Xue Ying's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
She had been staring at him for a long time.
This black man with sly eyes was very strange.
He didn't seem to be a participant, but he listened more seriously than the participants.
At this time, everyone ended the meeting and left in order, and he walked towards Yu Jing instead.
There was something faintly glowing with cold light on his waist, it was probably a cold weapon.
There is a security check at the entrance of the venue, but security checks are of some use to ordinary gangsters.
For killers and high-level assassins, they are just decorations.
Xue Ying approached Yu Jing calmly.
She had a hunch that a battle might take place here.
Outside the venue, Teacher Cang and I waited impatiently.
As expected, the boss likes to show off, so we have been waiting for more than half an hour.
After finally waiting for them to break up the meeting, the manager still needed to go in to report the result.
This official arrogance is really quite big.
"Hello, come with me."
Finally, the manager came out and led Mr.
Cang and I to the venue.
Ding but there was a crisp sound, the two daggers clashed together, and the blades broke together.
When I heard the news, I saw the familiar figure of Xue Ying fighting with a black man at the venue.
At this time, the black man was defeated and flew out of the window after smashing the glass with a bang.
Xue Ying chased him desperately and flew out of the window without thinking about his own safety.
"Yingzi" I yelled and chased to the window, but Xueying stepped on the black man in the air and borrowed his strength.
He sprinted towards the opposite balcony with a light cut.
The black man originally brought a gliding device, but he was hit by Xueying.
He kicked his foot down hard and fell to death on the passing bus.
I didn't care about meeting the boss anymore, so I rushed out of the venue, sprinted downstairs at a speed of 100 meters, and ran to the opposite balcony.
"Yingzi, I know you are here, come out."
I shouted loudly from the balcony: "I know I shouldn't lie to you, but there are some things that you really don't know.
The Immortal City is a witch planted by the gods in the world.
Dragon Stronghold, the person who is chasing us is a god in the sky.
I am afraid that I cannot protect you.
If there is one person who can survive, why not live well."
However, no matter how loud I shouted, the rooftop was empty and no one responded.
Xue Ying was indeed hiding outside the window sill, and she also wanted to come out to see me.
However, she finally chose to turn around.
He left quietly out of sight.
Returning to the center of the venue, I met Yu Jing, the legendary chairman of the International Art Federation and the major shareholder of Haitian Group.
"Thank you girlfriend for saving me.
Is she okay?"
Apparently, Teacher Cang had already told her about me and Xue Ying.
Although Yu Jing has a high status and status, she is a very approachable woman and talks like the big sister next door.
"It's okay."
I don't know why Xue Ying suddenly appeared here, but what I'm more worried about is that she is avoiding me.
It was me who broke her heart, and I should find a chance to sincerely apologize to her.
"Can I smoke here?"
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I asked.
"Not during the meeting, but the meeting is over now.
You can do whatever you want."
Yu Jing said with a smile.
I just took out one and before I lit it, Yujing snatched it away.
She put the cigarette in front of her small nose and sniffed it with enjoyment: "This is an authentic Cuban cigar.
Please lend me a light."
This was a smoking woman and I couldn't help but feel closer to her.
After lighting the fire for her, I took out another stick but hadn't lit it yet.
Gone again.
Damn it, I want to slap Mr.
Cang just looking at his triumphant look.
It's really unreasonable for you to steal my cigarettes and still act nice.
I wanted to pour another one out of the box, but after pouring it out, there was no more.
It was so happy to see the two of them smoking cigarettes and puffing away smoke.
I could only stare depressedly, damn, I was obviously planning to smoke, but in the end I didn’t smoke, so I could only watch them smoke.
We were sitting on the sofa in the reception room, and Yu Jing said, "This is Resurrection."
In fact, she found someone to design the script specifically for me.
"Why should you design a script for me?"
I really don't understand.
Even if I perform well in the Asia-Europe Music Competition, logically speaking, the International Art Federation wouldn't catch a lot of such people.
Yu Jing smiled and said elegantly: "Just like when many people meet me, they will say polite words such as "I have admired Sister Yu for a long time, and I have never heard anything more than a first meeting", but your first sentence is actually "I can do it here" Do you smoke?
This is a very strange feeling.
Some people may become close friends even if they have only met each other once, or even if they have never met each other. " "This may be because people have magnetic fields."
Taoists say that people have their own magnetic fields, and only people whose magnetic fields match each other will attract each other.
And people whose magnetic fields repel each other, even if they are tied together, will eventually become separated.
Teacher Cang secretly admired him.
Cui Xiaoman really could talk to people and talk to ghosts.
This sentence "because of the magnetic field" not only seemed unfathomable, but also catered to Yu Jing's argument.
No wonder this person knows people.
Countless art queens would praise him so much.
"I heard that you are a very famous master.
Can you tell me your fortune?"
Yu Jing said suddenly after a long silence.
"What do you want to do?"
Yu Jing seemed to be deep in thought.
She had already gathered wealth, fame, power, and prestige.
As for love, three unforgettable loves in her life had made her life worthwhile.
Now, the only thing she has no answer for is her life: "I want to calculate how long I can live."
Ordinary fortune tellers are always vague and evasive when it comes to how many years others will live.
Even if they can really measure it, they are unwilling to give specific numbers.
But Yu Jing believed that Cui Xiaoman would give her a satisfactory answer.
I looked at Yu Jing's smooth temples, pretty and moist face, and those clear eyes, and I was lost in thought for a moment.
I wasn't attracted to her because of her beauty; "Can I see your hands?"
"Of course."
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Yujing stretched out her white hand.
I didn't look at the prints on her palm, but at the back of her palm.
Teacher Cang on the side kept shaking his head.
This is really a layman.
He can't even pretend to be a fortune teller.
How can anyone tell fortunes and read the back of someone's palm?
Teacher Cang has lost confidence in my magical arithmetic, but Yu Jing is still waiting seriously for my answer.
I took out my mobile phone, clicked on the calculator, asked her birthday and horoscope, measured her five elements, and after a series of calculations, I got the result.
I hesitated for a long time, and finally said a series of numbers that even I refused to believe: "Eight thousand five hundred and thirty years."
This string of numbers was like a bolt from the blue.
Teacher Cang was so shocked that his eyes suddenly turned towards me: "What did you say?"
The lifeline in the palm is only the fortune telling of the past hundred years.
The reason why I don't look at Yu Jing's palm print is precisely because her life has far exceeded a hundred years.
Although her pupils were clear, they were as vast as a river or a sea.
This feeling had only been seen in the eyes of the Saint and Qi Tianhe. aa2705221: