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    Extra: Faberma's Veil

    The drizzle is falling, shrouding the magnificent Burj Al Arab Hotel!

    On the top floor of the luxury hotel, in a 600-square-meter presidential suite, a sixty-year-old Arab man wearing white clothes and a white hat was holding a cigar with a ring made of South Africa's top diamonds, looking out hazy.  Shi Shijie exhaled a puff of smoke, and then his eyes shifted to scan the shadow reflected in the glass, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth:

    "Are you the Hengmen messenger?"

    The old Arab man said something calmly and powerfully, and then slowly turned around and glanced at the inarticulate Han Jian. In addition to the six bodyguards with live ammunition, there were also three young women with a formidable temperament in the room, one with blond hair, one with brown hair, and  One of them has black hair, but compared to the first two, the black-haired girl wearing a veil and sitting alone on the sofa is a little more mysterious.

    The three girls all have aggressive vigor and arrogance. You can tell the superiority of the three just by sitting and standing. The veiled girl is nobler than the two companions around her. Her eyes are neither thick nor light at Han Jian. In the old Arab man's eyes,  She flicked the cigar with her finger and picked up the post to scan it coldly. The blonde came forward with the ashtray and caught the ashes falling in the air:

    "Your name is Han Jian?"

    Holding the box, Han Jian, with his lips turning white, stood in the gap of the circle, with a touch of respect and kindness towards the old man on his face. With red eyes, he responded politely: "Old Chief Matuza, good afternoon, I am  The Han Sword comes from Hengmen in the capital. I came to Dubai this time to pay my birthday to the old sheikh. On behalf of Mr. Heng, I wish the old sheikh longevity as long as Nanshan and as blessed as the East China Sea!"

    Although Han Jian had organized some fashionable congratulatory messages on the way to the hotel, the crying after seeing Le Jing made him completely forget the words he had thought about. Coupled with the nervousness of meeting a big shot alone for the first time, he could only  He could throw out old-fashioned congratulations. As soon as he said these words, the veiled girl's body shook and she tilted her head to suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth.

    Compared to the disdain of the blond girl and the old Arab girl, the veiled girl was a little more interested in Han Jian. She seemed a little surprised that Hengmen would send Han Jian here. At this time, the nervous Han Jian lowered his head slightly, avoiding everyone's eyes and hiding his embarrassment.  , and then he quickly handed over a small box respectfully: "This is Master Heng's gift to the chief!"

    Han Jian, who was a little dry in the mouth and hot on the forehead, added softly: "Please accept your kindness!"

    "It is said that Young Master Heng is an unparalleled warrior in wisdom and martial arts, and all the disciples of Hengmen are also outstanding"

    The Arab old man did not take the gift personally. He tilted his head slightly and the brown-haired girl took it. When the latter slowly opened it to check, the old man looked at Han Jian with contempt and hummed: "But when I see you, not only do I not feel anything,  Looking at the excellence of Hengmen's children, I even feel that the rumors about Heng Shao are full of water. Is your total possessions worth a hundred dollars?"

    Before Han Jian, whose face changed slightly, opened his mouth to respond, the small box opened with a snap. Under the disdain of the blonde and others, the Arab old man locked the gift in the box at a glance, an exquisite meat cleaver. Although the workmanship was very fine,  The materials used were careless, but after all, it was a meat cleaver, and its value was limited. The old man said with a hint of joking:

    "I thought Mr. Heng would give me a hundred blood diamonds, or a British-made private jet!"

    The old man picked up the meat cleaver, then pointed out the window: "Did you see the sports cars, planes and yachts outside? Those are all gifts given to me by other dignitaries, and the worst one is an Aston Martin!"  He also walked up to the veiled girl and said: "Even the gift from my granddaughter Fabema is a pipe made of 360 broken diamonds!"

    "She is my granddaughter. She doesn't have to please me at all, but she still spends a lot of effort. Hengmen is a piece of cake!"

    Before the veiled girl opened her mouth to respond, the Arab old man added: "This meat cleaver from Hengmen is worth only one thousand, but you gave it to me as a gift. Are you humiliating me? Or are you humiliating Hengmen? It's really frustrating.  I¡¯m disappointed, an old-fashioned person, a parallel-imported knife, a messenger, a gift, and a birthday greeting from Hengmen are too ridiculous!¡±

    When the blonde girl and others showed a hint of disdain on their faces, the veiled girl gently tugged on the old man's slender sleeves, glanced at Han Jian and said softly: "Grandpa, courtesy is light but affection is heavy. It is our honor for guests to come to celebrate your birthday.  Why bother worrying about the size of the gift? Besides, we are an extremely wealthy country and have no shortage of rare treasures, so there is no need to embarrass the envoy!"

