Reborn Financial Overlord

Picking up the phone, Robert John dialed a number.

Soon, a man came down from the upstairs of the bank, pushed away everyone, and welcomed John up to the second floor.

Boston, Harvard University campus.

Song Xiaodan took Shen Jiannan's arm and introduced the humanistic environment of Harvard University to him.

In three days, the two visited all the schools along the Charles River, and this was the last stop.

Soon, the two were a little tired from walking, and rested on a wooden bench.Shen Jiannan took out the water he was carrying, unscrewed the cap and brought it to Song Xiaodan's cherry red lips.

Coo, coo!

The white neck squirmed a few times, and the water in the mouth went down.

Watching people drink water is actually a different kind of enjoyment sometimes.But being watched by Shen Jiannan all the time, Song Xiaodan gradually became a little uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?"

"Baby. How did I find that you are getting more and more beautiful."

Shen Jiannan said with a smile.

But what he said was all the truth.

Song Xiaodan's complexion has always been very delicate, but two days ago, her fair face rarely blushed, and it looked like a faint dark yellow.

Now, that yellowish color is gone,

She has a charming demeanor, bright eyes and white teeth, almond eyes and peach cheeks, beautiful eyes looking forward, and dizzy cheeks.

The whole face is as clean as a mirror, and even Ruxue's neck seems to be more and more delicate, making people want to go up and kiss her.

Exaggerated by Shen Jiannan, Song Xiaodan's heart was as sweet as honey, and there was a smile and sweetness in his eyes.

Swallowing the last sip of water, she brought the remaining half of the bottle to Shen Jiannan's lips.

"You know how to fool me all day long."

"Honey. I'm just telling the truth. Didn't you look in the mirror yourself?"

"..."

Women, who would not care about their appearance.

Song Xiaodan found out a long time ago that not only has his complexion improved a lot recently, but even his spirit seems to be much stronger than before.

But how can such a thing be admitted.

"Baby. You have to thank me for my hard work. Look, how beautiful you are."

It's worth it.

Song Xiaodan was so ashamed and angry that he raised his fist and beat Shen Jiannan.

"Smelly rascal. I'll kill you."

"Oh! You murdered your husband. Help!"

"Don't run!"

"..."

The two were chattering, laughing, and chasing each other in the elegant campus, their laughter and laughter aroused the envy of passers-by.

But how could a girl's physical strength be stronger than a man's?

It didn't take long for Song Xiaodan to be out of breath from exhaustion, and the blush on her delicate face became more and more obvious, making people think of her most beautiful moment.

Holding him forcefully in his arms, Shen Jiannan could not help but invade the cherry red place, asking for a little body fluid.

a long time.

Song Xiaodan succumbed, and instantly changed from a rambunctious shrew to a charming young lady, leaning limply on Shen Jiannan's chest, otherwise, she might fall to the ground.

"Baby. I have a better way to beautify the skin. Let's go back and try it later?"

"..."

Chapter 21 Kill all potential threats

Yuguan double blows to attract the phoenix, and they go to Baiyun Township together during the song.

How come Qin Taimeng will not see Xiao Lang and Shen Lang in the future.

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"Jiannan. Do you love me?"

In a villa on the banks of the Charles River, Song Xiaodan held his snowy neck high, his delicate face was so delicate that his cheeks were dizzy, and the mist in his starry eyes was full of tenderness.

Shen Jiannan couldn't laugh or cry.

I really don't understand why women always like to talk about love and ask such meaningless things.

love?

Shen Jiannan didn't know.

He knows very well that for a person like him, love is a luxury.

Don't you love it?

Nor is it.But he's really not sure what exactly love is.

Life and death promises or day and night care?

Can you do it yourself?

After brushing Song Xiaodan's hair habitually, Shen Jiannan smiled.

Although I don't know, this question is not difficult to answer. I often hear this kind of question, and the answer has long been on my lips.

"Love!"

Song Xiaodan was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Although she didn't know why she was not satisfied with this answer.

"What love."

"Baby. A man's love will never be talked about. Love is not said, but done."

"Big villain. Just every shape all day, hurry up and don't try to fool me."

"I'm so serious, okay? Once you understand what is obviously serious, it will be distorted?"

"Kill you."

"Haha."

"Tell me how much you love me."

"Then I said it, Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and he can see people's hearts over time!"

"..."

"..."

How much love is there?

After being reminded by Song Xiaodan, Shen Jiannan realized that he really loved this woman who had given everything to him.

Love is deep, very deep.

The 1 yuan was like a flash of lightning, echoing in his heart forever.

a long time.

Seeing Shen Jiannan's sincerity, Song Xiaodan fell asleep contentedly.

Night is deep.

Standing in the garden at night, you can feel the autumn colors of Boston.

The bright and clear moon has reached the sky, and the silver light shines on the earth, like a veil covering the sky over Boss.

Shen Jiannan walked out of the bedroom wrapped in a towel and went to the spacious yard.

Peng Er came out of the shadows silently.

The tall body is powerful and powerful, but the silent steps are like ghosts walking in the dark night.

"boss."

Shen Jiannan casually threw a cigarette over.

Marat Savage took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. As the nicotine entered his body, he shrugged.

"Boss. Why do you Chinese have a better relationship, the more you want him to die."

Shen Jiannan couldn't help laughing.

Swallowed a suicidal nicotine, quipped.

"Are you still afraid of death?"

"Of course. The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, the beauties are so coquettish, the air is so fresh, and the moon is so bright. It feels so good to be alive, to be free."

"Then you still smoke."

“But the taste is really good!”

Speaking shamelessly, Marat Savage took a deep puff of the cigarette, enjoying the intoxication of nicotine entering his body.

"Have you heard anything?"

"Oh. Nothing special. The bastard went to see a bunch of niggers this morning. I think he might be planning a robbery. Of course, I don't think you want to hear what he said."

"What about people now?"

"Peng San is following, everything is under control."

"..."

Eastern suburbs, slums.

The path full of mud, dilapidated and crumbling houses, walking on the road, you can smell the smell of urine from time to time, and you can even see disgusting stool.

This is where Boston's blacks and Indians gather.

The dirty environment made people want to frown as soon as they approached.

Ken Hughes looked disgusted, and walked into an old building under the leadership of a black man.

The three-story old building has been in disrepair for a long time. With the steps, people wonder if the stairs will be broken at any time.

Finally, the two stopped on the second floor.

In a small room with an open door, five or six black men were lying on the floor like walking corpses, flipping through pornographic magazines they had picked up from nowhere.

The pungent stench came oncoming, making Ken Hughes, who was about to take a step, stop.

"Damn it. What a bloody place. Damn niggers, what a disgusting maggot."

Ken Hughes cursed in his heart.

He has always been very disgusted with black people.

These creatures are lazy and dirty by nature, they can rest for three days after one day of work, and they talk about human rights every day. They are really disgusting creatures.

If he didn't want to use these guys, he wouldn't have come to this hellish place.

"Hey, man, who's he?"

A black man in the room found Ken Hughes standing motionless at the door, and asked his companion who had returned.

"Tony. He's my friend. Hey, man, come on in first."

Ghosts will go in.

Glancing at the blanket on the ground that had been bitten by rats, Ken Hughes' eyes were full of disgusting smoke. God knows why these guys don't get dysentery and plague.

"Nigella. You tell them about it."