After finishing speaking, Mr. Qian glanced at Lingjun:

"You can ask me for reimbursement for all your expenses in Songhai in the future, and I will give you the tiger skin in the warehouse of the White Tiger Guard gang."

Lingjun understood: "Uncle, I will perfunctory for Yuanshi."

The three of them didn't speak any more, they breathed out white smoke leisurely.

After a while, Zhang Yuanqing said: "Boss, did you cut something from me?"

Fu Qingyang held a cigar, took a sip from the whiskey on the table, "Red Line."

"What?"

Mr. Qian repeated: "The red line, the red line that symbolizes marriage."

"Pfft!" The playboy laughed out loud, "If you cut the red thread, you won't be touched by a leaf among thousands of flowers, because no woman will like you at all."

Then, am I the same as Mrs. Sanyang Kai, who doesn't even have "shit"? No more women throwing themselves at Bao?

Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically.

Fu Qingyang explained calmly:

"The Mistress of the Killing Palace is a musician. As long as she is willing, she can make any man fall in love with her, and Lingjun and I are no exception."

As for why he cut it all at once, because he is not a musician and cannot do too fine operations.

Ling Jun waved his hand:

"That's not enough. As long as she is beautiful enough, I will fall in love with her without the red line. In addition, the red line is time-sensitive. This skill is very troublesome in battle. It is the same as the charm of lust. It is easy to make people soft."

He was worried that I would be confused by the red line, and followed the way of the palace lord. No wonder the boss didn't object after clicking. Zhang Yuanqing understood what Fu Qingyang meant.

"So, will my red line come back then," he said.

Fu Qingyang said: "The red line will continue automatically after 24 hours."

That's okay, that's okay, for the next 24 hours, I won't touch women at all. Just as Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, he saw the bunny girl walk into the cigar room, stop beside Fu Qingyang, bowed and said:

"Master, Miss Guan Ya is back."

Ling Jun clapped his hands together, "Yuan Shi, let me introduce Teng'er to you while we are breaking up with Guan Ya now."

Jiangnan Leather City.

In the big villa of Xiahou's family, Xiahou Aotian was sitting at the table, and the screen of the computer showed the picture that the email was successfully sent.

Half an hour ago, the official called Xiahou's family and asked him to submit a report from Qinfeng Academy.

Although Xiahou Aotian has an unreliable personality, as a bachelor, he is better at writing a flawless report than Yuanshi Tianzun and others.

After sending the email, he grabbed his phone again, looked at the chat history, and hummed nonchalantly:

"If there is any problem with the core of the terracotta warriors, Yuanshi Tianzun knows how to scare people."

After all, he slumped on the ergonomic chair and looked at the ceiling with disdain.

A few seconds later, he stood up abruptly, "Let's go check it out." JrNovels.com