If it's not Han Qi, who can it be?

The male driver who was staggering on his upper body looked at Han Qi, who looked like a businessman, and he was even more disdainful in his heart.

In his point of view, even if Han Qi is the president of the Han Group, what can he do with a shell president who only knows how to bury his head in things, order his subordinates, and make money in business, is unarmed, and he does not have the electric rod he is afraid of.

After thinking about it like this, the male driver was even more sure that he was kicked just now, and it was only because he was not mentally prepared that Han Qi, the little white-faced man with white skin and tender skin, had a chance.

Therefore, the male driver assumed a posture that he thought was very majestic, took a half-step with his right foot, and leaned forward.

He endured the pain in his lower back, gritted his teeth and withdrew a hand, and then, Han Qi also inserted his hand into his trouser pocket.

But it can only be Dong Shi's imitation.

He thought he was very handsome, with a provocative sneer, and said to Han Qi in a flirtatious tone.

"Yo! Isn't this the Han president of the Han Group? I thought it was some kind of eyeless dog who kicked me, and I was getting ready for a lesson. Unexpectedly, this dog thing is actually Mr. Han! Hahaha! ”

After speaking, the male driver was not afraid of death and got carried away and put his fingers on the corners of his black and yellow mouth, whistled vigorously, and then laughed loudly.

Because of the tummy in the stomach, Assistant Hao, who was leaning against the car door after vomiting from the side of the road, heard the male driver's words, and glanced at their silent, cold, cold, and endless bloodthirsty Mr. Han.

He sighed lowly, sighed twice, shook his head helplessly, silently recited Amen a few times in his heart, and then quietly lit a Kong Ming lantern in his heart for the male driver.

Assistant Hao: Brother die, you actually dare to provoke our Taekwondo has surpassed the ninth level of the black belt Mr. Han, what a good thing, but I wish you good luck in advance, you can ask for more blessings!

However, Assistant Hao, who had just prayed, folded his legs and leaned leisurely against the car door, without blinking his eyelids.

His eyes shone with a thief's light, he stretched his neck, and stared intently at their Korean boss who was walking towards the male driver, quite like watching a Hollywood movie.

Seeing that Han Qi would actually appear here, Ye Lao, who had already stood up, had a slightly incredulous look on his face.

But when Ye Lone's gaze swept over Han Sour, who was sitting on the ground covering her bleeding wound, her heart seemed to have just been hollowed out, dripping with blood and extremely painful.

At this moment, she discarded all the distractions in her mind and fluttered with the wind of black and green silk.

It took Ye Lao less than a few seconds to rush to Han Sour's side, and she knelt down on her knees a little too busy.

Ye Lone's eyebrows were frowned, her reddened eyes were full of apprehension, her hand trembled a little, and she lay down on Han Sour's injured hand, and then, softly and gently, asked Han Sour.

"Does it hurt?"

Han sour looked at Ye Lonely in front of him, he had always been emotionally exposed and flat, and he controlled him very well.

But at this moment, the pure and clear eyes were covered with layers of fog beads.

He knew that the person in front of him was his Ma Ma, even if his father had never told him and Han Tiantian who they Ma Ma was.

But his dad seems to have forgotten what it means to be drunk and spit the truth.

Anyway, just a year ago, their father, who was very good at drinking, somehow got drunk at home on a rare occasion.

Then, he and Han Tiantian inadvertently saw their dazed father sitting at the top of the stairs holding a one-inch red-background photo tightly in his hand, and muttering the word loneliness from time to time in his mouth.

That day, it was also the first time that he and Han Tiantian saw their true face of Lushan after a long wait.

Han sour nose suddenly burst out of irrepressible sourness, since the first time he saw a photo of him numb.

He knew that he would not abandon them for no reason.

Because in the photo, he is numb, beautiful and cheerful, with a bright smile at the end of his eyes, gentle and bright, so moving.

At the moment, she was worried about him.

Although his father is so numb to him now, he believes that he will definitely go home to reunite with them in the future.

Han sour pantothenic acid sniffed slightly on the tip of his nose, and shook his head very obediently and sensibly to reply to Ye Lonely.

"I'm fine, I don't hurt at all, really."