    She also said in a considerate way: "Besides, he was also following orders!"

    ¡°If you have intention, you must also be sincere!¡±

    The old Arab man still snorted heavily and threw the meat cleaver back to Han Jian: "Take the gift back to Young Master Heng and say that I know what he means, but Dubai is too small and there is no place to put this cheap one."  Things, also, you can go to the warehouse with my butler later to pick something, pick whatever you want and let it go.?, let him know what a gift is!  "

    When a look of helplessness flashed across the face of the veiled girl, Han Jian exhaled a breath of hot breath, and the usual nervousness disappeared from his face. He held the meat cleaver and said calmly: "Chief Matuza, it's not that Hengmen is stingy or Hengmen is ridiculous.  , but this messenger, this gift, is really the best match for the old chief. Hengmen has always been strict in hierarchy and treats outsiders with strict courtesy!"

    "For friends of great value, Hengmen will send its most important members and prepare the most expensive gifts!"

    Han Jian suppressed his physical discomfort and looked at the old man with bright eyes: "For forces of average value, Hengmen also has worthy disciples to serve as envoys and give them due respect; Han Jian was born in poverty, has never read a book, and is a mess in his dealings with others.  , except for a little brute force, there is no other advantage, so I can only go to a dispensable place like Dubai!"

    Han Jian raised the meat cleaver in his hand, and a smile appeared on his dull face: "To be honest with the old chief, this meat cleaver is actually a very expensive gift. The chief didn't know that I was raped sixteen days ago.  I was assigned to meet with a German mayor to negotiate for three hundred acres of commercial land, and I only had a handful of bananas and three apples in my hand, worth eight euros!"

    "For the old chief to get a meat cleaver, Young Master Heng is already doing a great job!"

    "asshole!"

    The blonde shouted: "If you dare to insult the chief, you are seeking death!"

    After she finished speaking, she stepped forward and kicked Han Jian without hesitation. The speed was dazzling. Under the playful gaze of the old Arab man, Han Jian reached out with his left hand and lightly blocked the kick.  The long legs then twisted and lifted. The blonde groaned and flew out like a kite with a broken string, knocking over her three companions.

    "You dare to hurt others?"

    Before the veiled girl could stop her, the expression of the other brown girl changed. When she saw her sister being injured, she didn't consider the consequences at all, nor did she consider the tyranny of Han Jian's attack just now. She also rushed forward with a calm look on her face.  The figure of the Han Sword suddenly appeared, and he strangely pushed himself into the brown-haired girl's arms. He palmed everything, and the brown-haired girl's body was shocked!

    She put her hand on her throat and retreated. There was no scream or any blood spatter, but her face was covered with tears. Her head was too dizzy to react. During this gap, Han Jian reached out with his left hand and took out four pieces from the brown-haired girl's waist.  The knife then spun like the wind. While the loose clothes were flying, four knives pierced the air in the thick and rough palms.

    A person with only five fingers has the unique skill of four swords in one hand.

    ¡°Swish, swish, swish!¡±

    When Fabema's expression changed, she turned over and stood in front of her grandfather. The Arab old man and the others only felt their eyes blurred. Then they saw four bodyguards holding guns and roaring forward. Their shoulders jerked back, and under the huge momentum  , the whole person's body flew backwards into the air, with a knife stabbed on their shoulders, and then their bodies fell heavily to the ground.

    The gun then slipped out of the palm, and blood fell on the carpet, which was shocking.

    "excuse me!"

    Han Jian held the meat cleaver that had not been taken away, maintaining a posture of attacking at any time. However, his face lost the usual simplicity and nervousness, and his eyes became as cold as the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.  His dull expression turned murderous. He looked at the Arab old man and the girl with mocking and contemptuous eyes, just like a god looking down at insects and ants.

    The influx of bodyguards stopped subconsciously, veins bulging in the hands holding the firearms.

    When the others were about to rush forward, the veiled girl shouted softly: "Stop!"

    The blonde girl and the others were slightly startled when they heard this, and looked at the old Arab man. The old chief chewed his cigar and gently waved his hand to stop them from attacking Han Jian, and also stopped the veiled girl from making a sound. Then he looked at Han Jian and sneered: "This  This is my territory, you dare to be so presumptuous, do you believe that I can kill you all with just one order?"

