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The real king

"you really don't understand what I mean

Dou Jianlin's body suddenly burst out a powerful aura, his body around as if burst out of sharp knife light, around a few meters can feel his biting murderous spirit, that solemn breath makes people's whole body blood seem to solidify.

After a long time, he took the mobile phone by the desk and dialed the man's number. The busy voice from the phone made his face more and more ugly.

It took the president of the magazine a long time to react. He left the window in a hurry and sat on the chair in a daze, his face very pale.

However, after the president's eyes touched him, he immediately felt that the material on his back was soaked with sweat again, and his heart was fluctuating, and his heart was raised again.

He is dangerous and mysterious, charming and uninhibited, but I don't know what is going on. With his slight white hair on his head, his smile will not make people feel that he is impetuous and frivolous. On the contrary, it makes people feel that he exudes the unique charm of mature men.

However, at the moment when Dou Jianlin got into the car, his body stopped for a moment, slightly raised his eyes, as if unintentionally, to the window where the president was. His face was still with the smile that he had just shown to him.

The president of the magazine stood by the large French window and watched the terrible man who looked like a ghost stepped into the dark car.

After the man regained some strength, he slowly moved to the window to see if the terrible man had left.

Invisibly, the big hand holding his heart was also slowly released.

After a long time, he gasped heavily, and his long-term depressed heart was finally released.

Just at the moment when he went out of the house, the man staggered a few steps and suddenly sat down on his seat. As if he had been greatly frightened, he lost his mind and sat on his former throne with the most beautiful scenery.

Seeing the man's reaction in front of him, Dou Jianlin put down his heart and laughed at the man and walked out of the door of the office.

We had to shake our head desperately.

The man shook his head violently and tried to explain. He felt that at this time, the language became a kind of ornament. There was no

"no more... period... I promise it's gone! "

The voice is light and uninhibited, but it makes people feel a sense of oppression in the invisible.

"Any more?"

Br > after that, douhei, the president of the society, finally threw his eyes at the machine, and he was tired.

And then high up in the air.. Fall... Throw it up again... Fall again...

Dou Jianlin went back to the place where he had just sat, reached for a hanging recorder from the bottom of the stool, and put it in his hand to play with it carefully.

"Good boy."

At the bottom of my heart, there has been a voice telling him that resistance will not have any good results.

The president lowered his head slightly and said in a trembling voice. Suddenly, the cold sweat had already wet the roots of his hair. However, Dou Jianlin had to give in to his majesty.

"I put it under the chair you just sat in."

Dou Jianlin opened his mouth sarcastically, laughing at his stuttering, but the president suddenly felt that all this was so reasonable.

"You... You... "

I'm just afraid that I don't even have the qualification to submit to him.

Dou Jianlin slowly walked in front of the man, like a real aristocrat, upright posture, charming facial features, he stood in front of others, he was born to let life out of a desire to sink and fall under his feet.

Refuted, but he found that he could not do anything. He was so weak that he felt as if he had been drugged.

The president kept sweating over his head and tried to open his mouth again and again... I

But such a huge contrast is the most real existence.

It's hard to imagine that the man who is like a murderous God is gentle and harmless to his wife like a little milk dog at home.

The voice beat on the man's heart again and again, like being subjected to the torture of electric shock continuously. The sound made the man in front of him just want to curl up and shiver slightly.

It was the sound of Dou Jianlin's shoes stepping on the wooden floor. Again and again, the distance became closer and closer, and the sound became more and more obvious.

Creak... Creak...

If he doesn't take things out again, he believes that he will go back to the west before he is seen by his subordinates.

But now, more important than being seen by subordinates, is to live first.How to live?

The president felt that he or she had been living in vain for so many years, and he was frightened to want to pee his pants. After being seen by his subordinates, how should he

"no, no, No."

It's a threat.

Dou Jianlin's voice has a faint Yang tone, some people can't understand the meaning of his cloudy and sunny, but even if you can't understand it, you also know what such a voice represents.

"What? Is that all? "

Although the time was passing by without stopping, all the people present suddenly felt that the time seemed to have stopped, which made people breathless and lost their courage.

However, the legs seemed to be filled with lead. In any case, they couldn't open those heavy legs. However, a cold sweat suddenly appeared on his head. He stretched out his hand to feel the sweat that was "hot" out of thin air, but his hands felt empty. In fact, there was nothing.

Looking at the man in front of him, the president felt that his legs were trembling slightly, and he didn't want to take him away from the terrible Shura.

"I... I

How could anyone laugh so cruelly?

Dou Jianlin's mouth slightly raised, showing a dangerous smile, not small, but this smile, but let the man in front of him feel guilty.

"Well?"

But Dou Jianlin, after all, is a man who has experienced the bloodbath in shopping malls. After a long time of hard work, Dou Jianlin's seven performances are not comparable to those white-collar workers who flatter each other.

The president looked at the man in front of him like the God of death, as if he had felt the coming of death, and his breath became extremely heavy.

"Hello"

he controlled his shaking voice for a moment, and he could say with a slight tremor, "Mr. Gu, I'm not doing it."