Dong Mingxia, who had just experienced a life and death, was overjoyed when she saw the word "tea", and felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

She quickly patted Fan Jianming on the shoulder: "Hey, it's actually a teahouse, let me down!"

Fan Jianming immediately put Dong Mingxia down. As soon as Dong Mingxia's foot fell to the ground, she took a step forward and suddenly felt the sky and the earth was turning, shaking and almost falling.

Fan Jianming hugged her quickly: "What's wrong? Did your legs get numb after holding them 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 quickly plucked her hair and found no bleeding. But when he just jumped off the car, Dong Mingxia fainted, which was a fact. It should be that her head hit the ground.

"Can you leave?" Fan Jianming asked again.

"It's okay, I'll stand for a while."

"If it doesn't work, I'll just hug you?"

When I think of entering the teahouse, there are probably many people. Dong Mingxia is not the kind of pretentious woman. She always feels a little embarrassed by being held by Fan Jianming in public.

She felt it was OK, so she took a step forward.

But for some reason, as soon as her feet fell to the ground, she felt dizzy again, her eyes turned dark, and she quickly closed her eyes again.

When Fan Jianming saw it, he immediately picked her up again and walked directly into the teahouse.

The teahouse actually had an automatic sensing door. Fan Jianming walked to the door and moved the two glass doors automatically left and right.

Fan Jianming went in and saw it, dizzy!

It turns out that this is not a teahouse run by oriental people, but a tea art club run by neighboring people. It can be seen from the decoration of the hall. Although there are oriental landscape calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere on the wall, if you look closely at the signature, you will all be neighboring people.

There were two welcome guests in kimono standing in the door. When they saw Fan Jianming holding Dong Mingxia in, they were stunned for a moment, but immediately bowed: "Welcome." The mobile phone was remembered in one second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

Fan Jianming nodded to them, saw a phone 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 kimonos standing in the bar, one in his early twenties and the other in his thirties.

Girls in their early twenties are like cashiers, and young women who are close to each other are more like bosses. They are not only good-looking, but also very elegant.

The two bowed to him at the same time, and the young woman asked with a smile: "Yes, sir, do you need to put down the lady in your hand first?"

When Fan Jianming saw a seat next to him, he immediately put Dong Mingxia there and lay down. Just as he was about to return to the bar, the young woman had already come over and handed him a cell phone with respect.

"Sir, this lady needs care. You can call with my cell phone?"

Fan Jianming nodded and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: No wonder the neighbors are very successful in enterprises all over the world. Their services are so humane and can pay attention to the details of every need of customers.

After Fan Jianming took the phone, the young woman immediately walked towards the bar.

Fan Jianming called Jordan: "Mr. Jordan, I am Fan Jianming."

When the young woman heard Fan Jianming call him Jordan, she was slightly stunned, but she did not turn around immediately. Instead, she walked into the bar and pretended to be careless and glanced at Fan Jianming. She looked at Dong Mingxia in a coma and thought to herself: Shouldn’t he look for the famous Jordan?

After all, in the West, the name Jordan is too ordinary.

Jordan was stunned: "Why do you use this mobile phone number? I almost didn't answer the phone."

After the phone was connected, part of Fan Jianming's consciousness had already arrived directly by Jordan through the radio waves.

He saw Jordan standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window while holding his cell phone and following his phone.

Fan Jianming said on the phone: "I drove a car you left in the villa. I was attacked as soon as I got off the highway. Although the person was fine, the car was destroyed."

"Impossible!" said Jordan. "They are bulletproof cars left in the villa. Did they attack them with a bazooka?"

"Bullet-proof car?" Fan Jianming shook his head and said, "I think they are using ordinary assault rifles, the kind commonly used by mercenaries. They just shuttled them and smashed them into pieces with the window and front windshield."

Jordan frowned: "Do you understand, have you caught me?"

"I brought a companion and fainted when I jumped off the car. At that time, I only wanted to save her and didn't have time to catch the attacker."

"Send me your current location and I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

Fan Jianming said coldly: "You won't send a killer to come again, are you?"

Fan Jianming's consciousness stared at Jordan's eyes, and Jordan frowned: "Do you suspect that I sent a killer to intercept you? How many people attacked you?"

"How many people don't know about a car, an off-road vehicle."

Jordan asked back: "I don't know how capable you are. Last time I took so many people to the dock, I couldn't do anything to you. If I wanted to kill you, do you think I would only send two cars?"

Fan Jianming's consciousness saw Jordan thinking: No need to ask, he must be a person 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. However, judging from the current situation, Jordan is not only innocent, but also suspects that the attacker is the Dark Lord, and his real target should be him.

Fan Jianming asked, "Then what do you mean is someone else who attacked me?"

Jordan explained: "It is obvious that they are targeting not you, but me. All my cars are bulletproof cars. They can easily break bulletproof glass, which proves that they are prepared."

Fan Jianming's consciousness saw him blinking again, thinking to himself: Fortunately, Fan Jianming rushed over at this time, maybe he could help me deal with the people in the Death Canyon.

Seeing him thinking so, Fan Jianming immediately stopped his consciousness.

Jordan continued, "Fan, I'm so embarrassed that I'm scared. I'll say hello to your friends on my behalf. Send me the location and I'll send someone to pick you up immediately."

Fan Jianming immediately issued a positioning, and Jordan was stunned: "Why did you run to Shacheng? There is still a hundred kilometers away from us."

Jordan sighed: "I said that their goal is to target me, and even modified the navigation in the car. This way, since my opponent has done something wrong in my car, I'm afraid I'm already being monitored, so I won't send anyone to pick you up. You can call me by yourself and go directly to my office."

"All right."

After Fan Jianming hung up the phone, he immediately sent his cell phone to the bar and asked the young woman: "Is there a hospital nearby? The clinic is OK."

"Walking straight forward about a kilometer, there is a private hospital."

"Thank you, how much?"

"What?"

"I used your phone and delayed you for so long."

The young woman smiled sweetly: "We are a tea art club. If we don't drink tea, we don't have to pay."
Chapter completed!