    "Believe it, of course I believe it!"

    Han Jian, who has always been taciturn, opened a collar button and responded: "I just want the old chief to know that before I die, you will definitely die too, and my sword will definitely kill you. You don't need to question and  After I die, Hengmen will definitely eradicate the Matuza family. Young Master Heng is good at everything, but there is one very bad thing about him!"

    "That's just protecting one's shortcomings!"

    It seemed that Le Jing's incident had brought him too much pain. At this moment, Han Jian burst out his potential: "Once anything happens to the children of Hengmen, he will definitely cut the opponent into pieces and slaughter the opponent's entire family.  And they have no regard for long-term interests and will not accept peace negotiations. This is the case with the Tangjiazhuang massacre, and the same is true with the Ya clan being bombed!"

    When the corners of the Arab old man's mouth twitched slightly and the veiled girl's eyes flashed with light, Han Jian added: "We all advise him"?I tried many times, but he just wouldn't listen. He also said that he was born with this temper, so before the old sheikh killed me, he must tell his nephew to leave Dubai quickly, otherwise the clan would really be exterminated, and the process would be quite cruel!  "

    The old chief¡¯s eyes sparkled: ¡°Threatening me?¡±

    Han Jian is neither humble nor arrogant: "How dare Han Jian threaten the chief? He is just a kind word before death!"

    The old Arab man stared at Han Jian with sharp eyes, examining the latter like a sharp knife. Han Jian straightened his body slightly, fearlessly meeting the opponent's gaze. He did not pay attention to the men and women dressed in black around him, but held it firmly  Holding a meat cleaver and a red sword, there was no danger, but it gave people a sense of being ready to attack, making Fabema dare not leave the Arab old man for even half a step.

    "Good words before deathvery good, very good!"

    The Arab old man suddenly exhaled a puff of smoke: "Faberma, take him down!"

    "Whizzing!"

    When Han Jian's expression changed slightly, the veiled woman took action in an instant. The golden light was particularly dazzling in the presidential suite. She touched the knife and waved her hand, all in one go. Han Jian's pupils tightened and he subconsciously ducked to the side, but a trace of severe pain still persisted.  From his shoulder, the opponent's knife was too fast. Although he tried his best to dodge, it still cut the skin.

    Of course, this was related to his body aches. He felt hot all over and a little weak.

    As everyone slightly cheered for the Arab old man's playful smile, the veiled woman took a step forward, grunted and took action again, swinging the two golden knives out of her sleeves again, twitching the corners of Han Jian's mouth, and moved her body again like a cheetah.  Still dodging, but there are still two more scars on the waist and thigh. They are not deep, but there is a trace of blood flowing.

    Han Jian was surprised by the ferocious speed of the opponent's flying knife, and the veiled girl was also surprised by Han Jian's evasive steps.

    Seeing three more scars on Han Jian's body, although the latter was not severely injured, it somewhat meant that his skills were inferior to others, so the old Arab wanted to shout to Han Jian to admit defeat and control the conflict between the two sides, but as soon as he spoke, another words came out.  After withdrawing it, Han Jian's face showed no trace of solemnity or fear. On the contrary, he showed a trace of relief, as if being injured was an honor.

    His right hand still holds the hilt of the sword, as steady as a mountain, and holds it tighter than usual. It seems that when he is sad, troubled, painful and helpless, only the red sword in his arms can give him the strength to stabilize. The old Arab can understand it.  The feeling is a kind of absolute trust, which makes the old Arab face look ugly, and also gives rise to a trace of worry inexplicably:

    "Quick victory!"

    These four words are a command. The veiled woman who succeeded in succession shot out with a bow. Her delicate body was instantly filled with wildness. She rushed forward quickly, creating an unstoppable momentum. The small knife she held in her hand transformed.  A ray of light!  A flash of sword light!  A dazzling knife light that is as bright as the moon rising over the East Sea, making people subconsciously close their eyes!

    The terrifying strength of the veiled woman is clearly displayed at this moment!

    "Whoosh!"

    The Han sword, which was retreating again and again, faced the thunderous attack. The hand holding the sword hilt exerted 70% of its strength. With this grip, the whole person's momentum changed drastically in an instant.

    The clear rain washes away the dust on the pearls, making them dazzling and radiant.

