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Qi Jin was not busy talking to Hai Di, he slowly drank the cup of coffee, his entire body releasing hot steam, his mind and body feeling relaxed.

Hai Di did not speak much either. For more than ten minutes, she kept looking at the customers, and only then did she realize that Qi Jin's face was too ordinary. However, every single strand of her long hair was as hard and straight as steel wire.

His eyebrows were thick and his face had a strong line, giving off an impression of unswerving determination.

Looking at Qi Jin's eyes from the side, occasionally there would be a flash of red light, it was a kind of fierce light, it had killing intent and a bloodthirsty look, only the eyes of the fierce beasts in the cartoon could see the red light.

"It seems that he is not as ordinary as he looks."

Hai Di made this evaluation in her heart.

Qi Jin who had his head lowered as he drank his coffee clearly felt Hai Di's scrutiny. He said softly: "Miss Hai Di, you've observed me so carefully, is it because you have some thoughts?"

"I think you are a strange person. You are very scary, giving people unfathomable guesses."

Hai Di did not avoid the question, and said openly.

"I don't know how you came to this conclusion, but I must say that to you I am just a little sheep, soft and mischievous, with no bad luck."

Qi Jin's attitude was very sincere, and was unable to differentiate between real and fake.

"Are you also a sheep to the Miss Sun?"

Hai Di didn't want to talk about Sun Zhao at first, but now, there was only her and Qi Jin, a man and a woman. Sun Zhao was Qi Jin's girlfriend, so it wasn't appropriate to talk about her.

But Hai Di couldn't help but think of Sun Zhao and mention her.

It was as if Sun Zhao was an insurmountable mountain that stood between her and Qi Jin.

"I am one with Xiao Zhao, she is a tiger, I am also a tiger, she is a beast, I am also a beast."

"When two tigers fight, there will be injuries."

Hai Di goaded him.

"We will not fight. Only one family will not fight."

Ever since he met Hai Di, Qi Jin's heart had been tranquil and calm, and after carefully appreciating it, Qi Jin realized that this aura came from Hai Di's body.

Qi Jin's body was extremely sensitive. He had been struck by the small piece of wood's mysterious energy multiple times and had improved his physique from the inside to the outside.

Hai Di had the aura of a noble that had settled in her body for thousands of years. Up until ten generations ago, Hai Di's ancestors were all nobility, they received a good education from a young age, they worked hard in the brain when they grew up, and did the work of controlling other people's fates.

Nobility required at least five generations of cultivation.

It wasn't just because one was rich and had the right to be educated that one could develop a noble temperament.

Rather, it originated from the depths of his bloodline. It was a type of prideful pride that came from the very bones of his bones.

The aristocratic aura on Hai Di made him feel close to him. He felt that it was necessary for something to happen between him and Hai Di to be able to cultivate the temperament of a noble with the Qi family descendants.

Towards Hai Di, Qi Jin respected him from the bottom of her heart, so she didn't use any powerful abilities or money attacks.

These things were of no use to Hai Di. She was definitely not short on money and would not yield to violence.

Hai Di waved her hand, signalling that she would not talk about Sun Zhao anymore, and struggled out of the unanswered question.

"Why did you come to Asia?" she asked. "Don't say it again because of me."

"I came here with a friend to do some business. Actually, what I said was from the heart and not to flatter you. Please forgive me."

Qi Jin still did not explain the real reason why he came to the Sub-grimoire, but told it to the truth.

"How can a man who has already lied make others believe him?"

"As long as you believe me."

Qi Jin's skin was not ordinary thick.

In front of face, Hai Di was unable to say that she did not believe Qi Jin's words. Although she had hinted that Qi Jin's words could not be trusted, with his thick skin, he blocked Hai Di's attack.

Hai Di still did not have a good impression of him, but she was a little curious. There was a mystery about this man, a mystery that could attract others.

Hai Di shrugged.

"I'll treat you to a meal."

Qi Jin tried to use the special hospitality habits of an Asian to move Hai Di's heart.

"I'm not used to eating in hotels."

Hai Di's rejection was still a nobleman's euphemism.

"Something has to be done, right? It's not easy for me to come once. "

Qi Jin prayed.

"If fate allows us to meet again, then please leave."

Hai Di, who could not tolerate anymore, finally left. She had nothing to say to Qi Jin, who did not have any sort of aristocratic temperament at all.

It was such a rare encounter with Hai Di. The empty bottle he kicked away was like the wooden pole in Pan Jinlian's hand, it pierced her lover's head, but not her heart.

Amongst the thousands of people, he had singlehandedly chosen Hai Di. Amongst the billions of people, their meeting was like a miracle that had just happened, would there still be a chance for them to meet each other again in their lives?

It was even harder than winning a big prize.

