The City's Invincible Soldier King

Li family, a well-known political family.

In the Yanjing and even in the China, there was an enormous influence.

The root of the problem was that the Li Family had an astonishingly powerful old ghost Li Yongjun, the few remaining in the China, who had walked out of the bloody storm with his country's Elemental Merit Points.

Almost all of them were very proud people, so they shouldn't be people from the cold wind.

However, people always have feelings for each other.

This old man was now an old hen that was protecting her young, using his powerful wings to shelter the Li family's little chicks from the rain.

If he couldn't come up with a clear proof that someone from the Lee family was a square film, then he definitely wouldn't be able to touch him. Similarly, if he couldn't find a clear proof that Wan Rou's death was caused by the Li family, then it would be difficult for them to touch someone or even a group of people.

He had to take revenge for her.

Even if they had Li Yongjun to protect them and wait for the matter of the cold wind to be understood, Long Lin would make them pay a heavy price.

Of course, unless absolutely necessary, Long Lin would not resort to such extreme methods.

Furthermore, Li Yongjun would not be able to live much longer. Without Li Yongjun, the Li Family would only be a broken boat that swayed in the strong wind and waves. At that time, it would be much easier to cripple the Li Family.

After pondering for a while, Long Lin once again buried his head to modify the blueprints.

"Bang bang."

The knock came again, and Minty went to open the door.

"Leaf Assistant, is there something?" Long Lin put down the pencil and looked at Ye Xinran with a playful expression.

Ye Xinran looked at Long Lin with an expressionless face, but a trace of awkwardness had quietly flashed past her eyes.

"Little Ji, mint, you two go out first. I have something to discuss with Leaf Assistant."

"Boss, don't call me little Ji." Ji Jianjian waved her fist and said with a show of strength.

"Alright, little Ji."

Although he did not understand why his character suddenly went through an obvious change, it was no doubt that the change was very good.

The current Long Lin should be the real him, a person who had flesh and blood, who knew how to laugh, who knew how to tease.

Ji Jianjian waved her fist in a demonstration, but when she saw Ye Xinran's expressionless face, Ji Jianjian shrunk her neck back and followed Pointy out of the office.

"Leaf Assistant, please sit." Long Lin pointed to mint chair, and said with a smile.

A hint of disgust quietly flashed past Ye Xinran's eyes.

Long Lin did not blame Ye Xinran, because she was sick.

In the eyes of the heterosexual phobia, the heterosexual smile is hypocritical, disgusting, and purposeful.

But it wasn't strange, but it didn't mean that he didn't need to send her packing.

"Is this how Leaf Assistant begs people?" Long Lin's face became cold, his voice cold like a blade, "You have to understand, it is you who is begging me to save your grandmother, and not me who is plotting against you."

"Besides, even if I do have plans for you, so what? If you want to save your grandmother, you have to satisfy my plans. "

"You …" Ye Xinran forcefully suppressed her disgust and asked expressionlessly: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Long Lin stood up and moved in front of Ye Xinran.

Ye Xinran should have just taken a bath in the morning, the pleasant smell of shampoo spread out from her hair, and the light fragrance of shower gel wafted out from her pure white neck.

A light job makeup, a tailored suit, as well as a beautiful face, a perfect figure, this woman was also a beauty in the mortal world.

Moreover, it was very well-stocked.

Sure enough, Ye Xinran's face became even more unsightly.

The pair of beautiful eyes that represented the window of the human heart flashed with an even stronger sense of disgust and vigilance.

Then, tragedy would come.

As long as they weren't toyed with to death by Mint, they would be toyed around with until their faces were covered in dirt.

If he was facing a demon like her, Long Lin would definitely distance himself from her.

But facing Ye Xinran, she could only take an inch more.

This is called stimulation therapy.

Disgusting was also an emotion.

When the disgust was stimulated to the extreme, Ye Xinran would also erupt. It would not be like this where, other than the eyes, there were no other changes in her emotions.

Long Lin moved closer to his like a perverted wolf, carefully smelling the fragrance off Ye Xinran's hair, and then sniffed with all his might, looking extremely wretched.

Ye Xinran instinctively took several steps back, but Long Lin followed closely behind, causing both of their faces to remain within a narrow distance of about five centimeters from each other.

Unknowingly, Ye Xinran had already retreated to the side of the door. There was nowhere for him to retreat to.

Long Lin used both of his hands to support himself against the door frame, restricting Ye Xinran to a very small room to move his body. His already close cheeks, once again, moved closer and closer to the door bit by bit.

"What do you want?"

Ye Xinran finally became flustered, and tried to retreat with all her might as she stuck close to the wooden door.

Long Lin did not stop and continued moving forward.

Their cheeks slowly approached each other, their hot breaths brushing across Ye Xinran's face. They were as hot as boiling water, causing Ye Xinran to become extremely nervous, as her breathing became hurried.

Ye Xinran had never experienced such a battle array before, so she instinctively turned her face away, wanting to avoid Long Lin.

However, Long Lin suddenly extended his right hand and pinched Ye Xinran's chin, and said coldly, "If you want to save your grandmother, you are not allowed to dodge."

Ye Xinran was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

But when he thought of his unrecognizable grandmother, Ye Xinran could only grind his front teeth and swallow them back down. He used his reddened eyes and stared at Long Lin in hatred.

Long Lin's lips were still inching closer and closer.

Five centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Two centimeters.

One centimeter.

Five millimeters.

Ye Xinran could already clearly feel the temperature of Long Lin's lips, and her ice-cold heart, was about to jump out of her throat.

However, Long Lin's provocation also stimulated another side of Ye Xinran that was deeply hidden in his bones. The tears that were about to spill, were also forcefully choked within his tear ducts.

She did not dodge, cry, or make a ruckus. She did not hate or complain.

She only used her emotionless eyes to stare at Long Lin.

F * ck.

He had gone too far.

Long Lin could not help but feel helpless.

The extremes are reversed.

Because of his excessive pressure, this woman was actually forced from his anger and gave up. Or perhaps, she was completely resigned to her fate.

Should he just kiss her to find out what this woman's bottom line of tolerance was?

Was this acceptance of fate a sign of true resignation, or a sign of strong resistance?

If he was completely resigned to his fate, it would be difficult to deal with.

If it was a sign of strong resistance, it was worth a try.

Long Lin could not help but hesitate.