    Red sword, unsheath!

    In the sharp golden light, a red light flashed.

    "Ding!"

    With a light sound, the movements of both parties suddenly condensed, and all the air currents sank. Everything in the world seemed to have stopped at this moment. In the eyes of everyone, Han Jian's sword had been sheathed, and no one looked at it.  He didn't know how to draw the sword or even what the sword looked like. The golden knife was pressed against Han Jian's shoulder, but it didn't penetrate within a hair's breadth.

    It¡¯s not that the veiled woman was merciful, but that her whole body had stiffened, and her face covered by black gauze was filled with surprise that was difficult to conceal.

    Just when the old Arab man held his cigar and stared at this strange phenomenon, and everyone else was watching this strange phenomenon, there was a "dang" sound, and the golden knife turned into dozens of fragments and fell to the ground, dotting the carpet in spots, and everyone was shocked.  During the call, the black gauze also split in half and fell from Fabema's face, clearly showing the girl's delicate and energetic face.

    Under the dark veil, Sai Xue's skin, tall nose, long eyelashes, and the cold wind blew, and her clothes were close-fitting, and her slender and graceful body became more and more beautiful. Her dark hair highlighted the exposed jade skin on her neck.  The ice skin is even more white and delicate, as if it is shining with light. It is so bright and beautiful that Han Jian was slightly startled when he saw it.

    "ah!"

    Looking at the fragments and veil, the blondes and others stiffened slightly, time seemed to freeze, and the air seemed to be stagnant. What kind of sword is this?  There was silence for a moment, with only the wind blowing through the gaps in the window. Compared to their surprise, the veiled girl who was fighting in person was even more stunned.??, it seems difficult to accept this result.

    Her skills are unparalleled in Dubai.

    But now, she was chopped into powder by the Han Sword. This strength really shocked her. After being shocked, her eyes became softer and showed a hint of appreciation.

    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I cut your veil!"

    Although he had won the victory, Han Jian was not happy at all. He came here to pay homage to his birthday, not to fight with others. Even though it was the old chief who trampled Hengmen first, he was still upset that things were in such a mess. At the same time, he saw that he had been  The veil was torn, and his body was slightly shaken. He was not familiar with the customs in Dubai, and he didn't know if it would cause trouble for the girl.

    He has always been someone who considers the emotions of others first, whether it is his own family or his enemies, so he quickly picked up the half of the veil and handed it back to the girl who was dumbfounded. He also bowed deeply: "I'm so sorry.  , I didn¡¯t mean to do it, cover it up quickly, and I¡¯ll compensate you tomorrow. If it causes you any trouble, I¡¯m willing to take responsibility!¡±

    He looked apologetic, like a child in trouble.

    The veiled girl said softly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter"

    She changed from her toughness to her unprecedented gentleness. The others not only looked at Han Jian with more attention, but also had some complicated emotions towards the veil.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the old Arab man lost his stunned aura and turned into the kind kindness that an old man should have. Finally, he laughed heartily, waved the bodyguards around him to retreat, looked at Han Jian and smiled:  "Boy, you have the guts. I've heard of the names Hengmen and Hengshao, but I always thought they were exaggerated. The most important thing is seeing is believing!"

    He walked slowly in front of Han Jian, reached out and patted the latter's shoulder and said with a smile: "If I hadn't personally experienced Hengmen's tyranny, I wouldn't think highly of you even if others said Potian, but when I saw you today, I  I found out that the rumors are true, even you, a soy sauce-like character, are so brazen and neither humble nor arrogant, and you can defeat my Fabema!"

    "It's not simple, it's not simple. Heng Shao will definitely be even more amazing."

    "Thank you Chief for your praise. I'm very sorry for offending you just now!"

    Han Jian was slightly startled when he heard this, and then regained his respect: "Han Jian was stupid and did not understand the chief's intention in time. He injured many of your old man's bodyguards. I feel really ashamed!" He also took out a bank card from his arms.  When the veiled girls and others were stunned, Han Jian squeezed out a sentence: "I will pay for their medical expenses and nutritional expenses!"

    ¡°I just don¡¯t know if the card from China can be used here?¡±

    "Plop!"

    Before the Arab old man could respond, the veiled girl tilted her head and covered her mouth and laughed. She seemed to be amused by Han Jian's words and deeds. The Arab old man also laughed and looked at Han Jian playfully. He was a little helpless and a little confused. Obviously  I can't see through Han Jian: "We don't know each other without fighting, so why bother to stick to these tacky details?"

