Dong Mingxia, who had just experienced life and death, was overjoyed when she saw the word "tea", with an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
She quickly patted Fan Jianming on the shoulder: "Hey, it's a teahouse, let me down!"
Fan Jianming immediately put Dong Mingxia down. As soon as Dong Mingxia landed on her feet, she just took a step forward, and suddenly felt dizzy, shaking and almost falling.
Fan Jianming hugged her quickly: "What's the matter, have your legs numb after holding for a long time?"
Dong Mingxia leaned on Fan Jianming's shoulder and shook her head: "My head is a little dizzy."
"No way?"
Fan Jianming hurriedly brushed her hair and found no blood, but it was a fact that Dong Mingxia fainted when she jumped out of the car. It should be that her head hit the ground.
"Can you go?" Fan Jianming asked again.
"It's okay, I'll stand for a while."
"If it doesn't work, let me hold it, right?"
When I think of entering the teahouse, I am afraid that there will be many people, and Dong Mingxia is not that kind of hypocritical woman. She always feels embarrassed when she is held by Fan Jianming in public.
She felt it, and it was okay, so she took a step forward.
She didn't know what was going on, she felt dizzy again when she landed on her feet, her eyes went dark, and she quickly closed her eyes again.
When Fan Jianming saw it, he immediately hugged her again and walked directly into the teahouse.
The teahouse was still an automatic sensor door. Fan Jianming walked to the door and moved the two glass doors to the left and right.
Fan Jianming went in and took a look, dizzy!
It turns out that this is not a tea house opened by an Oriental, but a tea house opened by a neighboring country. You can see from the decoration of the lobby. Although there are oriental landscape calligraphy and paintings on the walls, you can see that it is a neighboring country.
Standing in the door were two welcoming guests in kimonos. Seeing Fan Jianming coming in with Dong Mingxia, he was taken aback for a moment, but immediately bowed: "Welcome."
Fan Jianming nodded towards them, saw a telephone on the bar inside, and immediately walked over.
"Miss," Fan Jianming asked the cashier inside, "Can I make a call?"
There were two women in kimono standing inside the bar, one in their early twenties and the other in their thirties.
Girls in their early twenties are like cashiers, and young women in their thirties are more like bosses. Not only are they good-looking, they are also very temperamental.
Two people at the same time
Bowing, the young woman smiled and asked: "Yes, does the sir need to put down the young lady first?"
When Fan Jianming saw a seat next to him, he immediately put Dong Mingxia there and lay down. When he was about to return to the bar, the young woman had already come over and handed him a mobile phone respectfully with both hands.
"Sir, this lady needs to take care of you, can you use my cell phone to call?"
Fan Jianming nodded, and couldn't help but sigh: No wonder the neighbors are very successful in companies all over the world. Their services are so user-friendly and they can pay attention to the details of every customer's needs.
After Fan Jianming answered the call, the young woman immediately walked towards the bar.
Fan Jianming called Jordan: "Mr. Jordan, this is Fan Jianming."
When the young woman heard Fan Jianming calling him Jordan, she froze for a while, but didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she walked into the bar and pretended to glance at Fan Jianming carelessly. She looked at Dong Mingxia in a coma and thought: He Isn't it looking for the famous Jordan?
After all, in the West, the name Jordan is too common.
Jordan was taken aback: "How do you use this cell phone number? I almost didn't answer the call."
After the call was connected, part of Fan Jianming's consciousness had come directly to Jordan's side through the airwaves.
He saw Jordan standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, while holding his mobile phone to connect to his call.
Fan Jianming's deity said on the phone: "I drove a car you left in the villa. I was assaulted just after getting off the highway. Although I was okay, the car was destroyed."
"Impossible!" Jordan said: "I stayed in the villa with bulletproof cars. Did they attack with a rocket launcher?"
"Bulletproof car?" Fan Jianming shook his head and said, "I think they use ordinary assault rifles, the kind commonly used by mercenaries. They just hit a shuttle, even the windows and the front windshield were smashed."
Jordan frowned: "Understood, has anyone caught it?"
"I took a companion and fainted when I jumped into the car. At that time, I just saved her and didn't have time to catch the attacker."
"You send me your current location, and I will send someone to pick you up right away."
Fan Jianming said coldly: "You won't send another killer, will you?"
Fan Jianming's consciousness stared into Jordan's eyes, and he saw Jordan's brows
Yi Wrinkle: "Do you suspect that I sent a killer to kill you? How many people attacked you?"
"A car, an off-road vehicle, exactly how many people are unclear."
Jordan asked in return: "I don't know how good you are. The last time I took so many people on the pier, I couldn't help you. If I want to kill you, do you think I will only send two cars?"
Fan Jianming's consciousness saw Jordan thinking in his heart: Don't ask, it must be from Death Canyon.
Fan Jianming was stunned. Interpol was worried that Jordan might be the black hand behind the Dark Lord, and might even be implanted with a chip. But from the current situation, Jordan is not only innocent, but also suspects that the attacker is the Dark Lord. His goal should be him.
Fan Jianming asked: "Then you mean that someone else attacked me?"
Jordan explained: "Obviously, they are not targeting you, but me. All my cars are bulletproof cars. They can easily break the bulletproof glass, which proves to be prepared."
Fan Jianming's consciousness saw him blinking his eyes again, thinking in his heart: Fortunately, Fan Jianming rushed over at this time, maybe he could help me deal with the people in Death Canyon.
Seeing him thinking this way, Fan Jianming immediately took away his consciousness.
Jordan continued: "Fan, I'm so sorry, I'm scared, and say hello to your friend for me. You send me the location, and I will send someone to pick you up right away."
Fan Jianming immediately issued a positioning, and Jordan was stunned: "Why did you go to Shacheng? There is still a hundred kilometers away from us."
Jordan sighed: "I said, their goal is to target me and even modify the navigation on the car. Well, since my opponent has done tricks in my car, I am afraid that I have been monitored now. I won’t send someone to pick you up. You can call me and go directly to my office.”
"Ok."
After Fan Jianming hung up the phone, he immediately sent his mobile phone to the bar, and then asked the young woman, "Is there a hospital nearby? A clinic is fine."
"Walk straight ahead for about one kilometer, and there is a private hospital."
"Thank you, how much is it?"
"what?"
"I used your phone and it took you so long."
The young woman smiled: "This is a tea art club. If you don't drink tea, you don't have to pay."
(End of this chapter)