Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

Xia Qing opened the drawer and took out a delicate small telescope. The doorbell downstairs was ringing more and more urgently, but she was not in a hurry. She slowly put the telescope in front of her eyes, adjusted the focus and angle, and then went to Look at the license plate of that car.If you look at the search, www>

Army xx00099.

Her scalp instantly swelled and ached.

She recognized the license plate number. Although she had only seen it once, she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

That is, the exclusive car of General Zhan Xun. [

He came with him, and his guard squad. General Zhan is still the same. Wherever people go, there will be ostentation. After this battle of real guns and live ammunition, it's no wonder that your legs are not weak.

A few years ago, wasn't she just frightened once?

Hmph, do you still want to use the same method on her after a few years? ?

Is it because she doesn't make progress, or is General Zhan's thinking always staying in the same place, always the same?Xia Qing couldn't figure it out.

Of course, the visitor is a guest, and we still have to see each other.

While choosing suitable clothes, Xia Qing silently guessed Mr. Zhan's intention. Could she pretend not to guess that he wanted to expel her from Jun Qi's world again?

This time, will she let this old man who cares too much about his grandson get his wish?

A series of questions lay before Xia Qing's eyes, and Xia Qing had no solution for the time being. A beautiful face was reflected in the crystal vanity mirror, with light makeup on, and a restrained color, especially a pair of clear water that was more dazzling than the brightest and brightest stars in Xia Ye. Her eyes were shining with an unyielding fighting spirit. This time, since she has confirmed her feelings for Jun Kui, she will definitely not allow someone to become an accident again and ruin everything she had so hard to have.

General Zhan, Xia Qing will fight.

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"That woman still doesn't open the door?" Zhan Xun tensed his face unhappily. In recent years, as he grows older, his temper has also become more and more impatient.

The security squad leader frowned, "No one answered the phone, and there was no response to the doorbell."

"Not at home?" Didn't you confirm it before you came?General Zhan looked unhappy.I really don't like the slow work efficiency of the subordinates.

"No, she should be at home, her car is still there, and the curtains are drawn." After a pause, she tried to guess, "Maybe she hasn't woken up yet."

Zhan Xun rolled up his sleeves, glanced at his watch, and became even more unhappy, "It's eight o'clock, and I still don't get up, what a lazy woman."

The squad leader of the security guard did not answer, but stood silently aside, waiting for orders.

"Go, break open the door, and bring that woman to see me." Zhan Xun ordered as a matter of course.

"Yes." After a standard military salute, the guards were meaningless and ready to execute the order.

They are all professional soldiers, have received the most standard military training, and are much stronger than ordinary special forces. Breaking down a door is just a matter of effort for them. [

Soldiers take obedience to orders as their bounden duty, they will do what the officer says, they will not consider too many reasonable or unreasonable things, and they will not use general moral standards to measure whether their actions are correct. Bleak 