    "Besides, it was me who caused the matter. We can solve it ourselves. You are a passing guest, so you can stay in the hotel with peace of mind!"

    "You were injured by Fabema's flying knife just now. My medical team will come up to deal with it later!"

    "In Dubai, no matter what you do, whatever you eat or drink, no matter what trouble you get into, it will all be on my account!"

    The Arab old man's attitude changed 180 degrees, and the hand holding the Han sword was like an old friend for many years: "Tomorrow night, come over to attend the bonfire party, I will introduce some friends to you, come on, the most expensive wine  , the tenderest meat, the most beautiful dance, please greet the Hengmen envoy!" He also cast his target at the blonde, with a majestic voice:

    "Call Habusi to come back and help. Don't hang out with that woman all day long. If it weren't for the sake of my dead sister, I would have kicked him out!"

    He snorted: "He's just doing nothing but sex all day long, and he's not making any progress at all. Call him quickly and ask him to greet Han Jian all the time these days!"

    ¡°Grandpa, I¡¯m here to greet the distinguished guests!¡±

    She stretched out her slender hand to Han Jian, introduced herself with a faint smile: "Fabema!"

    Han Jian opened his mouth and wanted to come back, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground, unconscious

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    "Um!"

    A stream of sweet and warm soup flowed down the throat, and the hungry and tight stomach immediately relaxed and stretched, just like the dry land gained nourishment and moisture. Feeling the mellow Hanjian in your mouth, you opened your eyes and saw the first thing.  It was a very white and beautiful hand, holding a very white and very small spoon, feeding a cup of thick, hot soup into his mouth.

    As soon as the spoon left his mouth, Han Jian coughed slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around, and found that the feedingHe was a veiled girl, and Han Jian was a little surprised that she was here and was caring for him so carefully. She wanted to struggle but felt sore all over her body. There was a hint of solemnity between his eyebrows, and he didn't know what was happening to his body.

    At this time, seeing him waking up, Fabema had a bright smile on her face: "Are you awake? I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning!"

    ¡°This is the American ginseng stewed black-bone chicken that I just learned. I heard from my Chinese mother-in-law that eating it is the most nourishing, and it seems to be somewhat effective.¡±

    Han Jian wanted to shut his mouth, but a spoonful of thick chicken soup came to his mouth again. He really couldn't refuse. After taking a sip, he struggled to say: "What happened to me?" He tried to recall what happened at the beginning.  , but couldn't remember it. He only knew that he fainted in the hotel, and then asked: "Where are the other Hengmen brothers? Where are they?"

    "You have a fever, forty-one degrees, you are injured again, and you are still stressed!"

    The gentle voice of the veiled girl eased Han Jian's anxiety: "It can be said that he was exhausted mentally and physically, so when the dust settled, he couldn't bear it because his spirit was relaxed, so he fainted in the hotel!" When Han Jian nodded in astonishment, Fabema laughed again.  He said loudly: "You are our honored guest, and I left scars on you, so I convinced grandpa to take care of you!"

    "Don't worry, I have learned some medical skills and can take good care of you!"

    At this time, several Zhao family elites flashed at the door. They all expressed excitement when they saw Han Jian wake up, and then nodded to the latter to confirm that what Fabema said was true. When Han Jian showed a touch of gratitude, Fabema threw out another sentence  : "The doctor has treated your injury and given you three injections. He checked again half an hour ago. All body indexes are normal!"

    The veiled girl fed him a spoonful of chicken soup, and then comforted Han Jian softly: "I guess you can get up tomorrow morning, but remember to have a good rest and replenish yourself in the past few days. I will arrange for the rest of the Hengmen brothers to  Next door, you can call them in at any time, don¡¯t worry, we won¡¯t mean any harm, you are now our most distinguished guest!¡±

    She smiled playfully: "After seeing the grace of your sword, who else dares to go against Hengmen?"

    "Thank you!"

    Han Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a little embarrassed: "Your flying knife is much faster than my sword. I can beat you just because of my different mentality. You are the granddaughter of the old chief, and you just want to attack."  Teach me a lesson for this arrogant person, and I am the envoy of Hengmen, responsible for this birthday greeting and negotiation. If I mess up this matter, I will have no shame in going back to see people!"

    "So I tried my best and narrowly defeated you. If I really had to fight to the death, I was afraid that you would have shot me!"

