There was a gentle knock on the door, and Chang Mian heard a cold voice. Then he put away his gun, his tense muscles relaxed, and the expression on his face was cold and calm.
Opening the door and walking out from behind, Chang Mian saw Leng Heng holding a clean shirt and suit, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Give it to me."
Leng Heng nodded, handed over the newly bought clothes, and exited respectfully and solemnly.
"Mr. Chang, the car is ready and will set off in five minutes."
Leng Heng did not wait for a response. Chang Mian closed the bathroom door, quickly dressed, and opened the bathroom door. He was well-dressed, handsome and handsome.
There is a pair of gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is gentle and elegant, with a murderous look on his face, like a white-collared scholar.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, at a secret high-end cocktail party in the scientific field in Hungary, he held a wine glass and shuttled among a group of scientists, participating in their topics with ease, although many times, he had no idea what they were talking about.
But his purpose is very clear. Tonight's target is a scientist named Karul.
Chang Mian planned to invite some of the most cutting-edge scientists in that field. According to his investigation, several of the most cutting-edge scientists in this field were scattered in several countries in Western Europe. He was vaguely aware of the danger before setting off, but he did not expect that this trip would be really disastrous.
Blessings are unpredictable.
Who wants to stop him?
It's not possible to investigate or guess at the moment, but Chang Mian is alert. This is a big whirlpool, and some people don't want the secrets inside to be revealed.
Unintentionally, the cause of trouble was just that the North and South discovered a new energy source in the South China Sea. It was interesting. Since someone wanted to stop it, he decided to go against it.
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The prince answered the phone with a rather solemn expression. He was sitting in the top-floor office of Juedi Group. The huge office was so quiet that it was as if he could hear the sound of the hands of a watch sliding.
At this moment, he was holding his chin with one hand, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
Chang Mian was targeted again, and it was a group of international mercenaries. This was quite a troublesome thing.
At present, nothing happened to Chang Mian. Apart from him, even Qin Cao and the others didn't know about it. The matter was so hidden, but within just ten days, Chang Mian was targeted again.
It has to be said that these international mercenaries do have some connections and skills.
He was somewhat worried about Chang Mian's life safety.
"Daddy, are you looking for Junjun?" At this time, a little kid carrying a schoolbag pushed open the office door and walked in. Apparently he was picked up by his secretary just after school.
Fu Hong frowned dissatisfied when he saw his son putting down his schoolbag and running to the freezer to find ice cream.
Junjun pretended not to see it, jumped up on the sofa with a bucket of ice cream and lowered his head to eat his own food. He glanced at his father's face for a moment and found that his father was still frowning and muttered in a low voice: "Daddy, I won't gain weight.
I use my brain too much every day, other children are playing during the winter vacation, and I have to go to cram school every day, so I have to eat more."
Junjun opened his little mouth and swallowed the ice cream in big mouthfuls. He found that his life was too hard and he lacked love. Ever since his mother got pregnant, he had completely turned into a little transparent. His perverted father still continued to eat it every day.
Arrange such heavy studies for him, what else can he do if he doesn't turn his grief and anger into appetite?
Which parent would force an eight-year-old child to study from the first grade of elementary school to the second grade of high school in one semester?