At this moment, a helicopter landed. A man in white walked in and turned into the hall. On the soft couch in the hall, a man was lying down leisurely ...
He was wearing a white shirt. He was tall but thin, and his handsome face was enchanting as if he had just walked out of a painting. However, the scar added to his manliness.
"Mr. Lian." He walked forward respectfully.
The man didn't seem to hear her. He just lay there quietly and leisurely. After a minute, his lips moved slightly.
"What is it?" The man's voice was low and deep, like the sound of nature, like a beautiful note.
"I heard that mo Yancheng has arrived Brazil. I'm afraid he's here for us." He stood there respectfully and said in a low voice.
Mr. Lian suddenly opened his dark eyes and looked at him deeply. After a long time, he sat up. The bodyguard reached out and held his arm, supporting him.
