"What will feel salty?" Liu Qingfeng was puzzled.
But when her hand touched her cheek, she found herself in tears before she knew it.
"Liu Qingfeng, why do you cry?" She asked herself
Answer!
There is a sea breeze blowing gently!
"You are crying for your own love!" Liu Qingfeng turned away from the time when a sound suddenly rang in her heart.
"You love Li Xiaoyun!"
"I loved her!"
Two fuzzy images deep in Liu Qingfeng’s heart ask themselves and answer themselves.
Liu Qingfeng can’t fool herself because she has been in excitement since yesterday. She has a vague answer in her heart, but she didn’t want to admit it until just now. She unexpectedly and naturally pinched my ear, and the vague answer suddenly cleared up.
"Liu Qingfeng, you are so excited because you met Li Xiaoyun. You loved him in those 90 days and nights in Somalia!"
Liu Qing wind refutes!
"But … but he already belongs to another woman!"
Liu Qingfeng also flinched when faced with real emotional problems. She didn’t want to hurt anyone and decided to bury this feeling in her heart. Just now, she burst into tears involuntarily. She buried her love.
……
That night, when Liu Qingfeng returned to the villa, she returned to the original appearance again, but it seemed to be a little relaxed with Rollin Wang because I found a slight change in Liu Qingfeng.
The next afternoon, I met Shenyang Obsidian in Yunhai Teahouse, and three Macau casino people, Liu Qingfeng, chatted and followed.
"Mr. Li!" A middle-aged man looks like a big man 2.
"How much does Mr. Shenyang Obsidian owe your casino? Is there a loan? " I asked the middle-aged man
"Please have a look!" Middle-aged man took out a few IOUs and handed them to me.
I picked it up and looked at it carefully. There were six IOUs totaling 50 million RMB.
"What a loser!" I gave the man a cold hum of IOUs.
I brought 150 thousand in the past and borrowed 50 million gambling money. Is it true that my father is a vice mayor and can do whatever he wants?
Then I groped for my face scar. During this period, I formed a habit of always touching my face scar and thinking about things.
"Brother Yun, help me. I won’t forget your kindness!" Shenyang obsidian suddenly cried out to me.
He didn’t dare to tell his father about this matter. It’s really a head start to borrow money again.
He borrowed from the bank, but none of the four major banks and Q rural bank dared to lend him 50 million yuan, which is not a small sum, because Shenyang Obsidian is not his father after all, and he is not worth that much money. It is lucky that he can borrow 30 million yuan from the bank at a time.
There is nothing particularly rich about Shenyang’s pro-prestige. People are all system officials or employees of large state-owned enterprises, and his father is the biggest official.
The pro-Wei family can come up with 50 million people.
Taking the lead, Shenyang Obsidian thought of me once, and after I fucked him, he made great efforts to inquire about my affairs clearly, knowing that I am now the dark king of Q city, and only people like me dare to gamble and lend him 50 million yuan to pay back the gambling money.
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In fact, Shenyang Yao really isn’t worth 50 million. Besides, I don’t know anyone else.
But just as I was thinking about the pros and cons, Liu Qingfeng suddenly came out of the back room, where she had been drinking tea just now.
She sat beside me and said to the middle-aged man from Macau, "Do you know Zhen Wei?"
"Does this young lady know our fourth young master?" The middle-aged man looked at Liu Qingfeng with a change of expression.
Liu Qing’s atmosphere is stronger than mine. After all, it is the kind of person who comes from a family. If she has just come over, anyone with a little experience can see that she is unusual.
"My name is Liu Qingfeng. If you can talk to him directly, you can give him a message now. If I remember correctly, it seems that he is responsible for debt collection!" Liu Qingfeng took a cup of tea and drank it slowly.
"Please wait a moment!" Fifty million is a huge sum, and naturally the middle-aged man is not wannabe.
He got up, went to the side and dialed a word, then jabbered it out.
"Hello, Miss Liu, since you have come forward, do you think it will be okay if this gambling amount is extended for another year?" Middle-aged man’s attitude is much better after hanging up.