First Lady

There was a smile on the corners of Nalan Yan's lips, his appearance was clear and handsome, and his facial features were not particularly outstanding, but the combination made people look very comfortable, as if he had some kind of magical power, and he couldn't move his eyes when looking at him.

He has a bookish air, like a professor in a university who teaches and educates people with books and chalk, and holds a folding fan like a handsome young man full of beautiful articles.

If you just look at him, you will never believe that he is a gangster leader licking blood, or the biggest one.

Seeing Nalan Yan like this, Ming Ye couldn't help but sneer. When he saw Nalan Yan for the first time, he was almost fooled by his appearance. Fortunately, the young master is smart.

Ming Ye hates Nalan Yan even more than Yuan Shan Lian. [

In any case, Yuan Shanlian never hides when she does bad things, but Nalan Yan is just...he can't describe it.

When the same sentence or matter passed through his mouth, his hands had to go through ten or eight twists and turns. I really don't know how those people under him understood his words and acted on them.

Chu Qiao's views on Nalan Yan are strikingly similar to Ming Ye's. Chu Qiao is glad that the Ming Ye he is following is not the animal-faced guy opposite him. Following such a man is a test of his brain.

Chu Qiao took a peek at the hair of the two men standing behind Nalan Yan, and it turned out that they were both quite loose.

Mi Sha stood beside Chu Qiao very close to him, and naturally saw his little movements, she couldn't help wrinkling her nose, and cast a sideways glance at Chu Qiao with contempt, but her hand holding the gun tightened even more, her The gun is loaded and ready to kill at any time.

For a time, there were six people in the small coffee shop, with six moods. On the surface, they were all calm, but in their hearts, there was an undercurrent.

Nalan Yan and Ming Ye look at each other, their two pairs of dark eyes are calm like spring water on the surface, but it is unclear what they are paying attention to.

"Young Master Ye, it's been a few years since we last met. The black coffee in this shop is pretty good. Try it."

Like a host entertaining guests from afar, Nalan Yan politely introduced the signboard of the coffee shop to Ming Ye.

Ming Ye blinked his eyes indifferently, as if joking, "Yeah, it's been a long time, I didn't expect you to like hardship so much."

The last time we met was seven years ago, when Ming Ye was still a wild and unruly teenager.

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