The person who posted the post carried some ridicule.

Said that the family who was persecuted by the Lan family was also bad luck for eight lifetimes.

This information was only treated as nonsense. At that time, the information was mixed and the administrator did not delete it. Instead, Qiao Jin picked it up from the corner.

After listening to Qiao Jin's narration, Song Yanqing smiled: "It seems that my guess is correct."

Qiao Jin: "If there is any mistake, you have to see the exact talent line. It is impossible to tell from the pictures searched."

Song Yanqing responded quickly: "A few days later, it will be the birthday of the grandmother. They usually don't invite outsiders. The Lan family must be there. I will take you there. It's me. They will not refuse."

Qiao Jin thought for a while: "It's okay."

After a sudden attack, and it was observed from a close range, then I would know if the Lan family had any problems.

When Qiao Jin was speaking, she heard the slight wind and car noises from Song Yanqing, she was a little curious: "Are you outside now?"

Song Yanqing's clear voice came: "Well, do something outside."

Qiao Jin didn't ask carefully, Song Yanqing said a few words briefly and hung up the phone.

He is in a balcony restaurant, which is very tall, where you can see the scenery below the building.

He also held a book in his hand and wore glasses connected by golden silk threads. He was full of extravagance while shaking. The whole person was elegant and cold. Like the Qingjun noble son who came out of the painting, he made a big man sitting at the table opposite him. The young lady has looked straight.

She has been staring at him for ten minutes, her heart beating.

This is exactly the dream type of all women. She almost wanted to muster the courage to step forward and ask for a phone number. However, a tall bodyguard standing in front of Song Yanqing looked very uncomfortable.

When she just wanted to go up, she had already been stopped once.

The young man who came out of the painting didn't even turn his eyes, but looked at his book intently.

Not in English, like other foreign books.

It is simply the best in the world.

"Om—"

The arrogant roar came from the bottom. The sound of a sports car is not surprising in a big city, but such a noisy sound can make people who like quietness startle for no reason.

Song Yanqing didn't blink his eyes, his slender fingertips turned over a page with a special fragrance, but what appeared in his ears seemed to be another world.

"Damn--Joanna has to let us stay here for a few more days. If nothing else, the girls from China are still strong enough--"

Sitting on the red supercar, a foreign man was on the phone, his tone was full of arrogance.

He parked under the building, "Fine, I know, I’ll come over here when I pick her up, you will prepare the goods for me, and everyone will come together later. Fuck, Joanna doesn’t want us to **** those things, say **** With more hallucinations and bad things, can our bodies still be unable to handle it? Her brother is dead, and now she is crazy and likes to be nosy—"

After he said this, his eyes stared suddenly.

His eardrums seemed to be suddenly magnified countless times, and he heard the chaotic sounds of the world coming, the noise was loud enough to make him want to explode irritably.

In such an atmosphere, he suddenly heard a very soft whisper with a soothing taste, like the temptation of the abyss, and like an angel's chant, which made people unable to refuse.

"Drive, keep going forward, it will calm you down and you won't hear such noisy noises again."