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Chapter 888 Hongmen Dinner (3)

Otherwise, start from the door.

He thought teenagers were all kind of greenhouse flowers.

Look fair.

Another exquisite monster.

There is no danger of any lethality at all.

But often this kind of understanding is the most deadly place.

Lin Zhaoxia also saw it.

His lips curled up, his hands folded against his chin, he sat there upright, and smiled faintly, "How about uncle, let's talk?"

I know I can't ask any more questions.

Mr. Yan still honestly asked those people to put down their guns.

As soon as the tea is finished.

Facing the words of the boy coming over, he suddenly found it very interesting to look over, and asked, "What does Xiaoxia want to talk about?"

Lin Zhaoxia still smiled lightly, "Let's talk about it, uncle is not really such a thing as Mr. Yan."

Almost at the end of this sentence.

The guns that those people had dropped were raised again in an instant.

The scene seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, and it seemed that if the young man said a few words, he would immediately see blood bloom.

But if no one made it clear, then no one would even think about going out of this private room today.

Obviously Yang Moyan thought so too.

He didn't stop the boy from doing it.

It was the gun that was raised.

His face didn't change like him, and finally his face changed slightly.

But Mr. Yan found it very interesting.

Not only was there no anger, but he even waved his hand between his eyebrows to make them put down the gun, and poured himself a cup of tea. The eyes behind the mirror, which were sometimes slack and sometimes focused, stared at the young man with a smile on his face. The level remains the same, "Xiao Xia really likes to joke. Why isn't Uncle Yan Uncle Yan?"

Lin Zhaoxia remained indifferent, and said with a light smile, "Take off your glasses. What else can a useless pair of glasses do other than camouflage? It's tiring to wear, so it's better to take them off."

These words finally caused cracks in Mr. Yan's unchanging smile.

He squinted his eyes immediately, but he didn't realize that this young man had such a strong perception ability.

It was easy to spot some of his disguises.

When he was discovered, he raised his hand and took off the glasses.

After taking off the glasses.

Mr. Yan's already thin face looked even thinner now.

It also looks more unnatural and weird.

"How do you judge?" He finally stopped pretending, his eyes narrowed, very gloomy, "I'm not the real President Yan?"

He asked the boy.

But Lin Zhaoxia is not judgmental.

Besides, she has never seen who the real Boss Yan is or what he looks like.How is it possible to know?

"Specific judgment? I just pointed out a few points, but I didn't expect that since my uncle has declared himself, it makes Xiaoxia really..." Lin Zhaoxia's eyes were half-closed, a little playful.

Interesting person.

Unknown and dangerous.

The fake President Yan changed his face on the spot, "Are you kidding me!?"

Immediately he raised it again.

The scene seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

Lin Zhaoxia laughed more and more happily.

Even laughed out loud.

"Playing? Xiao Xia doesn't have the guts yet," Lin Zhaoxia said casually, sweeping the muzzles of the guns that were pointing at herself and Yang Moyan, "After all, I cherish my life very much, and I fear pain the most."

Now that the topic has been brought up, Yang Moyan will naturally not sit still and wait for death.

At this time, the door of the private room was suddenly opened, and an attendant broke in from the outside, saying in a panic, "Master! The assistant from before is back, and he brought a lot of people with him!"

The fake Boss Yan stood up immediately, smiling kindly, he was not there at this moment.

(End of this chapter)