Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Qin Qing didn't know who recommended Baidu to Feng Yan in the first place. She wandered around Shi Yuantian Peng and others, and tragically found that most of these men who usually fight hard on the battlefield may have opened their eyes in life. Blind, it's no wonder that my guardian believes in the people who are flooded by the Internet sector.

Moreover, when some of the floors showed his authentic calligraphy, the man with a straight line of brain also directly threw out a picture.

The light in the picture is not very good, the walls are still made of wood, and it looks a little crude. It should be a training base. The morning sun shines in through the gaps in the window sill, and a little light is printed on the paper. I don’t know that the thin rice paper is for easy carrying. Or something, it doesn't even have a decent frame, it's just hung on the small wooden bed so simply and crudely.

And although that copybook was Qin Qing's impromptu work, but the brushstrokes are beautiful and powerful, and there is a hint of madness. The little cinnabar peach blossoms at the end of the strokes fly wantonly as if they were rolled up by a brush, beautifully like a painting. painting.

It is just such a picture with a strong contrast between light and dark and a fierce conflict with the environment, which makes the original bleak post suddenly open and hang up, and the next step is full of exclamation points.

First floor: Damn it! ! This is a child's calligraphy, please play with mine, this is obviously a wall chart of a boutique!

Second floor: Damn it! I also almost poked my eyes, and zoomed in on the research, and found that it was really handwritten. Compared with the dog crawling characters I posted, I was slapped in the face.

Third 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, damn it! kneel kneel kneel.jpg

Fourth floor: Is what the upstairs said true? Then I have reason to suspect that the owner of this bar is here to hype. If you want to show off your horse, please turn the corner, please?

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There are many skeptical conspiracy theorists in these posts of envy, jealousy and hatred, but the guardian may be busy with business, and it took a hundred layers of questioning before he made a fuss again. This time, the question was about health supplements for children with unbalanced nutrition.

There were still some people who refused to give up, and some people made troubles and smashed the list of promotional advertisements. Since then, the culprit of melatonin has finally been caught.

Qin Qing gritted her teeth as she watched, and really wanted to call Nan Xu up and block the post overnight so that the guardian would not be indoctrinated with strange thoughts all day long, but she looked down at her guardian's specially replying thank you and likes below, and she fell down again. Do not do it.

"Hey, forget it, let's just treat it as a hobby." Qin Qing squeezed the center of her eyebrows tiredly, remembering the picture of ice cube face cooking porridge and holding her mobile phone, she smiled helplessly, and then put it away in relief. The phone turned and went to sleep.

This time, there were no more horrible nightmares in her dreams, only the sound of her heart beating like a drum when a man pulled her into his arms.

However, Feng Yan on the other side was far from feeling so well. He took a cold shower for an hour in the middle of the night, looked down at the little brother who couldn't get off, and ran around the outer wall of the house for most of the night, and finally calmed down. I also found that my mobile phone was left in the girl's room. I was afraid that I would lose control and delay things. After struggling for a long time, I sneaked into the room through the fence.

He intended to find the phone and leave, but when he entered the room, he automatically tucked the quilt up for the girl, and then took his forehead to measure the temperature. He was relieved to find that the fever had subsided, and his eyes sharply noticed a bruise on one slender arm. chunks.

As if feeling pain, even in her sleep, the girl unconsciously protected that area from being bumped.

It was the killer who hurt her.

Feng Yan's brows couldn't stop a layer of hostility, and the cold air couldn't stop coming out of his body, his eyes were firmly fixed on the wound, until the girl pulled up the quilt as if she had just woken up from a dream. sanity.

"Major General, when you are extremely obsessed with a person, you have murderous intentions. This is not a good thing. Perseverance will cause many negative emotions. This situation is the same as being aggressive. 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 for the time being."

The psychologist's words are still in my ears. As a doctoral supervisor who counsels post-war trauma all the year round, Feng Yan, a vanguard trained in the army since childhood, has been closely observed by him. Three years ago, he had an accident for a short time. Due to traumatic sequelae, he lost the memory of Feng Yue three months after his death. The top-secret files have been sealed up to this day, and his regular psychological counseling has not stopped.

He almost killed Qu Li by mistake last time on the edge of the cliff. This matter made him stay for more than a week in a row, and finally he was able to get away and come back by letting his subordinates fish for him.

At first he thought the problem was not serious, but in the corridor of Huanhai Hotel, the moment he turned around and almost grabbed the girl's neck, he couldn't deceive himself anymore.

"You are different." He sat beside the girl, clenched his fists tightly on his knees, as if talking to himself or swearing an oath, looking at the peaceful sleeping face in his sleep solemnly. road.

Immediately, he put away his mobile phone, got up and walked towards the hot spring pool, climbed over the fence neatly, then turned around and faced Nanxu who was sitting under the cherry blossom tree.

The air fell silent in vain.

At that time, Nan Xu was holding a glass of sake in her hand, her gestures froze in mid-air, she stared and thought she was hallucinating in the middle of the night, so after a moment of daze, she raised the other hand reflexively, and swiped Say hello, "Hi."

Two cold gazes swept over the man's ice sculpture-like face, without embarrassment or embarrassment at all, as if he came out of the garden after a stroll, he nodded calmly, "Yes."

Then, he walked away coldly.

Nan Xu's physical and mental exhaustion this day was frozen into a popsicle, and she was shocked. She watched the tall figure of the man disappear behind the maple forest, and then looked back at the fence. They were all woken up with fright.

Damn, isn't that Qin Qing's room? That one just now is the legendary Major General Feng, what are you doing out of Qin Qing's room in the middle of the night? What did the two of them do in the room for most of the day, and what academic issues need to be discussed at this point in time? Now, how is my delicate and frail Boss Qin? ! !

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

The next morning, Nan Xu, who had suffered from insomnia all night, got up with tenacious willpower, dragged her half-dead footsteps to Qin Qing's room to find someone but knocked on the empty door, and waited until the dining room to see someone kneeling dignifiedly Sit on tatami and have breakfast.

"Morning." The girl turned her head to say hello refreshedly, and finally looked at her exhausted face, and couldn't help asking: "Did you not sleep well last night?"