Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The voice that had been carved into the depths of memory suddenly came from not far away, Lu Xinyue was a daze, and instinctively looked towards the direction of the voice.

Not who Shen Jiannan is.

Although his face is covered with mud and water, and a big hole has been pierced in his pants, he looks very embarrassed with his usual grace.

"Jiannan!"

Lu Xinyue stood up from the ground all of a sudden and threw herself into the arms of Shen Jiannan who had walked in. As the two of them came into contact with each other, the heat transmitted through the tattered shirt was so real and powerful.

It's really not an illusion.

The feeling of loss and recovery made Lu Xinyue smile involuntarily, but she smiled, and tears continued to flow down her eyelids like broken beads. The kind of despair and fear not long ago made her hug Shen Jiannan's back tightly, and she didn't want to let go anymore. She could no longer bear the helplessness and peace of mind.

"You **** will scare me. I hate you to death."

"Do you know if you are gone, I can't live anymore."

"Smelly rascal, speak up."

"Woo..."

Being close to Lu Xinyue, Shen Jiannan couldn't feel the panic and helplessness that existed in her heart. The trembling body had already explained everything. But at this time, it was superfluous to say anything. Shen Jiannan could only slap Lu Xinyue constantly, letting her keep hammering behind him with her fist.

Finally, Lu Xinyue vented all the excitement in her heart, and her body slumped into Shen Jiannan's chest and no longer had any strength.

"Jiannan, I knew you would be fine!"

"With you waiting for me at home, how can I be willing to do something."

"..."

No one answered.

Lu Xinyue's face turned pale and her eyes were closed tightly. She was half unconscious. If Shen Jiannan hadn't held her, she would have slipped to the ground.

The news that the Jiannan was killed is no different for a woman from the collapse of the sky. That kind of mental breakdown is not something that people can bear. She has been exposed to heavy rain for a long time, and the panic and the ups and downs of the lost and recovered make her The mind and body reached their limits in an instant.

At this moment, Masako Shinkawa ran out from the living room. Her white and delicate eyelids were already red and swollen, and her eyes that should have been cold were all excited. She opened her mouth several times, but she was uncertain because of her emotional ups and downs. Nothing was said.

For Japanese women, men are originally the world that dominates everything, but Masako Shinkawa’s birth is unfortunate, and she has already tasted the feeling of being driven into **** by the world. It was not until she met Shen Jiannan that she realized that a woman can live like this. happy.

From Japan to Hong Kong, from Hong Kong to the mainland, there is no verbal abuse, no high-level abuse, and ubiquitous tenderness and care that makes Shen Jiannan her only one.

In other words, Shen Jiannan is her only world.

Receiving the news of Jian Nanhao's death, for Shinkawa Masako, it is no different from the collapse of the world, even if she has already seen through the world, how can she remain calm in the collapse of the spiritual world.

Before that, she had already made preparations. If Shen Jiannan was really gone, then she would have no meaning to live.

If a woman like her stays in the world, there will be no second result except being bullied.

She is Shen Jiannan's woman, although Shen Jiannan has never said this, she will not allow her own beautiful years to be tainted by the unpredictable despicable world.

Fortunately.

The world did not really fall apart.

Shen Jiannan is back.

Finally, Masako Shinkawa stabilized her mood.

"Master. It's raining heavily outside, and Master Crescent Moon is in poor health..."

The choking voice made Shen Jiannan feel an unprecedented softness in his heart. He is not blind. How could he not see the throbbing in Shinkawa Masako's heart, and how could he not know, this poor woman has already regarded herself as the only one. world.

After patted on the thin back of Masako Xinchuan, Shen Jiannan hugged Lu Xinyue.

"Mako. Go, let's go home!"

"..."

In an abandoned warehouse in Victoria Harbor, seven or eight men and women curled up close to each other, shivering in the dim light.

In front of the few people, Naen Akhmetov stared at them with cold eyes, like a poisonous snake choosing people to eat.

At this time, the former KGB special forces second lieutenant had only one impulse to kill, apart from fear.

It was not that he was afraid that he almost died on the plane. As an agent, he had already had the despair of facing death at any time. What he was afraid of was that Shen Jiannan was dead but he himself did not die.

What I was afraid of later was that an enemy infiltrated me, but I didn't know it.

He was ordered by Qina Karnoski to protect Shen Jiannan. If Shen Jiannan had an accident, he would face the cruelest **** if he was still alive.

His family members will become suspects of collaborating with the enemy, and his parents, children, and siblings may all face severe investigations by the National Security Council.

That kind of investigation is definitely not something people are willing to bear.

What's more, Shen Jiannan was very good to him. Polar bears are now at their worst. Every winter, I don't know how many people freeze to death in houses or on the streets because they don't get food, wine and resources for heating.

If it weren't for Shen Jiannan's generous salary, his family would probably face the same distress or endure hunger and cold, how could they live in the big comfortable house in Leningrad as they do now.

Papa--

The violent storm blew the iron roof of the warehouse, and the dense rain made the surroundings feel a suffocating oppression~www.readwn.com~Under the dim light, Naen Akhmetov stood on a shabby chair He got up and walked in front of several flight attendants step by step.

The terrifying air and the black muzzle all around made the eyes of the few people leaning on the ground curled up with fear and anxiety. Everyone could feel the wanton and depressiveness of Naen Akhmetov. The tyrannical killing intent.

Several people kept moving back, but the warehouse was so big and where it could go, they could only watch Naen Akhmetov approaching, shaking their bodies in fear.

"Hello everyone. Let me introduce myself first. I served in the KGB for 16 years before becoming the boss's personal bodyguard."

With Shen Jiannan's order, Naen Akhmetov didn't want to be tortured against his will, and said in a flat tone. But for several former Soviet flight attendants, his words are undoubtedly the voice of **** devil.

On the spot, a female flight attendant was so scared to cry.

"What the **** happened and why did you do this to us? We really don't know anything."

Nahn Akhmetov didn't respond to this, but spit out a few words coldly.

"Markel. Separate them. I want to know the definite result before dawn tomorrow."

""

Kowloon district.

A black Crown sedan was driving swiftly on Prince West Road. As the wheels turned frantically, the accumulated water on the road was splashed more than ten meters away.

Fortunately, it was already night and there was a typhoon, and there were no pedestrians on the road, otherwise there would be people who would scold the drivers for being moral.

"Delong New City? Okay, I see. No, I have to deal with this personally."