Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

Qin Xirong's eyes dimmed, and her thoughts flitted. She glanced at Pei Yilin, who was calm, and then at Cheng Wenfeng, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a slightly complicated look in her eyes.

Perhaps, she should follow Samuel's advice and provoke the conflict between Pei Yilin and cheng wenfeng as soon as possible, and get the the Pei family and the the Xiang family family emblem before the child is born.

Lin, you seem to be still angry about what happened that day? Don't be angry. She just didn't mean it. We really don't have to worry about it." Qin Xirong was very generous, but Pei Yilin frowned slightly.

Whenever Qin Xirong was so magnanimous, it was always when she wanted to plot, and when Song Qian might suffer.

Although Pei Yilin believed in Song Qian's ability, she believed that she could deal with all kinds of difficulties created by Qin Xirong.

But from the bottom of his heart, Pei Yilin still didn't want anything to happen to Song Qian.

What's more, now Song Qian's enemy has another Cheng Wenfeng?

Xirong, you're tired. Let's go back first." Pei Yilin hinted at Qin Xirong's waist.

The seemingly affectionate act of punishment, in the eyes of Cheng Wenfeng beside him, inevitably brought with it a hint of protest.

"Yes." Qin Xirong nodded obediently, turned around and smiled at Cheng Wenfeng.

"Boss Cheng, keep your spirits up. Some things always come back when they should. And it will definitely bring a big surprise!" Qin Xirong hinted to Cheng Wenfeng that he would definitely get Song Qian.

Hearing this, Cheng Wenfeng laughed and said, "With miss qin's good words, cheng mou hopes so."

Qin Xirong turned around with a faint smile on his lips when he saw that Cheng Wenfeng was determined to win.

Qin Xirong patted Pei Yilin's hand on her waist and said gently, "Lin, I'm tired. Let's go back now."

"Yes." Pei Yilin nodded, turned around and said a few polite words to cheng wenfeng, then quickly hugged Qin Xirong and left.

Cheng Wenfeng stared at the back of the two men until they disappeared and a cold hum came out of his mouth.

Pei Yilin, I will never let you interrupt my plan!

"Someone, bring me the tenant from 638." Cheng Wenfeng said coldly.

Thinking of something, Cheng Wenfeng continued to order, "Send someone to guard outside Pei Yilin's door. If he does anything, send someone to report it immediately."

At Cheng Wenfeng's command, the the Cheng Family bodyguards immediately split into three groups, one side to 638 reinforcements, while guarding Cheng Wenfeng, while the other wave was hidden outside Pei Yilin's private room, watching his every move.

Pei Yilin took Qin Xirong back to the private room, turned around and entered the bedroom.

Qin Xirong sat on the sofa in the living room with a faint smile on her lips.

She took out her phone and contacted Samuel, asking him to help Cheng Wenfeng guard the exit and not let Song Qian out.

Samuel nodded, but when Qin Xirong wanted to hang up, he said something in a hurry.

"Okay. I see, just do what I say about the child. I'll knock him out sometime, that's all." Qin Xirong lowered his voice and looked very cold.

This child was the best way for her to possess Pei Yilin.

However, the moment sam found out about it, it became a hidden danger.

She was familiar with Samuel's personality, and Qin Xirong understood his intentions.

Qin Xirong didn't want Samuel to use it to threaten her to marry him, so she had to find a time to get rid of the child.

The best person to get rid of the child was not himself, but Song Qian.

Song Qian, since you stole Cheng Wenfeng's family emblem, don't blame me for hitting you.

Song Qian, who was rushing to the private room, felt a chill behind her, and an ominous feeling surrounded her.

Song Qian frowned slightly and thought of something. She climbed up from the back window and quietly entered her room.

The room was quiet, with an unusual weirdness.

The strange atmosphere around him was so strong that Song Qian suddenly felt something was wrong.

However, this was not enough to make Song Qian turn around and leave right now.

Because there were still many things in this room that she needed, and these things, Song Qian looked more important than her own life.

"Who?" Song Qian snorted and was on full alert.

No matter how many people came, no matter what their intentions were, she had to deal with them as soon as possible, and then quickly find a place to hide.

"You don't need to know who we are, as long as we know who you are." The the Cheng Family bodyguards seemed to be waiting for this moment. As soon as they saw someone coming in, they quickly came out of the shadows and surrounded Song Qian.

"What do you want to do?" Song Qian looked very cold. There were so many people here that she was not afraid.

But if Song Qian fought with them, he would surely alert the next tenant and the bodyguards in The Ritz Carlton Hotel.

This would expose her to the public eye.

This was not what Song Qian wanted.

Song Qian narrowed his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

Song Qian reached into his pocket, took out the bag of powder, and quickly sprinkled it all around.

Immediately, she attacked the leader very quickly.

The powder dispersed, blurring the sight of the bodyguards. Although they tried their best to eliminate the interference, they were still a little slow.

