Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1945 Yin Haobai and Mu Zhiqin

The sound of rattling high heels fully demonstrated the domineering female president's aura.

"Boss Qin!" A woman got out of the co-pilot and opened the rear door for Qin Li.

Qin Li glanced at her indifferently. Today's Mu Zhiqin was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of black wide-leg pants.

The long hair in the shawl is tied high into a ponytail, and under the curved willow eyebrows are a pair of watery pupils, which flicker like a sea of ​​clouds playing in the night sky.

Especially when she smiles, she feels very comfortable. She is still as sweet as a girl in her [-]s.

"En!" Qin Li raised her eyes to look at the dawn sky, and then bent down to get into the car.

Yin Haobai started the engine, turned his head and asked respectfully, "Boss Qin, which company should we go to first?"

The man was about thirty years old, with eyebrows like peaks, and a pair of long and narrow eyes like a clear spring in the depths of the forest, deep and mysterious.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the lips are slightly thick, not very handsome, but the charm of a mature man can only be seen in the gestures of his hands.

"Cathay!" Qin Li said lightly, and turned her head to look at Jane's villa. Her indifferent eyes made it difficult to know what she was thinking at the moment.

"Okay!" Yin Haobai nodded, and stepped on the accelerator after Mu Zhiqin sat in the co-pilot.

Mu Zhiqin fastened her seat belt, took out a stack of letters from her bag, handed them over and said, "President Qin, I'm sorry, this is my negligence at work, I forgot to organize the company's mailbox!"

Qin Li accepted the letters she handed over, not many, only five.

In this era, no one knows how to write letters anymore, and there are only a few people who can write to Jian Junxi.

Glancing at the recipient's handwriting, he opened a letter, and his face became darker the more he looked at it.

As soon as Yin Haobai drove out of the gate of Jian's house, he turned a corner and saw an old man in Tang suit standing on the main road.

His old face was covered with wrinkles, his two sunken eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was holding a dilapidated basket in his hand, standing there like a ghost.

Looking at it, he suddenly felt chills in his heart, and honked the horn, "Didi..."

However, the old man didn't seem to want to get out of the way, so Yin Haobai had no choice but to slow down and prepare to go around him.

As a result, the old man suddenly moved towards the front of the car, and he didn't know whether he was going to touch porcelain or was looking for death...

"Squeak..." No way, Yin Haobai slammed on the brakes, so frightened that his heart was in his throat.

"Bang..." Qin Li was reading the letter, caught off guard, hit her head on the back seat, and shouted unhappily, "Can't you drive slower?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, an old man suddenly appeared in front..." Yin Haobai pointed to the old man in front of the car.

While rubbing her head, Qin Li followed his hand and saw an old man in an ancient cheongsam standing in front of the car.

He is over sixty years old. Although his face is wrinkled, he is kind-hearted. There are two brown spots under his right eye.

It's just that his eyes are empty, and his expressionless face is like a ghost. In this quiet early morning, he looks extraordinarily weird and terrifying.

"Did you bump into him?" Qin Li asked suspiciously.

"No, I braked very timely, so I made sure I didn't touch him, and he leaned over on his own initiative, as if he was about to touch porcelain?" Yin Haobai explained helplessly.

Inexplicably, the temperature in the carriage is getting lower and lower. It is clearly the beginning of summer, but I can feel the coolness like a cold wind piercing my bones.

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to want to move away, Qin Li frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Go down and see if the old man needs help!"

(End of this chapter)