The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Fu Yifeng waited for a while. Seeing that she was still reading, he was slightly angry, but on the surface he still looked worried, "How about I take you out for a few days? Relax."

The slender white fingers turned the pages of the book, and the little girl even her hair was glowing in the sun, "I'm in a good mood."

If you talk again, I will kill you. Oh, the male protagonist can't kill you, so let's play it.

Fu Yifeng clenched his fists.

"The senior invited you to dinner, do you think..."

Ling Qingxuan got up, took out the philosophy book from her bag, stared at him with an indifferent expression, "You are very noisy."

Having said that, that philosophy book taught Fu Yifeng how to be a man.

A small accident is taking place in the quiet and artistic flower gallery.

Fu Yifeng fell to the ground, and the leaves and branches of the flower porch fell on him, unable to hide the traces of bruising.

His handsome face was particularly serious, and he was almost unable to see his true colors.

Fu Yifeng gasped, shaking his hands and sending a message to the private detective: Why didn't you tell me that Lingxi had learned Sanda!

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, there were only a few more students passing through the flower gallery. Fu Yifeng hurriedly stood up, leaning on the railing, unable to even straighten his waist.

He still didn't understand why Ayaxi suddenly hit him.

Is it because his attitude of obtaining information is too obvious? Or not paying enough attention to her as usual?

If it wasn't for Yan Jing's accident, the first beneficiary would be his legal wife, Ling Xi, and he wouldn't bother talking to her here.

This woman was so stupid that she didn't even know her husband's enemy, so Fu Yifeng didn't regard her as a dangerous person.

The students flocked, and Fu Yifeng walked to the corner of the grove and sent a message to another number without a note.

‘I want Yan Jing’s medical records and current address. ’

There was no response for a long time.

Fu Yifeng pounded the tree trunk next to him, "The route leaked out so readily, and now you're acting like a tortoise, it's best not to let me find you!"

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the society of the Department of Finance is having a meeting.

The members present, from freshman to graduate students, each held a planning plan in their hands. After the projector was put on, they went up to explain one by one.

In the impassioned expressions of the members, in the window seat, the girl yawned lightly and continued to take a nap.

The members standing on the podium couldn't speak anymore, "Ayaxi, if you don't want to participate, you can leave the stage early."

The financial club includes the top performers in each grade. They usually study topics and discuss them, so as to promote each other and sharpen each other, so that they can find a good job after graduation in the future.

Ling Xi used to be reluctant to talk, but she also took notes seriously and occasionally applauded with them.

But now she is not Ling Xi, but Ling Qingxuan.

Being publicly named by the senior, Ling Qingxuan straightened up from the desk, the sun shone on her body, creating a soft halo.

The hair drooped slightly, and several boys looked straight.

Is this Aya?

When did she start dressing up.

So lovely.

Beautiful people always make people extra tolerant.

"There was an accident at Lingxi's house, so I only came to school today. I guess she didn't have a good rest. Don't embarrass her, senior."

"Yes, senior, you said it well, continue, don't stop!"

After all, the senior is a boy, and after a few people persuaded him, he continued.

Ling Qingxuan was no longer sleepy, and she wondered if she could help the little guy get a bigger bed when she went home, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

On the stage, it was a boy's turn to play the PPT again, and the pages of the book on Ling Qingxuan's table paused. She raised her eyes slightly and saw a boy with clean appearance, double eyelids, lying silkworms, and smiling like a boy in March.

He is confident and assertive in his every move, and his plans are also very beautiful.

Ling Qingxuan thought for a while, this boy seemed to be a graduate student in the Department of Finance, and his name was Chu Yunlai.

"If you feel that there are shortcomings, you can bring them up." After speaking, Chu Yun smiled at everyone.

Everyone in the audience was applauding, only Ling Qingxuan raised his hand.

"Sister Lingxi, say it."

Ling Qingxuan stood up and said coldly, "On paper."

A few of Chu Yun's little fans in the audience instantly retorted, "It's fine if you don't listen, Lingxi, and you still talk about seniors like this, why don't you take other people's efforts seriously?"

"Ayaxi, apologize to the senior!"

The client, Chu Yun, was stunned for a moment, and then lifted the corners of his lips lightly for a moment, "Xuemei, what do you say?"

Ling Qingxuan continued: "It's better to do it in practice. I will invest in your plan."

As soon as these words came to the fore, the members were dumbfounded, and then someone said silently: "Ayaxi, are you still awake, are you investing? Are you not a poor student? Use your bonus to invest."

Ling Qingxuan picked up the phone and looked at the balance, which was just enough for a meal and a bus.

Is Dr. Chu's efficiency so low?

Just thinking about it, a message prompting the transfer of funds came from the mobile phone, and Ling Qingxuan said in an instant: "Chu Yun, let's talk?"

The exchange meeting ended, the two left together, and the other members looked at each other.

Is this the latest way to strike up a conversation?

...

After having a general conversation with Chu Yun to confirm the cooperation, Ling Qingxuan finished today's course and returned to Yan's house.

"Yes, I want the contact information of Assistant Yan Jing." Ling Qingxuan held up her mobile phone and a convenience bag in the other hand.

"Well, thank you... Yan Jing's situation? Not bad, I can't die for the time being."

People can even drop their favorability, except that they can't jump around, everything else is fine.

After saying a few more words over there, Ling Qingxuan hung up the phone after answering.

"Yo, busy people still know how to come back, do you want me to find someone to serve your lady?" Yan's mother was as bitter and mean as always.

She wears a large pearl necklace, matching pearl blouse and other jewelry, making her extra round today.

"I don't mind." Feel free to find someone to serve this seat.

Aya Qingxuan went upstairs calmly.

Mother Yan looked at her back triumphantly, and then heard the sound of her turning the door lock.

She found someone to lock the door today to see how the dead girl can get in...

'boom! ' sounded from the second floor, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Mother Yan stood up abruptly and said loudly, "What's going on!"

The servant on the second floor showed his head and said embarrassedly, "Old Madam, Madam just pushed the door open."

Is it this kind of movement to push away? She was afraid that she smashed the door.

Is this dead girl still a hidden violent person?

She wants to call the police, call the police!

"I'm hungry, you asked her to come down and cook for me." Mother Yan said angrily.

The servant retracted his head and seemed to be asking, and after a while he stuck his head out, "Old Madam, Madam said..."

"What do you say, don't give me hesitation."

The servant said: "Madam said, you can cook, 10 million per meal."

Mother Yan gasped, "She's going to **** me off. It's only natural for her to cook for the elders, and she actually asks for money!"

The servant said again: "Madam said... yes."

Mother Yan:  …