The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Her eyes sank and she continued to say, "I hate people pointing me with a gun and give you all a chance to get a gun. If you want to follow me, I am willing to keep it. If I want to continue this old man without influence, Then you also weighed, can you really kill me today? And your family really won't be retaliated, I will give you a minute of thinking time, and you are willing to let me drop my gun. "

The crowd listened to her words and surrendered all at once.

Looking at the neat movements, the old man Shi was furious, "Are you all crazy? You are my people! Are you not afraid that she turned and killed you all?"

"I won't, I'm a man of words and faith." An Xiaomen hooked his lips. "Detain the old man for me and take him to the car, and return to Qiuyutai with me."

For a moment, those who turned the corner immediately executed her words.

They are efficient and they are not blind. Whoever is in power now will naturally follow whom. ,

The old man Shi was arrested, and together with Shi Xiaoyu's biological mother, he was sent to the closet and was with Shi Xiaoyu. The original words of An Xiaomen were, since you miss your daughter so much, let's go with her day by day. .

Regarding her approach, Shi Qingzhou never expressed her position. She had long thought through it. Her relatives were not the Shi family anymore, it was long gone!

To this biological father, she was already chilling.

She didn't take the position of being a mother, and her biological father Tuoba Rui also acquiesced in her approach.

At present, in the general election, the Tuoba Gucheng matriarchal group has been pulled off the stage, and the whole has lost momentum. The Tuoba Hancheng couple took the initiative to show their favor, Tuoba Danxue didn't even dare to show his face, lest he also be involved .

When returning from city B, the family of three walked together.

When it was time to arrive at City A, at five o'clock in the afternoon, An Xiaomen thought about Jin Qingyan, who must be still in the office at this time, and simply took a taxi from the airport to Jin's Group.

As soon as she entered, she was seen by the sharp-eyed lobby manager. The manager smiled and blew. "Is Miss An come to President Jin?"

"Of course, is he there?"

"Being here, President Jin seems to be in a meeting. Go straight up."

"Ok."

The manager helped her press the VIP elevator button, an elevator reserved for high-rises such as Jin Qingyan.

She stepped on and watched the elevator door close slowly.

He once hosted the company's overall situation during the tsunami. An Xiaomen was very clear about Jin's floor layout, and she also knew where the meeting room was.

In order to prevent him from leaving the office without leaving the meeting, she went to the door of the conference room and quietly stretched out her head to look in through the small window. She could see the figure of Jin Qingyan. The sound insulation was too good. What.

The appearance of his serious meeting was fascinating, quiet and meticulous.

She had thought that she would only show her eyes to stab him, and she would never be found.

This is just what she thinks.

The man who was talking was looking at the door as if radar was installed.

As a result, everyone in the meeting witnessed such a scene, and the man, who was still cold, suddenly laughed.

Everyone followed his direction and saw a pair of smart eyes.

When An Xiaomeng was spotted, she flashed aside automatically.

The door was opened a few seconds later, An Xiaomen looked at the man in front of him and asked softly, "I'll wait in your office, and we'll go back after you've opened the meeting."

"It's almost ready to go anyway, I can just tell them."

He said four words inside the Chaomen, "The meeting is over."

...

On the way back, Jin Qingyan parked the car in front of a tattoo shop. When she saw this, she subconsciously asked, "Do you want a tattoo?"

"I want to tattoo with you."

"I don't want it." To the extent foreseen, An Xiaomen didn't want to be guilty.

"It doesn't hurt."

"I do not want."

Jin Qingyan thought she would be willing to go in with her, but she refused.

This did not dispel his thoughts, but became more intense, a bit tough, "Don't do it."

An Xiaomen saw that he really wanted to get a tattoo. It was loose for a while, but his mouth still said, "If I go in with you, is there any reward?"

He answered categorically, "Of course."

"What reward?"

"Is it enough to reward a hundred kisses?"

"Old cliché."

"Then what reward do you want?"

A bad evil idea suddenly popped into her mind, "I want to dress you like a woman for myself once."

"... !!!" Jin Qingyan said for a moment, then asked, "Is it just for you?"

"of course."

"Okay." He readily agreed, and there was no difficulty. In front of her, there was nothing to do with being dressed as a demon, and others couldn't see it.

She thought about it and got out of the car with him.

The owner of the shop was a mature man. When he saw them coming in, he recognized them, and asked with special enthusiasm what to tattoo.

Jin Qingyan seemed to have already thought about tattooing. When the boss asked, he blurted out directly, "print a dragon on my ankle and give her a phoenix."

"Ok."

Two tattoo artists entered the battle, and simultaneously tattooed them both.

During the disinfection, An Xiaolim asked, "Does it hurt?"

The tattoo artist replied with a smile, "It's impossible to say that it doesn't hurt. The pain is different in every place within the range of pain that people can bear, but it will soon pass. Miss An should not have any concerns. Do n’t mess around, it will affect the effect. "

An Xiaojing's heart was a little tight. She thought to herself that she hadn't experienced any strong winds and waves, and hadn't experienced any pain. Isn't it a tattoo? It's nothing. After all, it's not her figure, and there is no companion sitting next to her What's that?

Think of it this way, the nerves are not so nervous.

Some things, when they happen suddenly, will not be psychologically burdensome, but when one thing hasn't happened, knowing it in advance will hurt, and then it will be different.

When the tattoo machine disinfects the tattoo site, every time a drop of ink is injected into the skin, the tattoo machine pierces a small hole. This is actually fine. For her, there is no problem.

But at the beginning of the line, An Xiaomen first took a sigh of cold air, and her ankle was sore. Her body was tight, she gritted her teeth and stared at the man who did not change his color.

Resisting the urge to kick the tattoo artist with one foot, An Xiaomen was in extreme pain and finished finishing a phoenix.

At the end, her entire face was white.

It doesn't hurt so much here, it's simply a living crime.