Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

An enchanting rose bloomed on her face. Qin Xirong looked at Song Qian coldly.

Song Qian, it's better for you to hand over your weapon obediently. Otherwise, Wu Qing's men will be ruthless and a part of you will be useless. "Qin xirong looked meaningfully at Song Qian's bound hands and giggled." Maybe we should disable your hands first?"

As she spoke, Qin Xirong had already walked behind Song Qian and bent down to pull her sleeve.

Song Qian hasn't finished his little move yet. How could he let her succeed?

Song Qian was tied to a chair, but her movements were very light, and her body suddenly fell towards Qin Xirong.

Even though Qin Xirong dodged quickly, she was still hit by Song Qian on the waist. She lost her weight and leaned forward, almost falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Samuel came to catch it without a hitch, which prevented Qin Xirong from having close contact with the ground.

"Wu Qing, why don't you just cripple her hand?!" Qin Xirong was frightened and frightened.

This damn Song Qian, if she hadn't dodged the help of Samuel in time, would she have been embarrassed again?

Damn it!

Why is she always at a disadvantage?

Qin Xirong was so jealous that her pretty face was distorted.

Samuel had always been the most obedient to Qin Xirong. Before she could finish, he quickly came behind Song Qian and kicked Song Qian's chair.

Song Qian's body was thin, and she had just sat down. Startled by his sudden movements, she almost stuck a poisoned golden needle into her flesh.

Frowning, Song Qian moved his chair very quickly and then looked at Wu Qing coldly.

The moment she moved, she had hidden a few gold needles on the waist of her pants.

"Yes, come and get it." As he spoke, Song Qian's face turned cold.

Samuel arranged for Qin Xirong to stand up and immediately came to Song Qian and asked, "Where is it?"

"Here." Song Qian grinned and attacked sam with a chair.

Samuel subconsciously took a step back and was about to fight back against Song Qian when a brown bag fell off Song Qian.

Then, Samuel heard Song Qian's faint sarcasm, "Samuel, you are so timid. This is what you want. Take it."

"Song Qian!" Samuel frowned and picked it up. He picked it up and took a closer look. Inside, there were hundreds of thin golden needles with hair neatly arranged. Every needle was inserted neatly, like a good doctor's helper, not Song Qian's murder weapon.

Hmph, what kind of person is she, song qian, that she deserves to use such an object?

Sam scoffed, closed the bag, and put the golden needle on the table.

"Samuel, bring me the golden needle." Wu Qing stopped Samuel.

Samuel was very upset when he heard that.

How could he listen to Wu Qing?

Samuel stopped for a moment and looked at Wu Qing coldly.

"If you don't want to die and ruin our plan, you'd better hurry up." Wu Qing raised an eyebrow, threatening, "I don't have much time. I don't want pei to blame me for not getting people there in time."

"Okay." Samuel's originally unhappy eyes suddenly lit up because of Wu Qing's words.

After Wu Qing left, didn't they let Song Qian go?

He and Qin Xirong hated Song Qian to death. Even if Wu Qing didn't know they would kill Song Qian, wouldn't it be easy for them to torture Song Qian?

Moreover, Xirong once said that the most painful thing for a person is not to kill her, but to make her miserable, but to die!

Grim sam figured this out and quickly took the golden needle and handed it to Wu Qing.

Wu Qing took the golden needle and frowned at Song Qian.

Did she really hand over all the gold needles?

Wu Qing didn't believe it.

Now that Song Qian was tied up, if she handed over the golden needle again, she would be a lamb for slaughter.

Who is Song Qian? Why would she do that?

Wu Qing looked at Song Qian suspiciously. He always felt something was wrong, but when he looked at her carefully, he found that there was nothing unusual.

Did he seem to be thinking too much?

Song Qian sensed Wu Qing's gaze and smiled at him.

Her smile was very light, but like a fragrant jasmine flower, it was reassuring.

Wu Qing looked at it for a moment, then frowned even tighter.

He grunted and ordered coldly, "Qin Xirong... You don't want our plan to fail, do you?"

After Wu Qing finished speaking, he glanced at song qian again.

Song qian was sitting at the table with a faint smile on his lips. Although Wu Qing was sure that he had taken all the threatening weapons from her, at this moment, he still felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

"Make sure Song Qian is alive." Wu Qing walked quickly to the door and said to his two men, "If she dies, everyone in the house will be buried with her."

There was a strong sense of threat inside, as if everyone was going to be buried with Song Qian.

Qin Xirong's face turned ugly when he heard this, and Samuel almost wanted to rush over and grab Wu Qing and give him a good beating. Even the two men guarding the door looked a little scared.

But Song Qian was the only one who looked at her calmly, as if she didn't care about anything.

"Yes." The two of them responded and immediately stood up obediently.

Wu Qing left quickly with the golden needle in his hand. Qin Xirong comforted Samuel for a while, making sure he was not agitated, and then walked slowly to Song Qian.

