Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8352 This is the same root (1)

The man immediately turned around and walked to the end of the hospital corridor. Just as he took one foot, Ji Changmu blocked his way.

Ji Changmu stood with his back against the wall, raised a pair of sharp eyes, his eyes were cold, and scanned the man in front of him up and down.

Although this man was wearing a mask, his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like Yan Jia.

This is the same root.

Seeing that the road was blocked, the man knew that tonight was a bureau, a bureau to invite you into the urn.

The doorway was dim, with no lights, only a few shadowy lights from the windows of the building next door.

The light shone on Ji Changmu's cold face, and he spoke in a low and low voice: "Where is Mr. Yan Feng going?"

The man wearing a mask stared at Ji Changmu without saying a word.

The man's complexion is thin and pale, and it can be seen through the mask that he is not in good health.

The two were very close.

After a long time, the man coughed twice and frowned: "Are you Ji Changmu?"

"Anthracene? Mr. Yan Feng recognizes me?"

"Know a thing or two."

Ji Changmu sneered: "Everyone thought that Mr. Yan Feng was in Europe, but no one knew that you had already returned to Lancheng. Now that you are back, why didn't you come to see Yan Jia in a fair manner? Why didn't you return to the Yan family to regain power?"

"It seems that Mr. Ji specially set up this game for me tonight." The man spoke in a weak voice, coughing while covering his mask from time to time.

Although it is summer, it is windy and cold at night.

Ji Changmu didn't intend to have a long chat with him in this place, so he said indifferently: "Is Mr. Yan Feng free? I know there is a place suitable for chatting. The tea is also good."

Yan Feng nodded without refusing.

Ji Changmu drove him to the hidden tea restaurant.

At this point, there was no one in the restaurant, and it was almost closing time.

Ji Changmu booked a small private room, which was very private, and no one noticed them.

Only then did Yan Feng take off his mask, and sat on the chair in silence, allowing Ji Changmu to pour him a cup of freshly brewed Tieguanyin.

The white teacup, the turquoise tea, the mist rises.

"I don't know if Mr. Yan Feng is used to the tea here, but I like it better." Ji Changmu also poured himself a cup.

He also stumbled upon this tea restaurant by accident. The shop seemed to have been open for a long time, but the location was relatively remote.

Ji Changmu adjusted the tea stove to a suitable temperature, carelessly and slowly.

He glanced at the man in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Not the first time we met.

He followed Yan Jia to visit Yan Feng before.

At that time, Yan Feng was lying on the hospital bed, unconscious.

The man in front of him now does not look very good, his face is as pale as paper, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and he is only in his 30s, but he looks very mature.

Yan Feng also wore a low-key black shirt, he was calm and indifferent, and when he was not speaking, he was full of aura.

It really is not the same kind of person as Yan Jia.

The two brothers looked very different, and Yan Feng was just like what Yan Jia had described, a calm and steady man who could shoulder heavy burdens and responsibilities, and was once the pillar of the entire Yan family.

Yan Feng and Yan Songyuan are also different, Yan Songyuan is obviously more shrewd, but Yan Feng looks more magnanimous.

This family is completely three types of people.

Yan Feng frowned slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: "Mr. Ji has good eyesight. I used to come to this shop often. It is one of the few tea restaurants in Lancheng that I can frequent."

"It seems that I made the right choice."

(End of this chapter)