    A smile bloomed on Fabema's face, calm, gentle, and charming. Although what Han Jian said was reasonable and it sounded the same, she knew in her heart that no matter whether it was life or death, she was definitely no match for Han Jian.  , The reason why Han Jian said this was just to step down for herself and make her feel better. This man has a very good character.

    If it were any other man, he would have added more fuel and jealousy to show off his strength to impress her.

    Faberma, who was holding the spoon, thought about this, and the corners of her mouth raised an arc unconsciously. Then she stopped continuing the topic and fed American ginseng chicken soup into Han Jian's mouth one spoon at a time. Finally, she looked at the bed.  The man smiled faintly: "Do you think it's strange? I've always had others take care of me in my life, and I've never taken care of anyone else."

    There is a small window in the house, and the wind and rain outside the window are still hazy.

    She had moved her eyes away from Han Jian's face and looked at the wind and rain outside the window. Although the sky was a little gray, her eyes were very bright. Did she think of those days when she was taken care of by others a long time ago?  After a long time, she slowly continued: "I realize now that whether you are being taken care of or taking care of others, it is always like this"

    "Such a good thing!"

    She is not a girl who is good at words. She thought for a long time before she came up with the word "good" to describe her feelings. However, Han Jian can understand her feelings. It is definitely not something that can be described by the word "good".  It also included satisfaction, security and happiness. Just asking her to take care of him made Han Jian feel flattered: "Actually, you don't have to take care of me!"

    He smiled bitterly: "A mere high fever is nothing to me, I just need to get through it and it will be fine!"

    "I do, I'm happy."

    Faberma gave six words very directly. It was not a reason but it was more exciting. Just like the wind blowing in slowly, Han Jian looked at it closely. For the first time, she realized that her smile was so innocent. Faberma knew  Han Jian looked at her and spoke softly: "When I don't wear a veil, do I look like an old woman? Am I not cute at all?"

    "Why else would you refuse me to take care of you?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ???He shook his head quickly: "No, no, you are very beautiful! I don't want you to take care of me because I can't afford it. You are a princess, and I am just a Hengmen"

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not want to say that he is soy sauce, but felt that this was invisibly demeaning the other party, so he bit his lip with a confused look on his face.

    "It's hard to answer, isn't it?"

    Fabema smiled even more cheerfully: "You are such an interesting person."

    Han Jian smiled bitterly: "Interesting person? You are the first person to say that I am interesting. I am clumsy and more like a log!" Then he touched his head again and looked at the luxurious room: "Miss Fabema, thank you.  He cared about me so much when I was sick, but I think we should go back, I booked three rooms at the Hilton!"

    "Wood?"

    Fabema smiled as softly as the spring breeze: "Can wood use a sword like that?" Then, without waiting for Han Jian's reply, she took a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Don't go back talking about it, okay? You just  Anxin is here to take care of your health. Grandpa has promised to treat you well. If he lets you go, he will scold me like a dog!"

    "I also feel that Hengmen looks down on him, which is not interesting!"

    When Han Jian frowned and thought deeply, Fabema naturally held his hand: "And if you leave now, I will definitely feel very uncomfortable. I haven't taken you to enjoy Dubai yet!"  Then she seemed to remember something: "Are you worried about the booking fee? Don't worry, I have asked the hotel to refund the full amount to Hengmen's account!"

    Faced with such a straightforward show of kindness, Han Jian was slightly startled. He was embarrassed but also grateful. Then he withdrew his hand. He wanted to say thank you but was blocked by Fabema with her finger. The girl who was born with the title of princess caught the conversation and said,  He asked softly: "By the way, who is Le Jing? You shouted several times and shed tears when you were unconscious. Are you your wife or your girlfriend?"

    "You were very sad and in pain at that time!"

    There was a hint of curiosity on her face, and a nervousness that she didn't even know she had.

    "She is a person I loved, and now she has left me, and she is doing very well!"

    Han Jian finished explaining in a few words, then closed his eyes and sighed: "Is there any wine here?"

    Fabema replied softly: "There is none here, but I can get it." The patient shouldn't drink, why should he drink?  Is it because there are unsolvable worries and pain in your heart?  But drinking wouldn't solve anything. What good would being drunk do to him?  Fabema didn't think about any of this. As long as Han Jian didn't leave, he could do anything.

    She was obsessed with the elegance of that sword, and she was also curious about this dull man.

    Moreover, the falling veil also carries a promise from her
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