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In less than two minutes, Lin Jiawen's off-road vehicle was already surrounded by those in black suits.

Looking at the situation in front of him, if he left now, it would inevitably be a fierce battle, and this Leng Yihan didn't seem to have any hostility towards him.

If you want to kill him, you will kill him as early as the first time you chased Ye Qingyan's car.

"What? Don't dare to go, scared? ”

Before Lin Jiawen could speak, Leng Yihan said provocative words next to him.

"Whoever is afraid of whom, isn't it just a cup of coffee, Lao Tzu is just thirsty!"

Lin Jiawen's eyes glanced at the people surrounding the front of the car.

Leng Yihan waved his hand, and these "swish" were neatly moved to both sides, making way for the front of the car.

"Go straight and turn right at the first intersection."

As soon as the off-road vehicle left the dense crowd, there were more than a dozen black Audis waiting for them at the intersection ahead, showing them the way.

Lin Jiawen sighed in his heart, fortunately, he didn't think about running away just now, otherwise he would have been on the three floors and the people and cars on the outside three floors.

It's really hard for him to guarantee that he can fight.

What is the identity of the tall thin man next to him, and what is the relationship with Ye Qingyan, so many subordinates, it seems to be on the black road.

Just take the opportunity to go to his office for coffee and observe this person's origins.

Spacious offices, white almost spotless finish, large floor-to-ceiling windows, this is the office building of the Royal Group.

However, this tall and thin man in a coffee-colored trench coat was in the president's office, treating his wounds.

President?

Lin Jiawen curled up lazily in the sofa, his feet crossed on the coffee table, and took a sip of coffee.

"Well, that's good!"

"Ding!" Leng Yihan took out the bullet from his calf, threw it in a teacup, and then carefully treated his wound with gauze and alcohol.

Lin Jiawen sipped his coffee and watched him neatly throw the bloody gauze into a paper basket, without feeling sick or nauseous at all.

On the contrary, I feel that the taste of the coffee is very mellow.

"Are you deliberately treating the wound in front of me, ready to disgust me?"

Leng Yihan raised his eyes to look at the ruffian boy, didn't say anything, and continued to bow his head to deal with the wound.

Lin Jiawen held a coffee cup in his hand, and his eyes kept carefully looking at everything in the office, trying to see any clues.

"Your marksmanship is not bad, come to the Emperor Group, I will give you a good salary."

Leng Yihan's words were beyond Lin Jiawen's expectations.

"No, I have a job and a boss!" Lin Jiawen suddenly got up, raised his hand and touched the edge of the table, it was really spotless.

"You've got a cleanliness fetish!"

"You have discovered this, such a good seedling, how promising it is to develop with me!"

Leng Yihan bandaged his calves and watched the boy add another cup of coffee to himself.

I couldn't see it before, but now the boy in front of him is quite tall, although Leng Yihan himself is very thin and tall.

"Don't, do what I do, I will be laughed at by my peers if I change jobs at will." Lin Jiawen leaned against the coffee table ruffianly and glanced at the bullet in the teacup.

Leng Yihan was about to say something, when a bodyguard's voice suddenly came from outside the office door:

"Mr. Leng, the high-level officials are here, and now the conference room is waiting for you!"

Leng Yihan looked displeased, covered his wound tightly with a bandage, and said to Lin Jiawen:

"You wait here for a minute, there's dessert in the drawer of the coffee table, I'll be here in a moment."

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