The reborn businesswoman loses again

Chapter 232 The Heart Has Changed

Guardian: The child seems to have grown up and is a little different.

The man grew up tempered in the flames of war since he was a child. From the beginning to the end, he was like a cold and hard knife. Not only was he reticent, he even spoke without hesitation and gentleness.

This kind of specious statement is rare and fresh, and the contradictions and doubts in it are even more out of character.

Sure enough, this news that was updated a week ago caused many people below to lose their focus, thinking that the host may have been hacked.

But there was no reply from any guardian on the remaining floors.

Qin Qing flipped through the floors as if addicted, and suddenly saw one of the replies, [Eighth floor: Sometimes it's not the child who changes, but your heart changes. 】

It is true that although the body of a 17-year-old girl has yet to grow, it is impossible to say how fast the change will be.And on that night alone a week ago, the man wiped his feet, and it was even less likely that he would find any big or small problems.

The only difference is that when their skins touched each other, his body stiffened suddenly, already full of energy...

Qin Qing touched her hot ears, exited the screen, and sent a message instead.

'I plan to go to school in City C next semester. '

After waiting for a while, the screen was still silent. She sighed softly, silently put away the phone and stopped disturbing the other party's work.

However, Feng Yan had been sitting there for seven days in the confinement room at the end of the corridor in the District Research Building, which was thousands of miles away from the General Army.

Ringing, when the monotonous and old-fashioned mobile phone rang, the psychiatrist was watching the monitoring screen in the observation room, and he saw a text message on the main screen of the mobile phone.

He didn't see the content, but the privacy of this phone and the time of sending the message were enough to analyze the unusualness of this text message.

"Teacher, it's been a week, and the superior has issued an order not to let the major general suffer any psychological harm." The trainee doctor's voice, holding the actual data form, was a little urgent and a little puzzled.

He majored in psychology and had come into contact with many patients with disabilities, but he had never seen a patient like Feng Yan.

The reason is that Feng Yan is too normal, his willpower can even be called steel-like tenacity, and his mental quality, which can't even be accurately measured by a lie detector, is more suitable for mental dredging than them in a certain level .

"I see. Let's take a look again. I will report to my superiors myself." The white-haired old man behind the desk tapped the paper twice, but still didn't want to let go, "Go and reply first. The major general is unfit for duty."

The trainee doctor opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but thought of his teacher's temper, so he had to retreat in response.When passing by the confinement room, he couldn't hear the slightest sound inside, and the young doctor couldn't help but complain that the team and the team abused people.

Ordinary people would go insane after being locked up in a dark place for three days, but Feng Yan has been staying in silence for a whole week without any abnormality at all, but it seems a bit strange that the laboratory still keeps people locked up.

In the room, the old man got up and paced back and forth, worrying about the series of normal data on the form. He glanced at the mobile phone on the table from the corner of his eye. Looking into the confinement room, he said: "There is a text message on the phone, I think it should be sent to you by her."

The reason was transmitted into the dark room through a small microphone, and the old taste echoed in the silent space.

And the tall figure who has been sitting silently on the chair for a week except for eating and sleeping, heard the sound, raised his head in the dark, his handsome face was blue and white under the night vision light, but his eyes were shining. A piece of red.

The old man took a step back in shock, his heart skipped a beat, and he slammed the intercom on the desk, his brows gradually forming a knot.

Returning to City B after half a month, there were too many black and white invitations to count, and some of them were young talents who wanted to take the opportunity to hook up with the wealthy Boss Qin.

Qin Qing handed over these trivial matters to the newly appointed Zhao Yin, and started to ask Qingcheng to contact Tang Lin to try on the clothes. The spokesperson plan for the new autumn men's clothes was basically finalized. steps.

But the assistant said bitterly, "We have invited him more than a dozen times. Either he is not available or the manager refused, saying that girls in our company are prone to gossip, and let us go to the announcement place with our clothes to find someone. The shelf is really too big."

Since its inception, Qingcheng has taken advantage of the momentum of DF, and the whole process has been almost smooth and has never encountered resistance.This time Leng Buding ran into a wall with Tang Lin, and besides feeling uncomfortable, they also thought they would have no face to meet the boss, so they have been struggling all the way until now.

Qin Qing heard that they ran to more than a dozen notification points but couldn't catch anyone, so she couldn't help but laughed, "Hehe, then I'll give you a day off for beauty treatment, and leave it to me."

Thank you so much for the assistant, I was almost so touched that I hugged my thigh.

Qin Qing didn't try his luck blindly, and directly dialed a phone number to ask the people from Yiyetian to come out, and then went to Qingcheng to pick up the samples and set off for the destination.

At this time, a costume drama was being filmed in the suburbs of City B, with blue sky, white clouds and green grass, light gauze bead curtains hanging on the temporary gazebo, and three or two plum blossoms on the branches, adding filters to make it look like a fairyland.

The female number one who was playing the zither in the pavilion looked at the male protagonist in the fluttering clothes with affection on her face, and saw that a piece of music had broken three times, either scratching her hand or breaking the strings.

"Call me after you have learned it. I hope you don't waste my time." Tang Lin got up impatiently and unilaterally announced the rest time. He leaned on the recliner boredly and asked the manager if there was anything. People, "Where are the little girls today?"

During this period of time, a cutting-edge clothing company was negotiating cooperation with him, and the agent signed the contract without permission, which spoiled his mood, so recently he played tricks on the people of the clothing company, making them always one step late, and he was so angry that he was half dead.

"If you don't tell me, I really forgot." While packing up his things, the manager tried to persuade him in a clichéd way: "You're almost done, don't vent your work pressure on other girls, they're just too busy to eat." easy."

It's not that he doesn't understand Tang Lin. After all, he's been running around for a month, suffering from severe sleep deprivation and having to endure all kinds of nympho heroines who go through the back door. He has nowhere to vent his anger.

Tang Lin sighed boredly. Hearing the intermittent screams from the gazebo, he closed his eyes with a headache, "It would be great if that kid was here."

After the words were finished, before the manager could ask any more questions, several vans drove over one after another at the end of the secluded road. The speed of the vans was getting faster and faster. After slamming on the brakes, they opened the doors with a swipe, and dozens of people rushed out from inside.

(End of this chapter)