Rural Shennong

"What are you talking about? You are so happy!"

Wang Ziqian, who had just taken a shower, changed into a fresh and clean white sportswear, wiped her hair with a bath towel, and walked down the stairs.

Kang Qing smiled and said, "Mr. Er and I hit it off right away, and I want to treat him to a meal."

"Mr. Er, think about it. As long as you have time, you can call me at any time, and I won't bother you for now."

"By the way, I will leave you a car, so it will be more convenient for you to travel."

After exchanging contact information with Chen Ping, putting down a car key, Kang Qing left the villa.

Sitting where Kang Qing was just now, Wang Ziqian picked up the BMW car key and looked at it: "I really didn't realize that you are quite popular with women."

"This rich young lady is giving you a house, leaving you a car, and even treating you to dinner. She doesn't mean she wants to take care of you?"

Chen Ping said calmly: "What? Are you jealous?"

Wang Ziqian got a little angry: "I'm jealous of you? A joke!"

"The rich men chasing this girl can line up two streets, what are you so proud of?"

"That woman didn't like to talk to you before. She saw that you had defeated a grandmaster, so she took the pole to curry favor with you."

"Such a snobbish eye is no different from those sons who covet the beauty of this girl, and you are the only one who is complacent."

"Let me tell you, such a person's mind is too complicated, so don't let people sell it, and help count the money."

Chen Ping leaned forward, stared at Wang Ziqian and said, "You should look in the mirror, you look like a jealous woman who has overturned the jar of jealousy."

Wang Ziqian jumped up all of a sudden: "You shit!"

"Miss Ben is jealous of you? Even if all the men in the world are dead, I still look down on you."

"My Prince Charming is Lord Qingdi, can you compare with Lord Qingdi? You can't even compare to his leg hair."

Just now when Wang Ziqian was taking a shower in the upstairs bedroom, she was still thinking about the scene of Chen Ping killing Huang Xusheng with one punch at the airport.

As soon as she arrived at the villa, she was about to leave Chen Ping to take a bath, just to take a shower to calm down.

Chen Ping's performance completely overturned her cognition.

Especially the back view of Chen Ping made Wang Ziqian have an illusion that the person in front of him was Lord Qingdi.

There are quite a few videos of Chen Ping stored in her mobile phone, most of which are taken from behind Chen Ping, because what she likes to watch most is Lord Qingdi's back.

When Wang Ziqian was dreaming, she could always dream of Lord Qingdi who was hugging her from behind, with his small face pressed against his generous back, feeling that kind of warmth and sense of security.

When Chen Ping punched Huang Xusheng in the chest, Wang Ziqian was right behind Chen Ping.

At that moment, in Wang Ziqian's eyes, Chen Ping's background blended perfectly with the background she often saw on her mobile phone.

She was flustered and wanted to get that picture out of her mind, but the more she wanted to forget it, the more she couldn't forget it, and the memory became clearer and clearer.

At that time, Wang Ziqian, who was in a state of confusion, subconsciously released her thoughts, wanting to take a peek at Chen Ping.

As a result, her snooping was immediately discovered by Chen Ping, and Chen Ping had a misunderstanding, making Kang Qing think that Chen Ping had some unreasonable thoughts about her.

Finding that Chen Ping and Kang Qing had a very happy conversation, Wang Ziqian didn't know why, but felt very uncomfortable, as if her beloved toy had been robbed by others.

So she hurriedly took a shower, changed her clothes, and came downstairs to interrupt the conversation between the two parties.

Chen Ping said that her behavior just now was like a resentful woman who overturned the jar of jealousy.

Wang Ziqian was ashamed and fussy, as if her thoughts had been exposed, she immediately exploded.

Chen Ping looked strange: "Okay, you have a loud voice, you are right!"

Wang Ziqian thought that Chen Ping had given up, and snorted coldly: "You still have some self-knowledge!"

She raised her hand and looked at her watch: "We have to hurry up and act."

"It happens that there is a car. We have to go to the old district first and contact the intelligence personnel of the association in Angel City."

Chen Ping drove the car, turned on the navigation, and took Wang Ziqian to the old area of ​​Chinatown.

As soon as they were on the road, Chen Ping noticed something unusual. He raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror: "There is a tail behind!"

"You put on your seat belt and sit still, I'm going to shake them off."

Wang Ziqian curled her lips: "Don't be so troublesome, you drive slowly and let the tail behind you get closer."

Passing a crossroad and waiting for a red light, the car following them stopped immediately, and the distance between the two cars did not exceed two meters.

Wang Ziqian closed her eyes, raised her hands, and pressed her index finger to her temples.

As soon as she finished this movement, Chen Ping felt a strange wave of mental energy released from Wang Ziqian's head.

Then Chen Ping saw smoke rising from the machine cover of the car behind.

When the green light came on, Chen Ping stepped on the accelerator and continued on the road.

Wang Ziqian proudly said: "How is it? I'm amazing!"

Although Chen Ping didn't know exactly what Wang Ziqian did to the car behind him, he also knew that she must have used her mental power to damage the mechanical parts of that car.

"It's not bad, it's almost catching up with the destructive power of my finger!"

Wang Ziqian's face darkened: "Hmph, I know reckless people who use violence."

A few people got out of the car behind, and they all ran far away, for fear that the car would suddenly catch fire and explode.

They looked at the BMW going away with very ugly expressions on their faces.

"I lost my follower, what should I do?"

"What else can we do? The car broke down suddenly, and there is nothing we can do."

"Let's report the situation first!"

Several people in this car included the direct descendant of Lin Zhiju, the head of the Huhai Gang, and Kang Qing's cousin.

When Kang Jingming was alive, he managed the property of the Angel City Huhai Gang very well.

He has never been cronyistic, and the Kang family has not benefited a lot from Kang Jingming's control of the Huhai Gang.

Moreover, Kang Jingming also raised his daughter Kang Qing as his heir.

But she is a woman. In the eyes of many Kang family members, women always have to get married.

Those who get married are the water that is thrown out.

If Kang Jingming was allowed to take control of the Huhai Gang after a hundred years, and then marry someone with a foreign surname, they would not be able to reap even more benefits.

Besides, Kang Qing, like her father, is a person who can't rub the sand in her eyes, only promotes talents, and never favors others.

Her attitude towards her uncles and brothers at home was the same as that of Kang Jingming, even colder than his father.

The Kang family resented this very much.

After Kang Jingming's death, Lin Zhiju took over the position of leader of the Huhai Gang. The Kang family's scumbags who couldn't support the walls were in such a panic that they couldn't come up with any ideas.

At this moment, Lin Zhiju negotiated with the Kang family to let his brother-in-law Tailiang marry Kang Qing, and also promised that after the two got married, they would give the Kang family a part of the property of the Huhai Gang as a dowry.

So the Kang family sold Kang Qing and forced her to get engaged to Tailiang.

Kang Qing has lost her foundation in Citigroup, and her family doesn't support him. The old brothers who are loyal to her father alone cannot compete with Lin Zhiju.

She is unwilling to be used as a bargaining chip, and even less willing to be Tailiang's plaything.

Kang Qing ran to Huaguo, hoping to find a tyrannical foreign aid.

Her target is the Chen Group and Qing Emperor Chen Ping.