"Song Qian, you are so strong that even a viper can't kill you." Qin Xirong looked at Song Qian with hatred in his eyes.

She had thought that her last scheme would put Song Qian at a disadvantage.

But I didn't expect that in the end, I would steal the chicken and eat the rice. Not only was I frightened enough by Yin Baoer being trapped in the shark pond, but I was also disfigured by yin baoer.

She was even given to Samuel in silver, like a cargo.

If she hadn't made up her mind and found someone to tattoo a rose on her face as soon as she got back, adding a little charm and trying to satisfy Samuel in bed, she would have been tortured to death by Samuel, who hated her so much.

Qin Xirong recalled the nearly punishable love last night. His eyes dimmed and his gaze towards Song Qian became even colder.

She suffered because of Song Qian, but Song Qian was healthy and safe under Pei Yilin's protection.

With what?!

With what?

Qin Xirong's heart was filled with jealousy and hatred, and a vicious thought was screaming in her head to rush out.

She wanted Song Qian to suffer, she wanted her to suffer, but she couldn't die!

"Song Qian, do you think it's better not to die?" Qin Xirong looked at Song Qian viciously with a venomous smile on his lips. "In fact, sometimes it's better to die. Once you die, you won't know what other people will do to your body. Being alive means that you might have to watch yourself being violated and abused!"

"You said yes and no?" As she spoke, qin xirong waved at sam.

Samuel immediately came to Qin Xirong and held her up.

Qin Xirong raised an eyebrow at Song Qian's unchanging expression and continued, "Song Qian, why don't you beg me? I'll let you die a little more bluntly now?"

"Qin Xirong, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Facing Qin Xirong's vicious eyes, Song Qian sneered. "I haven't settled the score with you on Pingping's account. I won't die easily, and I won't let you die too easily."

"Oh? Song Qian, how dare you!" Qin Xirong raised her eyebrows and leaned into Samuel's arms with a coquettish smile. "Samuel, what happened that day was really wonderful. Pei Pingping, who had such sharp teeth and sharp lips, was extremely charming under those men, wasn't he? It's not as fierce as she usually is!"

Qin Xirong grinned and raised his eyebrows, as if to provoke Song Qian, "Song Qian, if you were there and you were going to replace Pei Pingping, I wouldn't have any objections. But unfortunately, you weren't here, so Pingping had to leave without any luck..."

"Speaking of which, you killed Pei Pingping. Song Qian, you said yes and no? The person most responsible for her death is you!"

With that said, Qin Xirong came out of Samuel's arms, walked quickly, and stood in front of Song Qian.

Her slender fingers brushed gently across Song Qian's face, with a look of annoyance.

Song Qian turned his head to one side, but Qin Xirong still remembered the touch of his men.

The touch was really good, as smooth as jelly, making one want to touch it again.

Back in the day, she was fair and tender, but now...

"Song Qian, your face is so white! Even this hand is tender and fair." Qin Xirong's face darkened at the thought of Yin Baoer's ruined face.

Her slender fingers paused and grabbed Song Qian's arm. Her slender nails were like needles, about to pierce into Song Qian's tender skin.

"Really?" Song Qian smiled coldly, got up quickly, and grabbed Qin Xirong's arm with lightning speed.

Qin Xirong was startled and subconsciously tried to struggle. Song Qian made another simple move, directly grabbing her throat, and a thin golden needle pressed against her blood vessel.

Why did Song Qian still have a needle in his hand? And there's a hint of green in it?

Is it poisonous?

Qin Xirong was so frightened by the needle in Song Qian's hand that his face turned pale and his body could not help trembling, but his neck stubbornly stood back.

She was afraid that she might accidentally hit the needle in Song Qian's hand and die.

"Qin Xirong, that was enough." Song Qian smiled faintly, and the golden needle moved closer to Qin Xirong's neck. "If you want to talk now, I won't stop you. But my golden needle..."

Song qian smiled with a deep meaning.

Qin Xirong looked at the needle in Song Qian's hand in shock, his voice trembling, "Song Qian, you don't dare. Samuel, save me -"

Samuel was also shocked by Song Qian's sudden action. When he realized that he wanted to take the gun, Song Qian smiled coldly. "Samuel, if you want to die with her, go on!"

Song Qian raised his eyebrows as if he didn't care about Samuel's threat to him.

Samuel was stunned when he heard this, and his deep eyes looked at Qin Xirong.

She was the only woman he was open to. How could he let her die?

Even though Qin Xirong wanted him to die, Samuel never thought of doing anything to her.

And now, after she was willing to be with him tenderly, he was even more reluctant to let her die!

Song Qian, let her go. I can let you go." Samuel promised.

"I forbid it!" Qin Xirong looked at Samuel angrily. "She... Didn't dare to touch me."

They finally caught Song Qian. How could he let her go so easily?