Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Won it?" Ling Qingyu raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiao Ning in surprise. She had heard that there would be some gambling games in this club. However, she should have said to Jiao Ning that they are newcomers and have never touched a gun. Right?

"Yes, Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng are too good. They even hit the red heart and sent ten rings." Jiao Ning smiled, thinking that he still has to ask the old friend who introduced them, what are these people?

"Really? That's amazing?" Ling Qingyu smiled and took Yang Zhao's arm, and said to Jiaoning: "I opened the card with you. If they come, I will trouble Boss Jiao to take care of it."

Jiao Ning smiled and said, "I wish!"

After the car drove out for a while, Yang Zhao stopped the car on the side of the road and asked Yan San in the back: "Where are Yan Qi and Ying Jiu?"

"I went to sap." Yan San hugged Ling Qingyu who was searching the restaurant on the Internet with his mobile phone, and said casually.

Looking at Yan San from the rearview mirror, Yang Zhao tapped his hand on the steering wheel and said, "Qingyu, who else are there?"

Ling Qingyu raised his head, looked at the two of them, saw the expressions on their faces, and sighed: "Don't be so nervous, really, you have to believe that your wives are like flowers, not so. Annoying!"

"So, is it still from the Shu family, right?" Yan San asked faintly. He already asked Cheng Jia and knew what the two people said, just like the people in the box in the bar, and these rumors, I'm afraid it's all from the Shu family.

"Okay, don't think so much, come and see for me, what do you want to eat tonight? Sichuan food? Hunan food or Cantonese food?" Ling Qingyu took the phone to the two people and asked.

"We can eat whatever you want." Yang Zhao smiled. From the rearview mirror, I saw that Yan Qi and Ying Jiu swept up from under the roadbed and got into the car behind, and started the back of the car: "But decide quickly."

"Ah, I'm going into the city, Zhao, I'll drive."

"Don't, just show the way, sit in front."

Ling Qingyu’s apartment in Shanghai is located in Gubei. A two-bedroom and two-living house is big enough for her, but 13 people can’t fit it. She asked her assistant to book a room at the hotel early in the morning and called to find a real estate sale. , I only went to see the room after I came back, so the last choice for dinner is still in the hotel.

The hotel ordered Jinmao Grand Hyatt. Ling Qingyu had originally ordered 12 rooms, but was told that there were not so many rooms on the same floor, so he had to order 10 rooms on the executive floor.

Although it was the first time to see such a magnificent place, the men only had curiosity in their eyes, and their behavior was not obvious at all. When Ling Qingyu was going through the accommodation procedures, he looked at all the details casually but without fail. Finish.

All of them are extremely good regardless of their body, appearance, and temperament. They gathered together as if they were in the spotlight, especially Ye Eleven and Su Mu, so publicly beautiful, so that people passing by would have to look at them.

Ling Qingyu ordered ten rooms and paid ten days in one lump sum, and asked the lobby manager to come directly to help. The procedures were straightforward. After the hotel manager took the person directly, a young woman saw the lady she was accompanying with her eyes and followed the beauty. The young man who was not human, quietly got up, called the waiter, and asked, "Who are those people?"

"Miss Zhong," the waiter said respectfully: "It's Miss Ling's guest."

Miss Ling? Zhong Chufei frowned slightly, and asked, "What Miss Ling?" No one of the rich and powerful she knew had ever heard of Ling.

The service ecology still respectfully said: "It's just Miss Ling."

Zhong Chufei knew it, and I was afraid that he didn't know where he came from. He just had some money, so he came to show off.

"Go check it." He whispered to the assistant standing behind him. Zhong Chufei sat back next to the lady and saw two young girls in their twenties coming out of the elevator. He smiled: "Rong The ladies are here, let's go eat."

For the ten rooms booked, Meng Su and He Li lived in one, Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 lived in one. After the manager left, Ling Qingyu briefed them one by one, and then discovered these people during this period of time. I'm afraid that she is absorbing knowledge without even sleeping. She is just a little bit, and they can basically understand it.

The thousand-year gap...It is estimated that it will not be long before they will be completely wiped out...

Ling Qingyu realized that his superiority was only left to make money in the end. No, even making money might not be left.

"Didn't you ask us to eat something delicious?" Zhao Yinfeng grabbed her shoulders and winked.

"Yes, eat!" With 200,000 cash in hand, Ling Qingyu took a group of men who changed clothes to the Shanghai restaurant of Jin Mao Club on the 86th floor.

Fortunately, I have been here a few times. If I change to the elevator, I will be fainted. They are too crowded to sit on one. Meng Suye asked the waiter and walked directly from the stairs until Ling Qingyu got the elevator. A few of them just arrived.

The restaurant is located on the eighty-sixth floor, with a panoramic view of Shanghai's bright night scene. After entering the box, Ling Qingyu orders food, and the men stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching what she said, her world.

Beautiful, gorgeous, and prosperous, the lights flow like a rainbow, and the sky is illuminated extremely brightly.

"Want to drink?"

"Yes!" "No!" "Let's drink, don't you!" Ling Qingyu asked, causing most of the men to look back.

Zhao Yinfeng stepped in front of her in a few strides, and said with a smile: "Let's celebrate too, it's okay, drink! I'll go around tonight!"

Ling Qingyu flinched unconsciously, are you carrying it? You said that, I would never drink it!

"Come to two altars to burn knives, what, Yang Zhao dare not fight?" Zhao Yinfeng finished speaking to the waiter and looked at Yang Zhao.

"Fight your head! There is no such thing as burning a knife here!" With a menu book on his head, Ling Qingyu turned around and said to the waiter: "Come four bottles of red wine."

"Yes," the waiter smiled: "We also have Laobaigan here. There is also rice wine. Would you like to try it, madam?"

Rice wine? Ling Qingyu looked at Cheng Jia and asked, "Would you like to have something? It's not bad to cook plum with rice wine."

"Why just take care of him? Let's do something with our buddies. Old Bai, right? Come to Liangtan." As soon as Zhao Yinfeng finished speaking, Ling Qingyu followed behind and said: "Don't listen to him, come first."

"Okay, will we serve food?" the waiter still asked with a funny smile.

"Well, let's go." In response, Ling Qingyu walked between Yan San and Yang Zhao who were beckoning to her, and looked out the window.

One after another, the snowflakes floated up.

They had seen a lot of wind and snow in the north, but they hadn’t seen it. Unknowingly, they gathered in front of the window and watched the feather-like snowflakes, under the radiance of the light, falling in little by little. In the lights below, fluttering and silent.

"If we knew it was going to snow, we wouldn't be so anxious to come back. We should go to see Mei first." Ling Qingyu sighed lightly, and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't worry." Yan San and Yang Zhao said at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled faintly.

Yes, don't worry.