At the beginning of divorce, help the younger brother demon

Chapter 235
There were not only bloodstains on the ground, but also several bloody teeth spurted out by the fat man just now.

"Then change the place." Chen Feng also felt a little tired from standing.

Han Lan walked in front to lead the way. When the two arrived at the parking lot, a Hummer stopped at the door of the elevator, and it was Amon who was driving the car.

"You're fast enough." Chen Feng said in surprise.

Amon giggled, instead of the vicious look just now, he looked like the second idiot in the village.

He opened the car door for the two of them in embarrassment, his face was blushing, and he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't hold back a word.

Han Lan looked funny in her heart, and shook her head:
"Amon, don't be nervous, the young master has already forgiven you."

"Hey!"

Amon breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully glanced at Chen Feng again, showing two rows of white teeth with a silly smile.

Just now he was worried all the way, what would happen to him, and he even thought about his destination.

Amon started the car with a smile, and looked at Chen Feng through the rearview mirror from time to time.

The Hummer is so big that even two people in the back are more than enough.

However, the atmosphere in the car was exceptionally silent. Han Lan was full of complaints, and Hou Zhen didn't tell her what Chen Feng liked, so she could only tense up, as if she was ready to go, ready to go at any time. Respond according to Chen Feng's order.

The two were so close, Chen Feng couldn't fail to see Han Lan's nervousness, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Han Lan curiously.

He hadn't thought about it just now, but when he calmed down, he realized that Han Lan was much younger than Hou Zhen.

"Is your glasses fake?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

From the first time he saw Han Lan, he realized something was wrong. The gold-rimmed glasses on Han Lan's eyes did not reflect light!

Han Lan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Chen Feng asked such a question, but she nodded and took off her glasses, revealing a pair of watery eyes.

"Master, you may not know that if Sister Han doesn't wear glasses, it will make people feel very bullied."

Amon said cheerfully.

Han Lan's face turned red, and she glared fiercely at Amon who was driving: "If you talk so much, this month's salary will be halved!"

Amon shook his body, wiped his mouth with one free hand, and made a gesture of zipping.

Chen Feng nodded in agreement: "It really feels good to be bullied."

It's just a pair of glasses, but it gives people a very different feeling.

The Han Lan just now was straightforward, neat, and his face was full of heroism.

But now Han Lan has the charming appearance of the youngest daughter of the leader.

If she were to change out of this very strong-looking outfit, someone would probably treat her like a female student who just entered college on the spot.

Hearing what Chen Feng said, Han Lan's expression became even more helpless, and she nodded resignedly.

My young master, it's really wicked...

"You and Hou Zhen are both housekeepers, why does he look so much older than you?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

"Master... I'm only 28 years old this year." Han Lan clutched her glasses and said weakly.

However, his posture is obviously much more relaxed than before.

Chen Feng snorted, and the Hummer finally stopped in the parking lot of Han Lan's company.

Han Lan put on her glasses again, couldn't wait to open the door for Chen Feng, and returned to her previous cold look:
"Master, please!"

Following Han Lan into her company, Chen Feng found a very interesting phenomenon. When all the employees saw Han Lan, their first reaction was to lower their heads.

It's as if Han Lan is some kind of scourge!
However, when they noticed Chen Feng, each of them widened their eyes as if they had discovered the big news.

Under the attention of everyone, Chen Feng followed Han Lan into his office.

"Master, this is the information about the shipwreck. You can take a look." Han Lan pointed to a stack of information on the table, took off the glasses on his face again, and looked at Chen Feng curiously:

"What do you drink?"

"Coke." Chen Feng did not continue to tease Han Lan, picked up the information on the table and flipped through it, and then he was amazed.

Han Lan stood there with a dull expression. With her identity, there was no such thing as Coke in the office.

I didn't expect the young master's interest to be so... approachable.

Noticing her expression, Chen Feng shook his head: "Forget it, whatever you want."

"Okay." Han Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Feng continued to look at the information in his hand. If there is nothing wrong, the shipwreck Lu Haoxuan mentioned should be this organization.

But what he couldn't understand was that on the first page of the information, there were two words of doubt.

"It has been ten years since we noticed it. Every year, one or two antiques with Japanese characteristics will appear in the antique market! After identification, they are all genuine!"

Putting the tea in front of Chen Feng, Han Lan's tone was slightly dignified.

"Japanese characteristics?"

"It's just very evil." Han Lan murmured, with a feeling of palpitations in her tone: "Because according to those antique sellers, they don't even know how these antiques appeared in their goods."

(End of this chapter)