Stunning CEO's pretty wife

Chapter 1 I'm Arrogant
At the exit of Linhai International Airport, waves of passengers came in and out with their luggage in a hurry, and the hall was full of people and noisy.

Without the protection of the air conditioner, as soon as you step out of the waiting hall, you can feel the enthusiasm of July immediately. The whole city is like a steamer that has been burned through.

Under the scorching sun, Lin Han stood by the roadside with his travel bag, wiped the sweat from his brow, and complained to himself: "This damn weather is hotter than South America."

Under the scorching sun, he squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, opened the door, got in as if he was fleeing, and said to the driver: "Master, Su's Building."

……

The cool wind blowing from the car's air conditioner made people feel comfortable all over. After more than 20 hours of long-distance flight, Lin Han was already exhausted, and the sweltering weather made him drowsy as soon as he got in the car.

The moving car is like a huge cradle, his eyelids are getting heavier...

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Han who fell asleep suddenly felt something touch his shoulder.

Like a conditioned reflex, the muscles tense, the head turns, the upper body twists, the left hand moves, and the right hand reaches the lower back at the same time.

This subconscious response was done swiftly and swiftly, unimaginably fast.

When he touched the air with his right hand and felt empty around his waist, he realized that this is not the African continent where wars are raging, nor is it the streets of the Middle East where death is everywhere.

……

"Brothers, we have arrived at the... place!"

The taxi driver stared blankly at the young passenger, with a strange look on his face, and stammered.

The moment Lin Han woke up just now, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, the driver felt as if he was being watched by the god of death, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lin Han shook his head self-consciously, and explained with a little self-mocking: "I had another nightmare."

However, the pale words obviously did not achieve any effect, and the driver still dared not speak with lingering fear.

Lin Han didn't make any unnecessary explanations, and quickly took out a banknote from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and said generously, "You don't need to look for it."

……

After getting off the car, he looked up at the building in front of him, and Lin Han strolled towards the building.

At the door, a security guard in uniform with a swollen face stood in front of him and stopped him. He pointed to the sign at the door impatiently and said, "Look clearly, no one else is allowed to enter the office."

Lin Han glanced at the security guard in front of him lightly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm looking for Su Mengqi."

"Looking for President Su?"

The security guard squinted and looked up and down carefully. Since he had just been on a plane for more than ten hours, Lin Han looked travel-stained, his clothes were wrinkled and looked old and dirty, and his hair was messy. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Just you? Look at your outfit, go and go, hurry up, don't piss and take pictures of yourself, Mr. Su is also a person like you who can meet casually..."

The security guard said impatiently, and waved his hand, as if to drive away flies, with a face full of contempt.

Lin Han's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak.

There was a sudden "squeak" behind him, and the black Lamborghini stopped firmly at the door. The door wings rose slowly, and a young man with a greasy face came down from inside, holding a large bouquet of fiery red roses in his hand.

When the security guard saw the young man, his eyes lit up, like a pug dog that saw its owner. If there was a tail behind its buttocks, it would have been impatiently wagging by now.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Meng? Are you sending flowers to President Su?"

"Tsk tsk, this is really thoughtful. Let me tell you, Quan Linhai can't find a man as loving and righteous as you. The whole company is eagerly waiting to eat your wedding candy..."

One set of flattering words followed another, and he was very happy to lick that young master Meng. He reached out and took out a few old man's heads from his pocket, threw them lightly, and said proudly in an encouraging tone: "Biaozi, do a good job!" , I like you."

Biaozi took the banknotes flatteredly, and followed behind with pouted buttocks, and there were endless compliments.

Lin Han pouted, and walked into the building together.

Walking inside, Biaozi looked back and saw that Lin Han had also followed in, his expression changed immediately, he looked disgusted, and shouted viciously: "Hey..., what about you, what's going on with the special code? No ears or no eyes?"

Lin Han didn't want to talk to this guy at all, and walked towards the front desk on his own.

This ignoring attitude made Biaozi furious. Feeling ashamed, he took out a black baton from his belt and ran towards Lin Han aggressively.

"Damn, if I tell you to get out, if you don't get out, what the hell are you looking for..."

As he spoke, he swung the baton in his hand and hit the opponent in the back.

Lin Han didn't dodge, flung his arm back, and with a slap, as if eyes had grown in the back of his head, he clasped the opponent's wrist like lightning, exerted a little force on his fingers, and with a bang, the baton fell to the ground, like killing a pig. The screams resounded in the building.

Biaozi, who was still looking fierce, knelt half-knelt in front of Lin Han in pain, crying and howling incessantly.

"A piece of good advice, I have a very bad temper."

Lin Han said lightly and jokingly, with a tugging coolness in his eyes. After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked back, kicking him out.

Biaozi rolled three times on the clean floor before clutching his wrist. He stood up like a dog crawling, glared at Lin Han viciously and yelled: "Boy, you dare to hit me, today I will let you eat and walk around ..."

He took out a whistle, put it in his mouth, and blew it randomly twice.

The whistle sounded, and after a while, more than a dozen security guards rolled up their sleeves, carried batons, and surrounded the incident with a murderous look.

Seeing his companion coming over, Biaozi endured the pain in his hand and shouted loudly: "Hit me, as long as you can't be beaten to death, I will be Liu Biao's. If you dare to come here to make trouble..."

With an order, the group of security guards tacitly raised the batons in their hands at the same time, with a ruthless face, and smashed towards Lin Han's head and face.

Young Master Meng stood aside with great interest, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of anticipation, as if he saw the good show that would happen in the next second.

Li Keqing, the female receptionist at the front desk, exclaimed in shock and closed her eyes unconsciously, unable to bear to look directly at the tragedy that was about to happen.

"Bang bang bang..." There was a rhythmic muffled sound in the hall.

When she opened her eyes again, she opened her mouth in surprise, unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

All the members of the company's security team were lying on the ground in disarray, humming incessantly, unable to even stand up in pain, hunched over, their faces flushed from suffocation, all of them looked like cooked lobsters.

Lin Han still stood where he was, as if he hadn't moved at all. He stretched out his hands to flick the dust off his trousers, and said with a cold smile, "You should be lucky. If you were in South America, you would have been buried alive by me."

As a young veteran mercenary, under a high-pressure environment, after a long time, his personality is more or less extreme.

Or taciturn, cold like ice, full of sharp edges, or irritable, like a ball of fire, involuntarily exuding a domineering...

It is called post-traumatic stress syndrome in medicine, and it is specifically reflected in Lin Han, that is, he acts unscrupulously and has always been domineering. Simply put, one word-crazy.

Ever since he stepped into the mercenary business, Lin Han's life motto has been: drive the fastest car, drink the best wine, pick up the hottest girl, use the sharpest knife, and kill the fiercest person.

(End of this chapter)