After walking out of Hai Di's house, the door slammed shut. Qi Jin turned around and looked, and the paint on the door blocked Hai Di's line of sight.

He saw that Hai Di did not immediately return to the house, but was standing behind the door and was deep in thought.

"Looks like my appearance has already caused Hai Di some trouble. This is a good thing."

Qi Jin waved his arms hard to express his excitement.

Being able to move Hai Di's heart was a big victory, even though the golden pearl didn't come along with him, Qi Jin wasn't clear about what Hai Di was thinking. He firmly believed that as long as he continued to speak some sweet words, he would be able to capture Hai Di's heart.

At this time, Qi Jin had no idea that he already had too many women. In any case, a young and beautiful girl like Hai Di, who was born in a noble family, was someone that one could only hope to meet by chance.

Qi Jin who was already satisfied with the amount of money yearned to enter the circle of nobles. Only the nobles could give him such a huge sense of accomplishment.

When he was at the Moor Swamp, Qi Jin noticed that Hai Di had an extraordinary temperament. This time, when they met by chance, Sun Zhao was not by his side, so he could clearly sense the noble aura coming from Hai Di.

This was the most beautiful Yang Xian, the most exquisite of skin Sun Zhao, the best of body Sun Chuchu, the simplest gold pearl and the most considerate A Lan, all of these gave Qi Jin a completely new feeling.

Very rarely would he face the bitterness of love, Qi Jin couldn't help but think of a sentence in his heart: "After experiencing the bitterness of love, only then will you be able to blossom into a gorgeous flower, and know how sweet love is."

No one knew who said it.

Qi Jin replied with a sentence of respect: "Bullshit."

He did not believe that love had a bitter taste and would never forget the sweetness of love.

Just as Qi Jin was about to turn around and leave, the bold teenager who went around the front of the bus suddenly dashed out of the alley. The pulley under his feet stopped and the teenager's body became extremely nimble.

A sign.

"What does that mean?"

Qi Jin stopped in his tracks, feeling that something was wrong.

The teenager turned around and stared at Qi Jin. Seeing that it was a yellow-faced Easterner, he exerted more strength into his legs and sped away on his pulley.

Qi Jin looked at the youth's back in confusion, and thought to himself: "It must be a prank. Can this even be considered a talent? "

Thinking that it was a prank, Qi Jin did not bother anymore and quickly walked down the main street.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Qi Jin was tired. He had been on the plane for more than ten hours and had a bumpy journey.

After an hour of wandering the streets, his stomach was growling with hunger.

He walked into a roadside restaurant.

Qi Jin did not choose between food and food, nor did he choose a place to eat.

His attitude was not like that of a noble's. If Hai Di was here, she would definitely ignore all the shops on the street, so she might not necessarily have to enter a five-star hotel.

Finding a hundred year old restaurant was a must. Only an old restaurant that had been in business for more than a hundred years would have the best dishes and accumulation of history. These two dishes were an indispensable part of a noble's meal.

Qi Jin didn't really have to think that much into it. He directly ordered two dishes. Seeing that Lache's beer was not bad, he pointed to the beer signboard and ordered a bottle of beer.

There was no nobility in this either.

Every dish and drink that Hai Di ate had been strictly tested, and there were usually fixed types. There was absolutely nothing to be seen, so when they felt that the dishes were delicious, they would casually order them.

While it seemed like the aristocrats were not free to eat, they were actually doing it for their own safety. Any food that the aristocrats ordered was safe, and there was absolutely no chance of them getting poisoned or having gastrointestinal problems after eating.

Only those who neglect their own safety will eat unclean food.

The aristocrats were a circle that had survived through generations of dynasties and countless trials and hardships. Naturally, they had their own set of philosophy of survival.

After Qi Jin ordered his favorite dish, he suddenly found a German newspaper, and casually picked it up.

What is to be said here is that the European newspapers are open.

By "public", we mean any newspaper that is placed in a public place and leafed through at will.

And in parks, government offices, cinemas, hotels, and other places where newspapers are available everywhere.

As long as the newspaper was not in someone else's hands, he could basically casually flip through it.

There were sometimes dozens of such newspapers, or at least dozens.

As for which kind of newspaper the guest takes, it is up to the customer's hobbies and habits.

While waiting for food, Qi Jin saw a piece of news published in an inconspicuous corner. "Recently, there have been bandits that have marked the entrance of the target family and have imitated the actions of the 40 Great Thieves of Alibaba. This household will be attacked that night, I hope everyone will be prepared for the bandits' attacks."

"Tsk, that was a lie."

Qi Jin angrily put the newspaper to the side, not believing the news at all.

When Alibaba and the Forty Thieves were created, it was all about boring novelists in order to attract attention.

What kind of era was this? Was there anyone who still believed that mythical story?

This was simply nonsense.