As bright as a star: Madam, she is an almighty little princess

Ling Qi had been busy for two days. The night before the May Day holiday, she was stopped by Pei Yanxing for dinner, and then she took Ling Luye and Ling Feng Lingfei, who were on vacation, on the plane.

It was given by Pei Yanxing.

After seeing him off, he turned around and boarded another flight, not a private plane.

Ling Bai and Ling Chu have been staring at the laboratory these days.

Ten days later, near midnight, Ling Ye and Chen Chen drove two cars to pick up people at the Beijing Airport.

Ling Qi had just gotten off the plane, and with a tired look on her face, she took the sleeping Ling Luye into the back seat of the car.

Just when I was about to close my eyes and take a rest, WeChat started buzzing non-stop.

Ling Qi frowned and took out her phone. She squinted at the message sent on her phone, and a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Night: [Tsk, tsk, darling, did you mess with the Jiang family in China? Someone has placed an order for your life. 】

Night:【.jpg】

Night: [The price was not low, so I reluctantly refused. 】

Ling Qi: [Initiate a transfer. 】

Night: [Transfer has been received. 】

Night: [.jpg Baby is so generous. 】

Night: [Be careful. Although I rejected her, there are always those who want money rather than life. You have to let your seven guardians protect you. 】

Ling Qi didn't reply any further. She was driving early in the morning and noticed Ling Qi's expression in the rearview mirror.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Ling Qi's voice was filled with coldness, "Someone is seeking death!"

"You and Ling Feng have been keeping an eye on you in the kindergarten for the past two days. Don't let anyone get close to Ling Luye."

"Yes." Chen Qing understood the meaning instantly. It was different from the usual playfulness, and his voice was filled with murderous intent.

The next day, Ling Qi drove to the University of Washington alone early in the morning.

Although Tan Palace is not considered a suburb, it is still very quiet.

Not long after the car drove out, Ling Qi's delicate eyes were suddenly filled with a chill.

呲la.

The sound of rapid brakes pierced the silence.

Two black Volkswagens, one behind the other, braked quickly in front of Ling Qi's car.

Ling Qi didn't move sideways and stepped on the brakes directly.

Eight tall men in black wearing masks walked over from the front and back of the car.

Ling Qi opened the door and got out of the car, her face expressionless and her eyes unwavering.

"Brother, this girl looks more interesting than her profile says." A man behind him punched the leader.

I saw the eyes of the leading man shining brightly, "Oh, you are quite brave, you dare to get out of the car."

Then she continued to walk forward with a squinting look, with a hint of frivolity in her eyes, "My sister is so beautiful, I'm afraid she stole someone's man and asked someone to pay such a high price for your life."

"Why don't you follow me, and my brother will spare your life."

The man chuckled, his tone a little obscene, and slowly leaned towards Ling Qi, completely treating her like a helpless little girl.

Ling Qi didn't say anything, just stood there with her eyes downcast, and took out her cell phone that kept vibrating.

The man thought she was preparing to call to report the news, so his expression changed and he reached out to grab the phone.

An unexpected wailing suddenly sounded.

Ling Qi's eyes sharpened, and she turned her hands neatly. The mobile phone in her right hand was already in her left hand. What she was holding in her right hand was the man's broken wrist.

The man was pressed against the front of the car, his face was pale and he could not move.

The other seven people did not expect that this woman was actually capable, and they immediately stepped forward together.

One minute.

Lying on the ground were eight big men in black with bruises and swollen faces, wailing incessantly, and shiny daggers scattered on the ground.

Ling Qi stepped on the leader's back with one foot, threw away the blood-stained dagger in her hand, and said coldly, "Vulture, don't take the money you don't deserve."

The man lying on the ground was holding his broken wrist. Hearing these words, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Qi's face, seeming a little frightened, "Who are you?"