Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Pack up your things and explain that the village elder will send someone over in a few years. This time it was Yang Zhao and Meng Su driving the car, and the group walked back.

First, I went to a 4s shop outside Shanghai. The US dollars that Ling Qingyu had remitted earlier had already arrived. He swiped the card very boldly and gave the license plate to the people in the shop to get the six top SUVs.

When passing by a live ammunition shooting range on the outskirts, Ling Qingyu stopped and found a friend’s friend’s friend shop owner, and asked Yang Zhao and the others to play, so he sat in a casual tea house and waited for them.

Cheng Jia was not interested in those things, so he stayed with her. The two chose the most hidden place in the tea house to sit down. Yan Sanben wanted to stay too. Ling Qingyu smiled and drove away. She couldn't stand the shooting range. This kind of loud noise, but Yan San should like it very much.

Seeing that there was no one in the tea house, and in a remote corner, which should be a safe area, Yan San got up and left to see how the most lethal things were used.

The waiter brought the tea up, and Cheng Jia frowned when he smelled it.

Although he was in a mountain village in that remote mountainous area, he was still very particular about tea. The villagers in the mountains had their own good tea, so Ling Qingyu asked Lao Zhao to get some tea, and every day he drank the tea made by Cheng Jia. It was a top treat. Now, seeing him like this, he smiled and said: "Let’s not drink tea here, let’s change something fresh, waiter, come to the pot and make coffee."

"Whose car is that outside?"

"I don't know where is the local tyrant, what is it so showing off? Really rich, so you can get a supercar."

The two men walked in from outside while laughing, and the waiter immediately greeted them with a charming smile.

Cheng Jia smiled and glanced at Ling Qingyu, whose expression was obviously displeased, and asked softly: "Old hatred?" After that day, he asked Zhao Yinfeng, and he knew the situation generally, and remembered the reason why this person was able to do so in Bianjing. Calm and indifferent. On the one hand, she is indeed wide-minded. On the other hand, she doesn’t care about the personnel of Bianjing. But most likely, she has already experienced it, knowing that even if she cares, if she doesn’t have the strength to fight and suppress It is useless at all, but it will make yourself more sad and passive, so it is better not to care.

So, what happened here to make her come to such a painful conclusion?

Ling Qingyu shook his head lightly and whispered: "People can only be hurt when you care. I admit that when I was young, I didn't really understand that people actually wanted to live for themselves and for the people they like, instead of caring about others. Thoughts, so it’s somewhat uncomfortable, but now, I don’t care."

Cheng Jia smiled slightly, and his heart was filled with warmth. This is the person I like. No matter in that world, there can be no second such person. He heard Ye Po talk about all the following things, knowing that even though his concubine did such a stupid thing, she still let go of the Cheng family and let his father raise him to death, and it was for his sister’s sake. , And never pursued Fan Yu’s crimes. The person he likes has a heart of gold and nostalgia. She had such a powerful force at the time, with absolute wealth and loyal subordinates, and still restrained herself, never Let ambition erode and change her original intention, so when she meets again, she still retains that pure heart and looks stupid.

"Shengdong is bad luck this time, I heard that even if he is rescued, he will be disabled." After the two men sat down, one of them smiled ironically.

"It's bad luck, I just happened to encounter something like that, and I have a relationship with Robert's family. Even if the Sheng family wants to take revenge, they can't find anyone." Another person leaned against the sofa and said.

"I think this is strange. Both he and Gu Qing were invited by Shu Qifan. As a result, Shu Qifan's group was beaten, and they were beaten. The people in the other boxes heard that it was okay, so there was something in the two boxes."

"Mr. Zhu just looks at the joke, this matter has nothing to do with us."

"You say that, as if you know something, come and listen, and give me a wake up brother."

"You know, why is Shu Qifan going to Suzhou this time?"

"Of course I know, isn't it because I heard that Ling Qingyu has money in his hands and wants to get it?"

"Then you know who gave the money?" The man was mysteriously disdainful and obscene, and said: "It's the one from Robert's family. Hasn't the Robert family recently revealed that there is all oil under a piece of land? I heard that Ling Qingyu became his mistress. , Robert gave her a sum of money, and Shu Qifan wanted to make the idea of ​​this money. What can Robert do?"

"No?" With a look of surprise, Brother Zhu said, "Just like Ling Qingyu, can Robert want her? Don't be..." Lowered his voice, both the speaker and the listener were like this *** *appearance.

The cup in Cheng Jia's hand made a creaking sound, and Ling Qingyu reached over and pressed his hand and shook his head gently.

Taking a long breath, Cheng Jia took a sip of the coffee, frowned and swallowed, then smiled bitterly, "Do you like this?"

"I like to drink for a while." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then added creamer and sugar to him.

Because no matter how hard it is, Cheng Jia's heart violently twitched and she felt pain.

After adding a lot of creamer and sugar to his coffee, Ling Qingyu whispered: "Jia, after experiencing the loss of you, there is nothing more bitter in this world."

"Hey, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Peng, why don't you go in and play." A short man in sportswear, sweaty and excited, entered the tea room and laughed loudly when he saw the two people sitting in conspicuous positions.

"As soon as I arrived, I will take a rest. Zuo had a great time today, so happy."

"Today a newcomer came and exchanged ideas." Zuo Zong smiled.

"Newcomer?" Mr. Zhu pointed to the outside and said, "The local tyrant outside?"

"It should be," Zuo said through the window looking at the parked car outside: "Although I am a novice, I will get started soon, why? You want to play again?"

"Well, local tyrants, I want to be full of novelties when I have money, but we are not local tyrants who can play, how about? Let's educate them? Let them know that local tyrants are better to stay in their own den." Zhu Always raised an eyebrow at President Peng.

"Aren't you bullying? Yes, go and play." Mr. Peng smiled.

"Hey, don't play too much." Zuo Zong smiled at the two silhouettes, and when he turned and sat down, there was a smirk on his face.

Those people, the aura on them looks like they have killed people, and they are not a few people, but such people can't use guns? Those two idiots, go to find this kind of person to compare, I'm afraid they will die ugly.

As soon as he sat down, the expression on Zuo's face had not yet taken away, and he saw a person hurriedly entering the tea room, and his gaze swept away. The moment he paused on his body, the cold sweat on his back burst out, and then A trace of disdain and coldness floated at the corner of the man's mouth, and he turned and walked to a hidden corner of the tea room.

It was from the group of people. Zuo Zong couldn't realize it. He followed that person and saw the figure faintly emerging from behind the tall green plants that blocked the outside view. He suddenly shuddered, remembering what Gao Minghua said the other day, he said , Don’t talk ill of Ling Qingyu anymore, don’t mess around with the Shu family anymore, or else, at your own risk.