Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 218 Dangerous Source

Qin Qing didn’t know who recommended Baidu to Feng Yan in the first place. She wandered around Shi Yuan, Tian Peng and others, and found tragically that most of these men who are usually on the battlefield might have their eyes open in life. Blind, it’s no wonder that my guardian believes in the crowd who are irrigated by the Internet sector.

  And when the original calligraphy was exposed on some floors, the man whose brain line was straight also directly threw out a picture.

The light in the picture is not very good. The wall or wood looks a bit crude. It should be a training base. The morning sun shines through the gaps in the window sill. A little bit of brilliance is printed on the paper. The thin rice paper is not for easy carrying. What's the matter, there is not even a decent frame, it is so simple and rudely hung on the top of the small wooden bed.

Although the copybook was an improvisational work by Qin Qing, the pen was beautiful and powerful, and there was a faint madness. The little cinnabar and peach blossoms at the end of the pen were curled up by a brush, and looked beautifully like a picture. painting.

  It is such a picture with a sharp contrast between light and dark and a fierce conflict with the environment, which makes the originally bleak post instantly open up like a surge, and the next smoke is full of exclamation points.

  First floor: Damn it! ! This is really a kid's calligraphy, let's play with me, this is obviously a wall chart of a boutique!

  Second floor: Damn it! I almost poked my eyes and zoomed in and studied it, and found that it was really handwritten, compared to the dog crawling characters I sent, and got beaten in the face.

  3rd floor: I am a calligraphy lover, and I am very responsible to tell everyone that this is not a wall chart, but a real artificial font with cinnabar rendering. Finally, I also want to say, fuck! Kneel down.jpg

  Fourth floor: Is what you said upstairs true? Then I have reason to suspect that the Lord is here to speculate. Would you please turn around if you show off your horse?

  ……

  There are many skeptical conspiracy theorists in these envious, jealous and hate posts, but the guardian may be busy with his work. After more than a hundred questionings, he bubbling again. This time he asked about the health products that the child needs for imbalanced nutrition.

  There are still people who are reluctant and unforgiving, and some people have smashed the list of promotional advertisements. Since then, they have finally caught the culprit of melatonin.

Qin Qing looked at her teeth, and wanted to shout Nan Xu up and shut down the post overnight, so that the guardian was instilled with strange thoughts all day long, but looked down at her guardian's special reply to thank you and like it. She was a while again. Don't get rid of it.

"Hey, forget it, just treat it as a hobby." Qin Qing pinched her eyebrows tiredly, remembering the picture of ice cube face cooking porridge while holding her mobile phone, smiled helplessly, and then accepted it in relief. The phone turned and fell asleep.

  This time, there are no more terrible nightmares in her dreams, only the sound of a drumbeat of heartbeat when a man pulls her into his arms.

However, Feng Yan on the other side was far from being so comfortable. After taking a cold shower for an hour in the middle of the night, looking down at the little brother who could not get down, he ran around the outer wall of the house for most of the night, and finally stopped. I found that my mobile phone had fallen into the girl's room again, fearing that I was out of control and afraid of delaying things. I struggled for a long time or sneaked into the room from the fence.

He originally intended to find the phone and walk away, but when he entered the room, he automatically tucked the quilt for the girl, and then probed his forehead to measure the body temperature. When he found that the fever subsided, he was relieved, and his eyes sharply noticed that one slender arm was bruised. Chunks.

  It seemed to feel pain, even in her sleep, the girl unconsciously protected the place from bumps.

  It was the killer who injured her.

Feng Yan's eyebrows couldn't help but a layer of hostility appeared, and the whole body couldn't stop the cold air, his eyes were firmly nailed to the wound, until the girl seemed to be cold and pulled the quilt up and pulled it up like a dream. Consciously.

"Major General, you have a murderous intention when you have an unusual attachment to a person. This is not a good thing. Persistence will trigger a lot of negative emotions. This kind of situation is the same as being victorious, and it is also true that you were not allowed to exert your full strength in the team. Out of this consideration. Now, my suggestion is to stay away from the source of influence temporarily."

  The words of the psychologists are still in my ears. As a doctoral instructor who has been counseling post-war trauma all the year round, Feng Yan, a pioneer who has been trained and enlisted since childhood, has been closely watching him. Three years ago, he had an accident briefly. Due to the traumatic sequelae, he lost the memory of the three months after Feng Yue died. The top secret files have been sealed up, and his regular psychological counseling has not stopped.

  The last time he almost killed Qu Li by the wrong hand on the edge of the cliff, the senior management kept him for more than a week. In the end, he had to let the people under his hands go fishing to get away and rush back.

   Originally, he thought the problem was not serious, but in the corridor of Huanhai Hotel, the moment he turned around and almost pinched the girl’s neck, he could no longer deceive himself.

"You are not the same." He sat next to the girl, folded his fists on his knees and clenched tightly, as if talking to himself or taking an oath, watching the peaceful face in his sleep solemnly. road.

   Immediately, he put away his phone and got up and walked towards the hot spring pool, leaped over the fence wall neatly, and then turned to face Nan Xu who was sitting under the cherry tree.

  The air fell silent in vain.

At that time, Nanxu was holding a glass of sake in her hand, her gesture froze in the air, staring her eyes thinking that she had hallucinations in the middle of the night, so after a daze for a while, she reflexively raised her other hand and hit Say hello, "Hi."

  Two cold eyes swept over the man’s ice-sculpted face. There was no embarrassment or embarrassment to be noticed at all. It seemed as if he came out of the garden after strolling around and nodded calmly, "Yeah."

   Then, walking away coldly.

Nanxu’s exhaustion that day was frozen into a popsicle, and he was full of agitation. After watching the man’s tall figure disappear in the maple forest, he looked back at the fence wall and looked like a mentally retarded. They were all awakened by Shengsheng.

  Fuck, isn’t that Qin Qing’s room? That was the legendary Major General Feng Da, right now, what did you do when you came out from Qin Qing's house in the middle of the night? What did the two of them do in the room most of the day, and what academic issues need to be discussed at this point in time? Is my boss Qin who is delicate and frail now okay? ! !

  Nan Xu shook the cup, shook Parkinson's hand and poured the pot into her mouth. It took a long time to suppress the countless roars in her heart, and stepped back to the room with a mysterious step.

The next morning, Nan Xu, who had been insomnia all night, got up with tenacious willpower, dragged half-dead steps to Qin Qing’s room to find someone, but hit the empty door. He waited until the restaurant to see someone kneeling dignifiedly. Sit on the tatami and have breakfast.

   "Morning." The girl greeted her with a refreshing head, and finally looked at her with a prostration look, and couldn't help but caring: "Why didn't you sleep last night?"

  (End of this chapter)