The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Looking at the momentum of the two people who came in, it was the wave that made people feel very arrogant.

The man on the left has a flat head shaved and is wearing a simple T-shirt. It is obvious that the big-name high-profile style is well-known.

Confident and ostentatious, matched with his handsome and unparalleled face, his slightly frivolous eyebrows all showed his playful look, and his calm expression made people feel sincere and sincere.

The young man on the right is wearing a mask. Compared with the young man on the left, she is slightly undersized, but she cannot be ignored.

Just looking at the jade-like forehead revealed, you can also tell that this person looks good.

Contrary to the picture, probably there is a Husky with a particularly arrogant expression behind the two people...

Nevertheless, the different styles of these two people clearly distinguish them from this group.

Especially the brother brother group on the opposite side, although they are all stylish and generous, they look outstanding compared to ordinary people, but in front of these two people, it seems that they don't need any words, and they are directly overshadowed by the line.

No one on the other side knew these two people yet, but they looked at the teenager wearing a mask very familiar, but he was obviously here to pull the hatred.

Seeing the appearance of Jun Ci and Jiang Yi on the other side, they said silently in their hearts: MD pretends to be!

"what happened?"

Jun Ci walked to Yao Kitten with red eyes and asked softly.

The other side saw it. The young man wearing a thin windbreaker and combing his hairspray head arrogantly lit a cigarette and uttered, "Are you looking for a helper?"

Jiang Yi glanced at the group of people slightly, and found that they didn't know each other.

Obviously a group of people who don't even have the qualifications to know him.

Yao Kitty didn't speak yet, Fu Ziyan pointed at them a little bit angrily: "Boss, they bully!"

Seeing Boss and Jiang arriving together, a big rock in Fu Ziyan and the others instantly dropped.

"What do we mean by bullying?" The young man squinted his eyes, and deliberately spit out a cigarette: "Make it clear that the beauties are the ones who did it first."

"But...you are the first to find trouble!"

Fu Ziyan's face flushed, angrily.

The smoke was flying in the limited space, and it was inhaled into the lungs in an instant. When he smelled the choking smell of smoke, Junci's brows were slightly narrowed.

Jiang Yi, who had been staying next to him and hadn't spoken, stepped in front of Jun Ci and looked at the smoking man with a smile, "Pinch the cigarette."

He speaks in a direct and imperative tone, the kind that has no room for negotiation.

The man seemed to be stunned, and he looked at the people around him in disbelief, and then a group of people burst into laughter: "Man, who are you, you can pinch? If I listen to you, I don’t want to. Is it face-saving?"

He originally wanted to show an arrogant look, but found that Jiang Yi was taller than him and could not show a condescending aura. What a man disliked most was to face someone taller than himself. The youth’s original smile turned gloomy, but Unwilling to show his timidity, he lifted it up: "You beat my brother. It's impossible to forget about it. Think about how you plan to compensate."

"Sir, we can sit down and solve it slowly."

The hotel's service staff couldn't even intervene in the face of a group of elder brothers, and now smiled stiffly and made a suggestion, but no one responded.

Jiang Yi saw that he could not smoke the cigarette when he was talking. He narrowed his eyes and fisted his hand. When he moved, he wanted to punch someone, but he was instantly held down by the person next to him.