The almighty male god of the return of the king

Chapter 124 Mr. Jin, See You Tomorrow
Gee.

Sure enough, it was Jin Jinglan's style.

Hearing such familiar words, Hua Zhuo's long and narrow peach eyes narrowed unconsciously, bending out into the shape of a crescent moon.

On the side, the chief looked at Hua Zhuo in this appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart—although Hua Zhuo deserved a little beating, he was really good-looking.

And this good-looking is a little different from the good-looking of the gods.However, it is right to be the kind of person who attracts women.

When she came to the downstairs of Building [-], Hua Zhuo waved her hand to a few people with a smile, then she turned her head to look at Jin Jinglan, still with a deep smile in her eyes, and a gentle voice in her elegant voice, "Mr. Jin, I understand."

Hearing this, Jin Jinglan nodded.

He knew that what Hua Zhuo said by "see you tomorrow" was referring to the morning run tomorrow morning.

The three of them stood in place and watched the young man's slender back gradually disappear into the darkness.The chief stretched out his hand and touched his chin, his eyes couldn't help being filled with interest, "This kid, he looks like he doesn't know anything."

Hearing this, the count, who hadn't said a word all the way, finally spoke, "That doesn't mean she has nothing to do with that matter."

"Let's go." Glancing at the two of them, Jin Jinglan took the lead in turning around and walking towards the apartment.

At the same time, the two people who were still standing there looked at each other, raised their feet together and followed Jin Jinglan's footsteps.

Although they are not sure what the relationship between Huazhuo and Xiangying's underground arsenal is, they believe that the gods already have ideas in their hearts.So they don't need to think about such troublesome things.

In the dark room, the door of the bathroom was opened with a 'click', and a man casually dressed in a white bathrobe came out from the dim light.

Drops of water slowly fell down the black hair, and finally fell silently into the blanket on the ground.

Jin Jinglan casually picked up the towel hanging at the side and covered her head.Leaning against the window, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, recalling the previous scenes of Hua Zhuo.

He thought he was really dazed.Otherwise, how could he always find the shadow of Gu Zhuohua in a young man?
He clearly remembered that when Gu Zhuohua huddled by his side to read the materials, when he saw the word 'Liao Tingting', he immediately laughed and teased—why isn't it called Liao Dingding?
That way, looking back now, it was exactly the same as what Huazhuo had done before.

The slender and slightly pale fingers pinched the center of his eyebrows, Jin Jinglan's usually indifferent and dignified face finally showed a look called 'frustration'.

The night gradually deepened, and both Jin Jinglan and Hua Zhuo had fallen asleep.

But at this time, the Xiangying family, who were tossed into a mess by the two, fell into endless irritability.

In the study room of the Ying family mansion, the face of the head of the house, Ying Chengbin, was already as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Ying Chengbin looks very strong, or rather rough, like a bear.The same is true for a face, with thick beards and rough eyebrows, it looks like a very difficult person to get along with.

With such a face and such a look, it can really scare a group of people to death.

Ying Bowen sat aside with the same gloomy face.However, compared to his own father, Ying Bowen's aura is not as strong as the other party's.

"What are you all doing?" Ying Chengbin stood up from the chair, stretched out one foot without hesitation, and kicked a man kneeling on the ground in the chest.

Ying Chengbin was originally a tall and thick man, but now the strength in his feet is even more serious.

The man was kicked so that his whole body flew towards the door, and then he slammed his body hard on the cold door.

For a moment, the man clutched his chest, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, his hands drooped down, and he lost his breath.

Ying Chengbin didn't even look at the dead subordinates, and turned his attention to the other kneeling people, "There are only a few of them, so they can't stop them? I, Ying Jia, raised you here to look good. ?"

The man's hoarse voice was like a devil's hand, tightly grabbing the necks of the kneeling people.

One of his subordinates raised his head tremblingly, as if he wanted to say something.But of course when he saw Ying Chengbin's face, he suddenly lowered his head.

"Father."

As time passed by, Ying Bowen finally stood up from his chair.

He walked to the side of several of his subordinates, nodded slightly, "This time the people obviously came prepared, and all of them have extraordinary skills."

"How to say?" Ying Chengbin looked up at his outstanding son, and asked with a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ying Bowen twitched the corners of his mouth, and said word by word, "I think it may be someone from Yanjing. Probably because they knew that we were cooperating with Shiratori, that's why they attacked our arsenal. "

"Father, the defense of our arsenal can be regarded as the most advanced in the entire Yanbang. And the weapons inside are so advanced that ordinary people can't use them at all." After a pause, Ying Bowen continued, "If it's not one of our own, then It's those people from Yanjing. I heard that person seems to be in Jiang City recently."

The person Ying Bowen mentioned was Jin Jinglan.

Hearing Ying Bowen's words, Ying Chengbin's complexion became more and more ugly.

After a while, he waved to the other people in the study.

Seeing his master's actions, those kneeling subordinates breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly stood up from the ground and left.

When leaving, don't forget to take the dead partner with you.

　Either from my own family or those from Yanjing.

　　Ying Zhazha must have never expected that both of them are accounted for hahahahaha

　　It's three o'clock and four o'clock in the afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)