The Empress’s Gigolo

"I haven't seen each other for a long time. It seems to be thinner? It's even more spiritual." Chen Qing laughed and welcomed eight thousand. The two had video occasionally before, but they knew Ren Baqian's figure for a while.

"This is it?" Chen Qing looked slightly puzzled at the delicate-looking woman with glasses behind Ren Baqian.

This is not a bride!

"I ... aunt ...!" Ren Baqian hesitated. The emperor was afraid that she might get any more moths, so she brought a guard.

"If I'm not married, you must introduce me to my auntie!" Chen Qing laughed. "It's a pity my son is ten years old."

"Sit down and talk." Ren Baqian smiled.

The two sat down and Ren Baqian looked at the heartbreak behind him, pointing to the side, "Sit down, don't stand behind me, panic."

This is a very quiet bar with few people around. There is an old ballad floating in the bar. It sounds faint, but it has some vicissitudes, reminiscent of the past.

"I dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword. I was canceled because I was too fat ..."

Listening to this word is a tear in my heart.

"Beer, give her a juice."

Ren Baqian may not have been drinking beer for a long time.

Chen Qing took a closer look at Ren Baqian, and sighed slightly: "It's so fast. My son is ten years old, but it doesn't change much for you."

"This change hasn't changed much?" Ren Baqian touched his face, and the shiny bald head, thinking that he was still a little flesh.

"The years are really a pig killer!"

"Come on, you have changed a lot this way. Look at your face, there are no traces of years. Look at me, wrinkles are up." Chen Qing cursed with a smile.

Twelve years have passed since Earth time, and Ren Baqian has only experienced six years.

"What about Jiangnan?" Ren Baqian asked with a smile.

"At home, I have to accompany my son to do his homework. He will come over tomorrow morning."

"This is too real ..." Ren Baqian was a little speechless.

The two then chatted for a long time, lamenting these years. In fact, most of the time, Chen Qing was lamenting that Ren Baqian didn't feel much. After all, he has only passed six years, and during this time, one thing after another, Da Yao, everything, the war with Da Xia, calm down the sky, go to the 60,000 Dashan, how to think about those.

More importantly, he just got married, unlike Chen Qing even his son is ten years old.

I haven't talked with Chen Qing for a long time, and Chen Qing said something about the pharmaceutical factory.

Leukemia medicines have already been on the market, and like decoction medicines, once they are launched, they occupy a large share of the market, both at home and abroad.

However, the hangover medicine has now been imitated, and it is also using ivy, which cannot be avoided.

In addition, the black mud cream is undergoing clinical trials, and the name is called Heiyu intermittent cream, and a lot of money has been paid for this name.

The next step is to expand pharmaceutical factories and laboratories again.

Today, this pharmaceutical factory and laboratory are very famous in the country. The Chen family also took advantage of this opportunity to mix up the wind and water, and it can be said that they have taken various roads and have long gone out of this place in the eastern provinces.

"I'll give you some medicinal materials and formulas in the future, you research." Ren Baqian thought for a while.

Pharmaceutical companies and laboratories can now provide themselves with 200 to 300 million dividends each year, which is their biggest income besides "interest-free and non-term loans". There are a lot of drugs with strange effects on Dayao. Taking two kinds of drugs that can be developed on the earth can bring pharmaceutical companies and laboratories to the next level.

Although the source can only be provided today, after more than a few decades and decades, after the influence of this pharmaceutical factory and laboratory is greater, it may have a lot of usefulness.

The two talked late into the night, and Xinzhe didn't know when they were holding the juice glass into a beer glass.

Seeing that his face was red, his eyes were a little confused.

Ren Baqian had to rush back with a heartbreak.

I'll have to hug her back later.

Will die.

There was nothing wrong along the way. When I entered the hotel elevator, my heart-broken heart finally asked me something I always wanted to ask: "His Royal Highness!"

"Well?" Ren Baqian turned to look at him.

"Why is your head so bright?" In the heart of Zhebi, the ghost sent the words from God.

Ren Baqian: ...

Can you chat? what?

Looking at the searching gaze behind Xinzhe's glasses, Ren Baqian uttered a sentence: "Probably power generation with love!"

Ren Baqian wondered, wasn't it for His Majesty? Otherwise, how do you practice that exercise yourself? How else could it be so bright? This is all heavy love!

His heart-breaking eyes flickered a few times, suppressing his mood and inquiring softly: "That ... electric shock test, can't we do it?"

Ren Baqian was startled when he heard the voice and words of heartbreak.

Why did you bring this up?

"Of course ..." Ren Baqian wanted to say that he wouldn't do it of course, but seeing the broken heart, in addition to the calmness of the past, he seemed to have some other colors, so he didn't say those two words.

"Do you like the electric shock test?" The pictures at that time emerged subconsciously in Ren Baqian's mind, as if he was watching a movie, with a slow release!

After thinking about it, I answered honestly: "Some interested, I think it's ... interesting! That experiment made me feel something different, something I have never done before."

Ren Baqian certainly knew it had never happened before, but he could n’t explain it to his heart.

And heartbroken, never touched these things.

"Of course there will be trials, and I will inform you when that happens." "He replied.

Ren Baqian rubbed his head.

Seeing the heart break is usually indifferent, I really didn't see it, it was still shaking.

He Ning Caichen draws a line.

Forget it, you can be helpful!

Don't leave a name for good things, don't praise me.

...

The next day was the wedding. Ren Baqian was manipulated like a puppet for a long time, and then he went to pick up a relative.

"Nervous?" Ren Wannian just came out and smiled.

Ren Baqian gave him a slap in his head.

I'm not nervous, I just feel very fresh.

Although I count myself as a second marriage.

But last time I was the one I picked up.

Turn around and look behind you, Chen Qing, Ren Wannian, Ding Jie, and ten flying riders, nodded contentedly, they can be regarded as strong!

"Upstairs!"

On the floor, Ren Baqian knocked on the door, but nothing happened.

Ren Baqian twisted the handle and locked it inside.

"Oh, you have to open the door first, right?" Ren Baqian smiled suddenly.

Under normal circumstances, this should be to knock on the door with a red envelope, right?

But inside is the red kite, the red envelope is definitely useless.

Ren Baqian pulled a bag directly from the waist: "Big white rabbit toffee, who wants?"

The photographers of the wedding companies in the back are trembling. I have never seen a groom hanging a bag with a big white rabbit toffee when he got married!

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