When Leng Juan heard the words, the corners of his lips twitched, and he smiled: "The Leng family's rules are not limited to these, but also... For example, every couple has sex for at least five days a week, at least three times a day. above......."

"Of course, this is for the sake of our Leng family descendants."

"But considering that Mrs. is still in school, twice a day from Monday to Friday, and the remaining five times will be made up on Saturday and Sunday."

"..."

The man said a lot, and Qiao Yimo's face became darker and darker.

She looked at the man's careful calculation, and sneered, "You Leng's rules are so many."

"Could it be that Madam doesn't believe it?"

"Believe you!"

Leng Juan looked at the girl's face and couldn't help but laugh, "Then I will call grandma to see if Leng's family has these rules."

With that said, he really reached out to touch the phone.

Qiao Yimo quickly shook the man's hand, his expression stiff, "Yes, I believe it."

If you want to bring up these such private matters in front of Mrs. Leng, it would be better to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Dog man, can really make up stories!

The man constricted his eyes and shook her hand with his backhand, "The lady must remember Leng's rules."

Qiao Yimo rolled his eyes at the man silently.

Even if she doesn't need to remember, this man will remind her every day.

She suddenly regretted it. Why did she like such a man! ! !

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was very strange.

One side is sunny, the other side is dark clouds.

Leng Tien's lips twitched, and he looked very good.

Qiao Yimo leaned his head against the window, brooding about those things just now.

Suddenly, a cell phone ringing broke this weird atmosphere.

It's Qiao Yimo!

She turned on the screen and it was Su Zhe.

"Hey."

"Sister Mo, has the sky changed over country Y?"

"What's wrong?"

"There is a message from the medical community in Country Y that Ouyang Biyun is dead."

"As far as I know, it's murder!"

Ouyang Biyun?

Is that the person who held up with her last time?

Qiao Yimo squinted his eyes, looked at the scenery outside the window blankly, and said casually, "I'm not interested in her."

She can't control that much about country Y.

Moreover, she and Ouyang Biyun couldn't get along either.

"Of course I know what you are interested in." Su Zhe raised his voice, a little excited: "But you must be interested in another thing."

"Let's talk." Qiao Yimo had some patience.

"Didn't she receive a one-billion-dollar order from country M? According to internal information, her medical results were stolen this time."

"Moreover, her death may not be related to the theft of medical results."

Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows while listening to the contents of the phone.

The raised eyes are extremely lazy.

She opened the mouth and said: "In order to get the research results to kill, it shows that the research results should be very important."

Moreover, the other party also opened a high price of one billion.

Who can do such a big deal?

Thinking of this, Qiao Yimo was very curious about what it was.

"Zhe, otherwise you can check, what exactly is Ouyang Biyun studying after taking a billion."

Su Zhe hummed, "Okay, I'm also very curious, anyway, I don't have anything to do these days, I'll come and find out."

After the last word fell, Qiao Yimo hung up the phone.

When she put away the phone, the man beside her turned to look at her and said, "What are you talking about?"

Qiao Yimo paused and said slowly, "It's something happened in the medical world! Do you remember that I participated in an international medical rookie contest in country Y before? The hot champion was murdered today."

Hearing this, the man frowned, and after a while, nodded, "I've watched that game."

A replay of the live broadcast he watched at the company.

Now that I think about it, there is still some influence.

but.......

"Momo, you have always been uninterested in other people's affairs, how come you suddenly wanted to investigate her." He said coldly and puzzledly. JrNovels.com