And the captain of the bodyguard, even though he reacted faster than they did, was still choked by Song Qian.

"Who sent you here?" Song Qian asked as he quickly moved to the window.

Song Qian was skeptical that the group's martial arts skills were similar to those of the the Cheng Family bodyguards.

"Of course it's Pei Yilin, Boss Pei!" Before they could reply, a soft and mocking voice came over.

The the Cheng Family bodyguard was slightly taken aback when he heard this. The sudden voice seemed familiar.

Song Qian recognized the voice at once. Wasn't this Xiaowu who had let her go once?

Why is he here?

"You are Song Qian?" Xiaowu walked out of the crowd and looked at Song Qian coldly.

Song Qian was wearing a tight leather jacket. In the dark room, he could not see her face clearly. He only felt that she was the kind of woman that all the men in the world wanted to possess.

There was a deadly temptation in her, and even Xiaowu, the little one, could not help but feel a little moved.

"You're the one next to Cheng Wenfeng." Song Qian asked in a faint voice.

"Yes." Little five twitched his lips. "However, these people were only lent to Boss Pei by master cheng. Mr. Pei said he was not doing a good job and did not help master cheng to keep the treasure, so he will catch you as soon as possible."

"Impossible." Song Qian drank coldly.

"Hehe, what is impossible?" Xiaowu seemed to have anticipated Song Qian's reaction.

The corners of his mouth curled up and a light smile came out. "If it wasn't for pei, why would Boss Cheng want to go to the closet? And you, how could you appear here in such a state?"

"Hmph." Song Qian snorted and still didn't believe it.

Xiaowu looked into Song Qian's suspicious eyes and chuckled, "It's normal for you not to believe it. After all, every woman who always had feelings for pei did not believe that pei would abandon them one day. And you, who was once held in Boss Pei's hands, are naturally even more so. But, Song Qian, you seem to have forgotten that there were two times when Boss Pei almost gave you to Boss Cheng?"

And now, Boss Cheng has the the Xiang family emblem. As a real man, why would Boss Pei want a beauty instead of a country?" Xiaowu sneered.

In the dark, Xiaowu could not see Song Qian's expression, but he could only feel the atmosphere around him getting more and more serious.

It seems that Song Qian was persuaded by himself?

Xiaowu's lips curled up in a soothing arc.

Only by making Song Qian disappear as soon as possible could Xiaowu ensure his supreme position beside Cheng Wenfeng.

Because the dead won't stop him, right?

A cold gleam appeared in Xiaowu's eyes, and he winked at the bodyguards next to him, signaling them to rush up.

The bodyguards next to them nodded their heads in understanding and immediately attacked Song Qian.

Song Qian narrowed his eyes at the oncoming attack and tried to take the powder attack.

But when she reached into her pocket, she found that it was empty.

Her things seemed to have been quietly changed.

Song Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. She felt a more dangerous force beside her.

This power made her a little familiar and a little annoying.

However, she was sure he wouldn't hurt her, and now she just had to focus on dealing with the the Cheng Family bodyguards.

"You want to die!" Song Qian's expression was cold.

With a small movement, Song Qian knocked down the captain of the bodyguard in front of her. She quickly took out the golden needle and hit a group of people who had attacked.

Song Qian had specially studied the art of the golden needle with cheng xian. Although it could not be said that it was as good as Cheng Xian's, it did not slow down much.

In just three minutes, there was already a patch of ground.

In Song Qian's room, only the pale Xiaowu was still standing.

"Someone! You, you, you can't touch me." Xiaowu shouted as he retreated.

"Why can't I touch you? I can move you." Song Qian snorted and attacked xiao wu quickly.

Song Qian's speed was very fast. Between the sparks and sparks, Xiaowu already felt a sense of suffocation and cold coming from his throat.

"Song... Qian..." Xiaowu was suddenly lifted by Song Qian's collar.

Although Song Qian was about the same size as Xiaowu, because Xiaowu was afraid of getting soft, he suddenly had some steps in the air and his face turned white.

"You can't do anything to me. I'm one of master cheng's men." Xiaowu threatened.

"Really?" Song Qian snorted and his men began to work harder.

Song Qian was not afraid of Cheng Wenfeng or Cheng Wenfeng, but Xiaowu was just a boy's pet. Song Qian did not believe that cheng feng would do anything against her because of him.

Xiaowu was about to be strangled by Song Qian...

"Stop!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the darkness, and Song Qian also felt a chill on his waist.

The man had quietly approached Song Qian and held a gun against Song Qian's waist.

His breath was so close to his ear, so familiar, so painful for Song Qian.

Pei Yilin, what is he trying to do?

"Who are you?" Song Qian asked coldly.

But in her heart, she knew that the person who pointed the gun at her was none other than Pei Yilin.

After all, his familiar voice, even if it was deliberately disguised, would not disappear from Song Qian's mind.