Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  For a long time, Qin Qing has always known that in Feng Yan’s impression, she is a dignified, decent, high-quality and academic lady, even if she runs a casino under her hand, she does it to make a living.

  The calligraphy and painting that was photographed for 10 million yuan is still hanging in his study.

  Qin Qing is very clear about her expectation, but she cannot continue to be raised in the greenhouse as an ignorant flower after her rebirth.

  She never expected that she would have feelings for the man in front of her, so that she gave up her plan to sever the relationship as an adult, and she was thinking of confessing everything and handing over her trump card.

  But the first step that had not yet been taken was crushed in the dust by the man’s words.

  Extremely dangerous element, this is the definition of Feng Yan for her to carry out gang activities, and rob her of territories, except for the relationship. It is cold and precise.

Qin Qing felt that the air that came out of her breath was cold and bitter, and her eyes met the man's deep gaze in a daze. She opened her mouth and her throat was dry and dumb, "Feng Yan, Qu Li's matter, why are you? Don't ask me?

  Suddenly she wanted to know how a man would treat her when she broke into Qu's house single-handedly and almost shed Qu Li's blood.

"This matter..." Feng Yan poured a glass of water and put it in front of her, seeing that her complexion was a little ugly. After a pause, she was still not willing to say something serious. He only put out a serious mouth, and said solemnly: "You are angry. I can understand, but the actions were too reckless. People are fine now, so let’s not take it as an example."

  Compared to Qu Li who entered the ICU, men are more inclined to manage the emotions of their children and do not intend to investigate this matter more.

  Such sheltering is short, which is already within the scope of spoiling, but Qin Qing pays more attention to the last sentence. The prerequisite for a man's forgiveness is that the person is not dead.

Yes, since her rebirth, she has killed several times under forced circumstances. Sometimes she was too **** and she was helped by the night. In the eyes of men, even if she regained her breath and tried to teach Qu Li, she could not bear the heartache. Down the killer.

It was not until Feng Yan drove her back to the casino, lying on the soft big bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. After a long time, Qin Qing raised her hand to cover her eyes, curled her thin body into a ball, deeply embedded Into the boundless darkness.

  Fifty million cheques arrived in the account, and the liquidity of the casino was integrated, and it was delivered to Luo Jingyuan the next day.

  Qin Qing has only one request for this, "Uncle Luo, no matter where I go in the future, I want the Red Tiger Gang to be loyal forever."

  In other words, for today's 100 million yuan, what she wants to buy is a permanent and stable cooperative relationship between the two gangs.

  This is not too much, Luo Jingyuan also knows that he has no retreat, "Okay."

  At this point, the two powerful gangs in City B have formally united to the outside world, encircling and suppressing the dragon gang in an all-round way.

Ge Tianxiang also never expected that Qin Qing's business mind was not inferior to her skill. In the next attack, he cooperated with the Red Tiger Gang, which caused the Jiaolong Gang to be double attacked on the site and the market. The thunder is too fast to hide the momentum of defeat.

  When city B was dark, the road was blowing fishy winds, and people were panicking, as the instigator behind all these plans, Qin Qing returned to school leisurely after a week of summer vacation.

  Today is the time for the final exam results of the second year of high school to be released. As the preparatory group for the third year of high school, this time the results will determine the next class situation.

On the tree-lined road in the early morning, students in twos and threes were talking about their grades. The teenager strolling in it was walking leisurely, and the mottled light and shadow of the treetops fell on the tips of her hair, fainting a layer of pale gold, and she walked to the end of the tree road and lifted her eyes. I could see the seven class scumbags squatting in a row near the flowerbed not far away.

   "Song God!"

   Seeing the figure of the young man, the squatting little carrots stood up again, raising their smiley faces as if they had found the backbone.

   "What are you doing here, don't you look at the results?" Qin Qing put her hands in her trouser pockets, tilted her head and chuckles. Last night, this group was very excited.

Hearing that, the scumbags who were wearing private suits who couldn’t tell the four or six showed a shy timidity on their faces. They scratched their heads one by one, a little embarrassed, "The boss didn’t come, we were pretty confident, but we heard that along the way. The overall grade in the grade group is not good, so I feel a little nervous."

   Is this a sudden kick?

Qin Qing couldn't help but shook her head and laughed. She swept around and found that Luo Zihang was indeed not there. She wanted to help at home, so she didn't ask much. With a move, she walked straight in the direction of the crowd, and said with a clear voice: "Now, it's time for everyone to admire."

  The scumbag label on his shoulders, the muddy impression of inexperience, whether it can be thrown back on the faces of the teachers, depends on today's transcript.

  In the past month, it was the teenager who led them to stay up late to fight hard and read at night. Now she is also fearlessly walking forward. Although her back is thin, the perseverance in her steps has vainly created infinite courage.

  The students who were squeezing on the bulletin board to watch the results and rankings saw a group of vicious scumbags surging forward, frightening everyone back to the side, leaving a large open space.

  This group of scumbags never cared when they were on the list, and no one was there. This year's uncharacteristic performance is reminiscent of the contest between the first three classes and the seventh class in the first semester.

  Is it possible that the seventh class really feels that I can win?

   Was interested in this mighty battle, and others craned their necks to search for the names of Class 7 from the end of the list.

  I took a closer look at the result, but I was surprised to find that the bottom class of Wannian had actually abdicated and turned to Xian.

"The last one this year is Class 6, um... The second is Class 5, and the third is Class 4..." The crowd followed the students who watched the list and mumbled all the way. When they saw one of the ranks, they suddenly His eyes widened, "Fuck!"

  "I'm going! Really?" At the same time, other people finally discovered the strange arrangement of the line, and couldn't help rubbing their eyes, thinking they had hallucinations.

The eyes of all the people in Class 7 also fell into one place. After a while, Dahui turned his head blankly, looking at the calm-faced young man beside him, and said uncertainly: "Song God, you punch me, I doubt it. I am dreaming."

With a flutter, Qin Qing couldn't help but raised his hand to hit his chest, with no light or heavy strength, but full of firmness, with a warm smile in his clear big eyes, and gave the final answer, "You haven't dreamed," We won, the third average of the whole year, above the third class."

   Ranked in the top three on the list of total average scores, there are surprisingly the number of the seventh class, which is loudly and steadily pressed above the third class, narrowly winning by 0.5 points.

   "We won..." Dahui looked at the serial number on the red paper, and suddenly red eyes, "We really won!"