Upon hearing the reminder, the students of Moining quickly rushed to the side.

Seeing her not moving, she couldn’t care what she was, and quickly pulled her over.

Standing under the curtains, everyone sneaked out and looked around.

At the magnificent door of the Roman Hall, a row of luxury cars suddenly stopped.

Headed by a silver-gray Lamborghini.

The students of Moining took a breath.

“This is Lamborghini Veneno poison, limited to three cars worldwide, and the price is more than five million dollars!”

"It’s not a word!"

Who is Mr. Yan?

Seeing them in awe, Mourning is a fog.

At this time, a bodyguard in a black suit opened the door of Lamborghini.

With a long leg wrapped in trousers, the tall, slender body of the man is exposed to the light.

He is about one hundred and ninety centimeters, and his lean figure is ridiculously ridiculed by a noble suit.

With just one figure, there are countless seconds.

"Mr. Yan!"

The person in charge of Luoman personally greeted him, walked to the front of the man, with one hand behind him, with a gesture of respectfulness, and a sense of awe that the President of the State of Y came.

"It is a great honour to welcome Mr. Yan to Rome."

"Let's be a little flatter, I don't eat this one."

The man’s pure Y language, the voice is a little lazy, and passed away.

It's like a piece of feather falling on the heart, a little numbness.

Mo Ning raised his eyebrows and for the first time in his life he was a little curious about someone.

Like everyone else, she also looked at the past.

"Sir, please."

The man walked in, followed by about twenty black bodyguards.

They are in the same order, in order, and in a protective posture, standing around the mouth of Mr. Yan, the mighty battle is staggering.

What surprised Mourning most was that these bodyguards were armed with guns.

It’s so blatant that it’s so unpredictable.

The strange thing is that no one is surprised.

"Quick, you can see Mr. Yan's face!"

Wen Yan, Mo Ning also looked at the past.

When a beautiful face with gold-rimmed glasses broke into her sight.

She gave a slight glimpse, and the value of Mr. Yan’s face was a bit high, his eyebrows were high, his nose was high, and his lips were slightly red.

This smile is like a finishing touch, and the eyebrows that line his Qing Jun are shining.

Even Mourning, who has never loved beauty, has been amazing.

This is definitely the best one of the men she has ever seen.

What superstar, the supermodel, compared with him, is simply seconds to the dust.

However, his temperament is better than his appearance.

Elegant and elegant.

He converges that powerful gas field very well, leaving only one party gentle and harmless, with the smirk of his mouth, it is easy to make people feel good about him.

Looking at it, suddenly, Mr. Yan turned his head and glanced at it.

"..."

At a glance, the students of Moining fell into a dead silence, and even the face was terrified.

They bowed their heads in unison, and they wanted to find a hole to hide.

Seeing this, although Mourning was puzzled, he also hanged his head, not paying attention to the glimmer of gaze on her head for a second, and then retracted.

In the vast battle, the man left leisurely.

"call……"

When he disappeared, the students seemed to be alive again, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scared me."

"I thought I would be killed!"