead or alive, but Xiao Lingyun has become the best bet, and Lu Qingyang only feels sad. Only Xiao Lingyun's pure, vigorous Xuanyin Qi could give her more hope of living and withstand the refining process that might come. But Shen Zixin was not wrong, doing so was tantamount to sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

It's a real dilemma.

At that moment, a commotion erupted in the crowd on the nearby dance floor, and people pushed and shoved each other and backed away, as if to make way for some big man.

"Damn it, he's here." Shen Zixin grabbed the tequila in front of him and drank it all, and complained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'll be an outsider soon, it's inconvenient for me to participate in your conversation, I'll go first." ”

Hearing this, Lu Qingyang turned his head to look over. Under the shroud of a giant stone monument, the fear of escaping for survival spread in the hearts of everyone, and the crowd involuntarily split into a gap. Like the Red Sea, which was divided by Moses, this strong sense of oppression is like a hungry fox suddenly jumping into a warm chicken coop in winter.

Xiao Lingyun was dressed in a leather suit of the Shachi brand, with a body of nearly two meters and shoulders more than twice as wide as most men, which made people feel frightened. The enveloping toad mirror hid his eyes, which he never showed out of sight. With his long black hair falling back from the front of his hairline and a handsome face underneath, he combines the demeanor of an ancient Qingqiu fox demon with the wild atmosphere of a modern biker rider, showing the dignity of being born as a king and the cruel fate of killing endlessly.

The aura of black death that haunts him is his signature calling card, recognizable at a glance.

Swept away by Xiao Lingyun's indifferent and oppressive gaze, Lu Qingyang couldn't help but raise the dark beer in his hand and poured it violently. It seems that if he doesn't do something, he will feel helpless under this pressure.

He cursed at God. Let's hope I didn't make a mistake this time.

On the other side, in the newspaper office of a newspaper office, Yan Xiaojing raised her head and looked at the editor-in-charge who was sitting on her desk, and happened to find that the other party's squinting gaze was poking straight into her V-neck. It was a look she was all too familiar with, and she had met it this morning and noon. The men's gaze was like that of a snake, and they hated not to get between her necklines.

"Isn't it, Xiaojing, you're working overtime again? Do you want to fight so hard," the director asked in a low voice.

"Well, Su Pan. Didn't you leave either? ”

Why don't you go home with your chubby wife and two runny children? Yan Xiaojing silently added a sentence in her heart.

"What are you doing?" This is obviously looking for words.

"It's just to give Gan Ha a a look at the report on local bribery, and I promised to help him change it." Yan Xiaojing had no choice but to deal with it.

"You know, there's a better way to make me look the other way for you. You've done a great job, and you can do even better. ”

These words were too obvious, which made Yan Xiaojing feel deeply offended. yes, she doesn't have to guess what the way is. This kind of endless harassment simply annoyed her, why do these men often mistake recruiting people for pretentiousness?

This kind of pretentious man always likes to play the appearance of a suave man. However, their terrifying performances don't really move anyone other than to make the scene more embarrassing and the atmosphere of the conversation awkward and ridiculous.

"Su Pan, have you read my email? This afternoon I went to the police station and talked to Song Wentana and Gong Bi. They recently seized two modified heavy firearms from drug dealers. They thought there must have been an arms dealer who had reached in. ”

Often at this time, Yan Xiaojing has to struggle to maintain this atmosphere that is about to collapse. But these fools who think they are amorous don't know anything about their ugliness. Usually at times like these, men think that they are the perfect, chic appearance they imagined they were, rather than the embarrassingly funny appearance of reality.

Su Pan completely ignored Yan Xiaojing's efforts to steer the topic on the right track, but patted Yan Xiaojing on the shoulder: "You just need to do a good job in the office, leave the crime investigation or something to us men to worry about, we don't want anything to happen to your beautiful face." ”

When he withdrew his hand, he didn't forget to take advantage of it, and at the same time smiled, his eyes were fixed on Yan Xiaojing's closed lips, and his eyes were misty. Like a pig that eats chaff, of course in his own imagination, he must be suave.

It's been two whole years! Yan Xiaojing thought angrily. Since the day I accepted this job, it seems that it has become a daily routine to endure this obsessive look!

KFC packed paper bags too! Next time, she would cover her head with a paper bag before talking to him and asking him to look at the fried chicken on the bag, or she could put a picture of Mrs. Su Pan on the front of the bag.

"Need me to drive you home?" He asked.

Unless there are coconuts and lemons in the sky, you old pervert. Yan Xiaojing said in her heart.

Many times, Yan Xiaojing is really confused, and when men pat each other on the back in the interaction of social relations, they are really good at observing words and feelings. The slightest expression or phrase of a man in the upper position can be observed in detail by the man in the lower position.

Yan Xiaojing found after witnessing it many times that at such a time, men are like old husbands and wives who have slept in the same bed for decades, and the tacit understanding often makes Yan Xiaojing confused.

However, if such a man is in front of a woman, he is completely different. Yan Xiaojing sometimes doesn't understand whether the other party can't read her expression of rejection, or if the man will take this kind of brazenness as a kind of fun.

"No, thank you." Yan Xiaojing turned her head to the computer screen, hoping that Su Pan would be a little self-aware and knew that she didn't want to deal with him. Although in many cases, men are not as good as pets at home. Pets can often read your face when you come home and even know how your day outside is going.

However, this time it was okay, and Su Pan finally left, probably to Sam's House across the street. Many of the newspaper's reporters go there for a drink before they go home. This is Pattaya, Thailand, and it's not a good place for journalists to make a big splash, and Bangkok's political movements don't often spill over here. Ke Supan's group of people like to pretend to be people of insight who shoulder great social responsibilities.

On weekdays, they always like to gather at Charlie's house and enthusiastically talk about their "brilliant" achievements in well-known newspapers. Most of them are the same as Su Pan: they are middle-aged, have spent half their lives in mediocrity, and have some small abilities but cannot take charge of them alone. Pattaya is not small and close to Bangkok. All kinds of crimes, gangsters, drug trafficking and sex ~ sex trafficking, the endless sordid deeds are enough for this group of people to keep busy. It's just that the Pattaya Express is not the Bangkok Times after all, and they will never win the journalism award from the King of Thailand himself.