"You!" Nangong Bing stared at the apricot, unable to communicate with this animal.

Lin Zifeng was smoking a cigarette and spit out a cigarette ring very casually.

He looks like he feels good, and he has no sense of crisis at all.

The calm and ignorant of everything, the more Nangong Bing became more angry, especially his attitude of not seeking progress and not knowing how to be cynical, which made Nangong Bing particularly disgusted.

The most annoying thing is that he is smoking this second-rate cigarette in front of himself. Don’t he know that the second-hand cigarettes that are of great harm to people’s second-hand cigarettes?

Looking at his leisurely and contented appearance, Nangong Bing couldn't help but want to say something to him, and even turned around and hit him.

The bright eyes and white teeth opened their mouths, and their eyes turned, saying, "Do you know that many successful people do not smoke, while those who think they are very self-righteous and have a very poor fortune can't even protect their food and clothing like to use cigarettes to relieve their sorrows."

"Hehe, boss, you are a kind of discrimination. You can't kill a boat of people with one stick. Who says that smoking people are not successful? Have you never heard of it? For men, cigarettes are the second life. They can not only eliminate stress, but also relieve melancholy in their hearts. It is the same nature as your women like small bags of cosmetics."

"Ha! Joke, go to our Tianyu Group to see how many people are like you who treat cigarettes as food? Moreover, most successful senior men do not have the hobby of smoking. Unlike you, you are just holding cigarettes all day long and doing nothing. Don't you blush?"

Nangong Bing just wanted to hit him, so that his surname is Lin, I, Nangong Bing, felt that it was not that easy to mess with.

Lin Zifeng's black eyes turned a few times and said with a smile: "If you really think so, I really have no choice, why don't I prove it to you?"

"How to prove it?" Nangong Bing became interested.

"Aren't you going to catch a plane to Yanjing in the afternoon? That's right, I'll show you on the way."

"Tsk! I believe in you."

Nangong Bing didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she got up and walked into the room. Today, she hurriedly handled the company's internal affairs. She had to rush to Yanjing in the afternoon to discuss the project, so she was too lazy to pay attention to Lin Zifeng's bad reasons.

However, when Nangong Bing thought of the dangers he suffered when he talked to someone else alone last time, he was really scared now.

If it weren't for the appearance of the bronze masked man, she would have no way to imagine it at that time, so this time she had to bring Lin Zifeng, the so-called "bodyguard".

After simply packing up his things, Nangong Bing handed Lin Zifeng one with two air tickets.

"No, this is your flight ticket to Yanjing in the afternoon."

Nangong Bing was so angry that he threw the air ticket directly into Lin Zifeng's hand. Then he carried his password box and walked out strode.

Lin Zifeng took the air ticket and looked at it. It said it was a flight at 6 o'clock in the evening. Lin Zifeng didn't care. He put it in his pocket and walked out of the villa with Nangong Bing.

Still the same, Lin Zifeng still acted as a driver, driving Nangong Bing's car. The two of them were speechless along the way. Lin Zifeng didn't want to provoke her. Her own affairs had not been resolved yet, so she would have time to talk to her.

What made Lin Zifeng the most trouble now is what is the origin of the black bracelet on his wrist? This made Lin Zifeng feel very confused. After looking at the ordinary bracelet on his wrist, Lin Zifeng felt silent.

It seemed as if his memory had returned to the dark prison that had caused him mental breakdown several times...

On the other side, after Zhang Biao was injured and entered the sea, fortunately, he was relatively good at water and escaped without any danger. But when he returned to Ye Wudao, he saw Ye Wudao standing with his hands behind his back, standing in the hall with cold eyes. Behind him were two big men who were about to die of life were lying on the ground, howling in pain.

Their arms were all broken by Ye Wudao, and even the tendons and veins of their hands and feet were severely broken by Ye Wudao. When Zhang Biao ran back with blood all over, Ye Wudao's cold eyes had no expression.

"Ye, Young Master Ye! Hurry up, save me! Hurry up."

Zhang Biao was covered in blood and his life was in danger, as if he could die at any time.

Seeing that one of his eyes was picked off by someone, Ye Wudao even felt a little disgusted.

"What's going on?" Ye Wudao asked coldly.

"Ye, Young Master Ye, that kid has a special identity. I'm afraid he is really from a Lin family in Yanjing!"

Zhang Biao now feels severely uncomfortable even when he breathes.

Especially his eyes that were picked by Lin Zifeng had already turned red, and the remains were hung in his eyes. Under the erosion of the sea water, his eyes were covered with dark and dark flesh, just like they had been boiled with boiling water.

Ye Wudao's cold mouth raised slightly, looking at Zhang Biao was like looking at a dead object, and he quickly leaned over and was about to help Zhang Biao up.

But who knew that when Zhang Biao was not impatient to prevent, Ye Wudao pinched Zhang Biao's head tightly with his hands, and then he heard a crisp "click" sound. Zhang Biao fell to the ground weakly, his eyes still wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open. He never expected that he would end up like this after selling his life for Ye Wudao for so long.

After all this, Ye Wudao still stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, and he quietly muttered: "Lin Zifeng!"

...

When Lin Zifeng drove to the traffic light, Nangong Bing was puzzled about what he said at home just now.

My eyes turned and thought to myself, "Didn't this guy prove it to me?" Okay. I want to see how he wants to prove it. If it cannot be proved, it means that this guy is just playing tricks on verbal skills, and then he will be tortured as much as he wants."

"Didn't you just say you want to prove it to me? Why? You forgot so quickly?"

Nangong Bing's delicate voice was like a fire and turned his head over.

"Don't worry, I'll show you later." Lin Zifeng was very calm and looked confident.

The more he acted so calmly, Nangong Bing became more confused and expectant. After all, people have unknown desires.

"What? Are you delaying time? Or are you going to forget? The surname Lin, you are not fooling me, right?"

Nangong Bing doesn't give him face.

Lin Zifeng did not answer her, but drove the car to a relatively crowded place. There was no movement for a long time.

"If you're surnamed Lin, you won't just brag again, right? If you really can't prove it, that's fine. At worst, I'll say humility to me, and I think nothing has happened."
Chapter completed!