C14 The Cold Young Master Han

Seeing Xi Zhe's conflicted, indignant, secretly happy, and resentful expression, Yin Huanzhu secretly approached the driver's seat from the back and let out a breath of cold air, "Do you believe that I won't kill you?"

… ….

Two hours later, Han Jiunai woke up from his bed. He felt the empty spot beside him and felt a chill in his heart.

He quickly put on his suit and tie.

When he went downstairs, Elder Han was already sitting leisurely on the sofa in the living room as he sipped the milk.

"You're up?" Elder Han asked in an indifferent tone.

Han Jiunai had a calm and handsome face. He straightened his sleeves and said, "Mhmm."

"What about my obedient and beautiful granddaughter-in-law? Why didn't you come down for breakfast? " Elder Han pretended to be calm and casually asked. He couldn't help but shout in his heart: Hurry and get her down! Come down! F * ck! This bastard has finally brought a woman home!

But on the surface.

There was no change in the calmness of the wind, only a tender smile of a senior. He put down the cup in his hand and said: "I heard from Xi Zhe that Sun's wife is in the same school as you. "This way, you can go to school together every day and come back to accompany me on weekends."

Han Jiunai didn't hear what he said. After buttoning up his sleeves, Han Jiunai asked: "She didn't go downstairs?"

Elder Han was stunned, "Isn't she with you upstairs?"

Han Jiunai's gaze darkened as he thought of something. He hurriedly said that he was going to class and left the Han Residence with large strides.

Elder Han sat in the living room, he was confused and mumbled, "That shouldn't be …" "Has this brat not dealt with a woman yet?"

"Tsk." Elder Han shook his head and revealed a disappointed expression, "It's really getting worse with each generation..."

… ….

Inside the black Bentley, Han Jiunai pursed his lips and sat in the back without saying a word.

Although Mr. Han had always been this silent, Xi Zhe felt that Mr. Han today was even more eerie and scary. The cold air coming from his body was even lower than usual by a few degrees.

Xi Zhe felt like something bad was going to happen to him, so he trembled a few times.

"When did you leave?" Han Jiunai said darkly.

Xi Zhe swallowed his saliva with difficulty, "..." Four... "At four-thirty."

Xi Zhe is an American, but he has always been working with Han Jiunai, his assistant. He was fluent in Chinese and could recite dozens of tongue twister commands backwards.

However, when he answered Han Jiunai now, his tongue actually started to knot uncontrollably. He forcefully made the sound of "hi" into "hi" and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Han Jiunai said in a serious tone, "From today onwards, you need to take on another mission — report your whereabouts to me every day."

Xi Zhe almost braked, he asked with a trembling voice: "Ah?"

Han Jiunai sneered, "Didn't you receive Madam's trust?"

This woman had dared to secretly take his phone and let his assistant slip away for her.

The light in Han Jiunai's eyes darkened. His handsome face was so gloomy that one could squeeze water out of it.

Xi Zhe groaned in his heart. Oh my god! How dare he refuse when his wife asked him to drive?

Xi Zhe originally thought that after Han Jiunai married his wife, he would transform from the domineering and ruthless Mr. Han into a gentle and loving man. However, reality proved that he just had another ancestor that he needed to serve …

Between these two dangerous icebergs, Xi Zhe suddenly wanted to return to the United States.

… ….

Inside the Francis, the black Bentley entered the school road.

There were a few students fighting and making a ruckus beside the school road. Xi Zhe, who was about to break into the middle of the road, pressed down the horn.

A few of the male students turned their heads to take a look, not knowing who was sitting inside. They angrily shouted, "Hold down! "I won't let you get away! Do you dare to come crashing into me?!"

Han Jiunai, who was sitting in the back seat, had a sullen face. Black clouds covered the sky, this was the expression of someone who wanted to kill someone!

However, Han Jiunai's straight body did not move, "Continue."

Xi Zhe was stunned for a few seconds and then stepped on the accelerator.

Seeing that the Bentley wasn't joking, and was really prepared to run over them, the boys' faces changed, and they quickly stepped back, giving way to the school path.

Han Jiunai snorted coldly, scolding the brat that didn't have the guts to die!

Han Jiunai put his hands on his knees and tapped with his long fingers.

Xi Zhe frowned and recalled, "Mr. Han, those people just now seemed to be the boys who pestered Madam yesterday after school."

Han Jiunai's kneecap suddenly stopped moving. His face was sullen and his expression was somber.

After a long while, Han Jiunai finally recovered his hands.

… ….

The class bell rang.

Han Jiunai slowly walked into the finance department's class while wearing shiny handmade leather shoes. He had a pair of filigree glasses on his nose, and behind the thin glasses were a pair of crystal clear eyes. He was sweeping his sharp gaze across the entire class.

His straight upper body slightly leaned forward, his left arm propped on the lecture table, the slender yet well-proportioned fingers of his right hand drummed on the table, and the entire classroom resounded with the crisp sound.

A depressing atmosphere quickly enveloped the entire classroom. Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.

They all knew that Professor Han was the grandson of the Difeng Group's chairman, and was also the future successor to Difeng, as well as the biggest shareholder.

The boys had heard about his past. When Han Jiunai was twelve years old, he had already established his own listed company — Emperor Feng. Although it couldn't compare to Difeng, it was still comparable to some second-rate listed companies, and might even surpass them.

At the age of twenty, Di Feng's position in the shopping mall was already comparable to his Difeng. It's just that in these few years, Elder Han's body gradually lost its power, and he was no longer able to control the Difeng personally.

In order to preserve the family's property, Han Jiunai chose to give up on Di Feng and honestly became the successor of Difeng.

He was the god in the eyes of the Francis students.

And Han Jiunai, because of his heaven-defying beauty, captured the hearts of many women. Naturally, the girls of Francis were no exception.

Therefore, the number of people who wanted to attend Han Jiunai's class was countless. But Han Jiunai said he only teaches finance students, and no more than 15.

Those who were able to enter this class were all lucky to have profound strength.

Now, Han Jiunai pursed his lips and knocked on the table in a rhythmic manner, his mood unfathomable. None of them dared to provoke Professor Han.

Suddenly, after a dozen seconds, a male student rushed to the door. Seeing Han Jiunai, who was standing on the podium with a solemn face, his heart leaped into his throat.

Unease.

The male student said with a trembling voice, "Han …" "The Han sect..."

"Please leave!" Han Jiunai said without raising his head. Even though it was only a polite sentence, everyone could feel the rage in Professor Han's tone.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Their expressions were all different as they stared at the boy at the door. Some were sighing, some were sympathizing, and some were mocking him and watching a good show …

The boy's eyes widened in surprise and fear.

"Han... "Professor Han, I …"

"I don't want to repeat myself!" Han Jiunai's cold voice sounded again.

This time, there was an additional hint of impatience.