Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1430 Who is afraid of whom

"What? Are you afraid of him?"

Wen Qiao lightly said: "Why should I be afraid of him? I know what he wants to make his dreams fall to nothing. Wouldn't it be the biggest blow to him."

"So, what does he picture?"

"Want me to be his heir."

Fu Nanli's mandibular muscle was very tight, and his posterior molars were slightly ground: "He really dared to dream."

He Xihuai, who really dared to dream, was in her mansion with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Teresa said: "Miss Ling Ning will arrive in Haicheng tomorrow."

He Xihuai sat on the leather sofa, changed her posture, her long legs overlapped: "Who asked her to come here?"

"Ms. Ling Ning has seen you not going back for a long time, so she wants to come over by herself."

He Xihuai pressed his temple: "Don't let her see Wen Qiao."

"Yes, sir."

Ling Ning, the second-in-chief of the core position of the Pentagram's rights, was once the heir of He Xihuai who was recognized within the Pentagram.

The force value is top, the brutality is top, and the jealousy is naturally top.

The next day, at Haicheng Dongpu Airport, the plane from Los Angeles landed slowly.

Ling Ning carried a backpack and got off the gangway.

She has short hair, wears a short jacket, tight jeans, Martin boots, and sunglasses. She is extremely cold.

At the airport, Wen Qiao was just idle today, and Fu Nanli was at work today, and she wanted to fly to Dubai, so she came to see him and kept people to the boarding gate.

When I looked back, I was hit by someone and the phone fell to the ground.

Wen Qiao looked at the girl who hit her. She was quite tall, taller than her, with short hair, and very cold, followed by two tall foreigners.

She looked at the phone on the ground, and glanced at the girl again.

Ling Ning chewed the gum without restraint, chuckled softly, didn't seem to care about her, turned around and left.

Wen Qiao grabbed her wrist: "This lady, you hit me and the phone probably broke. Should I say sorry?"

The two foreigners behind Ling Ning immediately stepped forward and were stopped by her.

She hooked her glasses, looked at Wen Qiao, and snorted softly when she saw that the other party was a beautiful girl.

This kind of squeamish girl can hit ten at a time.

"Sorry? Huh..."

Ling Ning glanced at Wen Qiao coldly, and didn't intend to bother with this squeamish girl, and just left.

Wen Qiao grabbed her again: "I want you to apologize. At her young age, her ears are not so good?"

Ling Ning furiously raised his hand and was about to grab Wen Qiao's shoulder, planning to have a shoulder throw.

She was about to break her elbow.

It's just that this chick is not interesting in finding herself.

But she didn't expect that the chick was so fast that she escaped her attack without even seeing it clearly.

Ling Ning began to take it seriously, reaching out and sternly holding Wen Qiao's arm, but he did not expect that the strength of this little girl was beyond her expectation.

She twisted it hard, and Wen Qiao followed her offensive lightly and swept one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, somersaulted, and then landed steadily.

"You hit me, broke my cell phone, and hit someone, this lady, is it too unreasonable to make trouble?"

Ling Ning threw away the obstructive backpack on her body, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

This little girl has something unexpectedly, she underestimates the enemy.

She raised her leg for a high split, and if that foot fell on Wen Qiao's shoulder, the bones would at least break if it was not broken.

Wen Qiao shifted a thousand kilograms in four or two, gave a slight yield, and then kicked Ling Ning's chest with a thunderous force.

Since the other party is messing around, she is not a saint.

Then chant.

Who is afraid of whom?

(End of this chapter)