Ten Fiancees Who Retired At The Beginning

"No, this is my friend."

Alice said in English.

The bodyguards around, then returned to her side.

"Why did Mr. come here?" Alice asked with a smile.

"I'm here to find someone."

Feng Lin would definitely not tell this insignificant person about his task.

"Isn't it a girlfriend?" Alice asked with a smile.

"No, just an ordinary friend."

When Feng Lin spoke, he suddenly felt that there was a master who could penetrate the realm not far away.

Although the other party is wearing sunglasses, judging from his posture, he must be looking at Feng Lin.

"I can send someone to help you find it. After all, this is my site, without the limitations of the magic capital."

Alice said with a smile.

Feng Lin hesitated a little, then shook his head gently, "Forget it."

"Then I will give your husband an address. If you can't find it, you can call me and I will send someone to pick you up."

Alice took out a black business card from her body.

"good."

Feng Lin took the business card and turned to leave.

He wasn't sure whether the man with sunglasses was staring at him or Alice.

In any case, he was going to find a place right away and put the mask on.

Beside the road in the distance, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, two men in suits, opened the door.

Alice sat in the back row.

After a while, the white man with sunglasses that Feng Lin had noticed before followed suit and sat beside Alice.

"What is the realm of the person just now?" Alice asked with a smile.

"The late stage of the divine orifice."

The man pushed down his glasses gently.

"Scare me." Alice smiled and propped her cheek.

"I am also a little shocked. A young man in his twenties is already in the late stage of his psyche."

The man in sunglasses smiled and spread his hands.

"You think too much. I am not shocked by this incident. The true human organization in China has been wiped out."

Alice looked out the window indifferently, "I got news that people from the Holy See have also gone to China."

"The Holy See? Is it because of the real human headquarters?" the man with sunglasses asked.

"It must be that this new pope is a bit young, and many cardinals of the Holy See are not convinced by her. She needs to do a big thing to prove herself."

Alice said flatly, "Solving the real human headquarters in Europe is a big deal."

"Then just..."

"The Chinese person just now was the number one in the dead night, death doctor."

Alice supported her cheek and chuckled lightly, "Don't you think he only has the late stage of the divine orifice, he can use a method to briefly confront the realm of Dacheng."

At first in China, Alice saw Feng Linneng playing against Wang Haizhu.

"It's a dead doctor, really amazing." The man in sunglasses said with a smile.

"I originally thought that he was sent by China to deal with real humans, but you said that he only has the late stage of the gods, that is definitely not."

Alice smiled and shook her head. China won't let Feng Lin die.

Relying on a strange method, he could only fight against the realm of Dacheng for a short time.

In real human beings, there is no shortage of Dacheng realm.

...

Feng Lin put on a human skin mask in an empty corner, then took out a black coat and put it on him.

He hides all his breath, and now he looks like an ordinary person.

Ji Guangling and Chi Ling sent him the place where the real human was.

However, Chi Ling was more comprehensive and sent over both locations of the ruins.

Before Feng Lin came, he had already checked the route.

Standing at the bus stop not far away.

After a while, a red double-decker bus approached from a distance.

Feng Lin got on the bus and noticed that there were many people here, so he grabbed the handrail.

"Hi! What's your phone number, I'll make an appointment with you in time.""Sorry, I don't give numbers to strangers."

...

Feng Lin turned his head and noticed a yellowish woman with a slightly thin figure sitting in the seat beside her.

Outside of her, there was a young mulatto in his twenties.

When the young man realized that he was rejected by the woman, he was directly angry, "I want your phone number to save you face! You are so Asian, get out of our country!"

While talking, he grabbed the woman's hair.

"You let me go! Let go of me!"

The woman cried for help.

But when other people around saw this scene, instead of stopping, they took out their mobile phones to shoot.

Feng Lin immediately walked over and grabbed the man's wrist, "Let go!"

"Another Asian? Does Laozi give you a face? If you don't be a dog on the ground in our place, you dare to teach me...whoop!"

As soon as this young man was about to teach Feng Lin, he felt the bones of his wrist crunching.

The pain made him cold and sweaty.

"I was wrong, let me go, I was wrong buddy."

With a plop, he knelt down from his seat, and his entire palm became dark red because of bloodshot.

"roll!"

Feng Lin grabbed his arm and threw him out.

Then, Feng Lin sat beside the woman and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm okay."

The woman hurriedly adjusted her hair and thanked Feng Lin.

The young man in the distance looked at Feng Lin coldly, got out of the car and fled while stopping.

Feng Lin looked at the woman and looked at her in her twenties, with short black shoulder-length hair.

Wearing ordinary sportswear, the cheeks are very delicate.

He wanted to take the initiative to talk, but the woman kept her head down.

Feng Lin finally gave up.

The car drove for about an hour, and when Feng Lin found out that it had reached the destination, he got up and got out of the car.

After getting off, he found the woman before and got out of the car.

"Haha! What a coincidence, I got off the car first, but I didn't follow you."

Feng Lin smiled and said to the woman.

"Just...thank you." Fan Minjun lowered his head and said.

"With a little effort, where is your ancestral home?" Feng Lin asked with a smile.

"It's... China."

Fan Minjun whispered.

"What is fate? I also came from China."

When Feng Lin said this sentence, he used Chinese.

"So you are from China?"

Fan Minjun raised his head suddenly, and then his excited expression fell into a depression, "I have never been to China."

"I can accompany my parents to take a look." Feng Lin smiled.

"My parents... are dead."

Fan Minjun shed tears unconsciously.

"do not Cry."

Feng Lin patted Fan Minjun on the shoulder and pulled her to sit on the bench beside him.

According to Fan Minjun, his parents have been dead for three or four years.

It is because of offending business colleagues who are both Chinese and of ancestry.

Now that person is still doing business well, but Fan Minjun's family is ruined.

I can only go to the restaurant in Chinatown to work every day.

"Grass!"

Feng Lin yelled angrily. He had seen many people who like to fight in the nest.

Facing a foreigner, he is just as obedient as a dog, but he strikes out with his own people.

"I originally wanted to save money to return to China, but I was born here. I am considered to be British. The nationality of China is the most difficult to obtain in the world. Sometimes, I have thought about suicide."

Fan Minjun wiped his eyes and whispered.

"Isn't this Xiaofan? F*ck! Is your boyfriend? Why is it so ugly?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked in the distance and smiled in Chinese.

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