Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

After speaking, a light color appeared between the eyebrows, and it seemed completely alienated and cold.

Not to mention the crowd of Furuixiang, even the old man in the tunic suit looked back at her in surprise.

Everyone's eyes focused on Lin Hanxing.

I saw that she picked up the celadon teacup again, her eyelashes were slightly tightened, and her white and clear skin gave a sense of distance.

Before others could speak again, they only heard unique whistles in their ears.

It is also unclear how long and short it is. The bodyguard, who had been guarding the door of Furuixiang with a big waist, felt that the shadow suddenly fell behind him.

Subconsciously turned around and looked at...

The men in black suits, stronger and more trained than them, stood behind them with expressionless faces.

"..."

"Miss Han, do you think you want your people to get out of the way, or..."

Or what?

Is it possible that she can still come in?

Han Ming's fingers clenched unconsciously, even if he heard Lin Hanxing's voice, he would not let go.

Lin Hanxing was not annoyed, but smiled softly.

The laughter is very kind.

But what happened in the next second made everyone's eyes wide open!

The group of men in black suits who originally stood behind Furuixiang's bodyguards unceremoniously lifted their feet and kicked each other to the ground. Their movements were consistent every second.

For a time, the screams were endless.

Manager Furuixiang's eyes widened, subconsciously covering his neck and hiding behind Han Mingmei.

"Let my people punch in."

Lin Hanxing added this sentence indifferently, no matter how he heard it, it seemed to be a satire to Han Mingmei.

"you……"

Although Su Ling'er had already experienced her reckless behavior, she was still shocked by seeing it with her own eyes again.

Lin Hanxing's people turned Furuixiang's bodyguard to the ground, and walked to stand behind her expressionlessly, holding the extremely similar yellowed scroll of paper that had been torn up in their hands.

She actually has?

"What's so arrogant about you, these people are nothing more than Lei... Young Master Lei, if you want to be like a fox, it depends on whether you have that ability! What exactly is the same calligraphy and painting, I think it is just the excuse you want to go wrong!"

Su Ling'er stretched her neck and yelled from there, obviously relying on Han Mingmei to be here.

Hearing Su Ling'er's voice, Lin Hanxing glanced over.

Just looking at her lukewarm.

Su Ling'er could hold it up at first.

But when the frequency of uncontrolled tremors in her knees increased sharply, she began to wonder if the legs were on her.

"Baixi, send it over, and ask these experts to take a closer look."

Lin Hanxing retracted his gaze and spoke indifferently.

"Good!" Bai Xi carefully took the scroll from the man next to him.

Walk in the direction of the group of experts.

The experts wear spectacles, and the magnifying glass is holding the magnifying glass, even the old man in the tunic suit leaned forward, just to see that this picture is claimed to be exactly the same as the one that was torn...

Isn't that the same thing in the end!

Bai Xi put the scroll on the table of the eight immortals that had been packed up, carefully unwrapped the middle seal, and slowly laid out the scroll.

At the moment of opening, there was a breathless movement from several experts!

It turned out to be exactly the same!

The handwriting style and the signature bell printing are exactly the same no matter which one is picked up!

Putting it together with the torn orphaned volume on display, this strong contrast is even more obvious!

The old man in the tunic suit stared, leaning forward to squeeze the expert away, carefully looking at each place.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

Turning his head to look towards Lin Hanxing!