My Cold And Beautiful CEO

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"Qin Hao, do you want to find death?" Lin Xinyi got angry on the spot. Although she knew that Qin Hao was telling the truth, you can't just say it so plainly, what is sending me to you? Am I an item?

If before today, being threatened by Lin Xinyi, Qin Hao would definitely give in. You know that this woman can really dare to point a gun at your head and fight desperately for you.

But now he has learned that Lin Xinyi is Wang Huachi's granddaughter, and she is her elder. She is often threatened, bullied and oppressed by her every day. Now he has to find all the place, but he does n’t believe it. Lin Xinyi also dared to pull out a gun.

Slap.

Qin Hao lighted a cigarette happily, took a sip, and his face was full of playful smiles, and his eyes were very intricately swiped from Lin Xinyi's face: "Lin team, what do you say, I do my job well Why do you want to die? Besides, I ’m your elder. It ’s disrespectful for you to talk to me like this. If you let the old king know, I might as well educate you. ”

"Are you threatening me?" Lin Xinyi's lips tightened and he looked coldly at Qin Hao.

"No, no, no," Qin Hao shook his finger proudly. "I call it his own way to his own. This is your usual trick of the Lin team. It was only used on me two days ago. Then, shouldn't you forget? "

Seeing Lin Xinyi was very annoyed but did not dare to attack, Qin Hao's heart was so refreshing, that you threatened me, told you to bully me, told you to grab my wife, and now Feng Shui is taking turns!

What he wanted was this effect. With the identity of Wang Huachi and that of his ancestors and uncles, it looked like Lin Xinyi would not dare to be in front of himself in the future.

I have always been overwhelmed by the pressure, but now I finally find a chance to fight a turnaround, how can Qin Hao easily let go?

Lin Xinyi stared at Qin Hao hardly, forcibly restrained his urge to fight Qin Hao with a look of grievance and sourness: "Qin Hao, don't be too much, Xiao Xue, I have given it to you and moved from the villa Come out, what the **** do you want? Did n’t I just talk a little harder yesterday, what do you want to do after chasing my grandfather's house? Why do you have to entangle me ?! "

Lin Xinyi was very distressed. Since staying at the villa the night before, she saw Mu Qianxue and Qin Hao getting along, and yesterday, when they saw the two kissing, she did n’t mention much in her heart. She always felt that she had become redundant, so she It was only after Mu Qianxue woke up that she had left the villa herself, she didn't want to give Mu Qianxue any other pressure.

However, somehow she couldn't sleep in bed last night. Besides Mu Qianxue in her mind, Qin Hao's figure has been circling, especially Qin Hao's eyes are red, her expression is painful, and the picture is full of desolate and sad emotions. It is lingering, and even makes her feel a little sad, so that Qin Hao can look like that, like a personality disorder, how much pain should be suffered!

When she thought about it for a night, it was so bright that her grandmother suddenly woke up when she asked her to get up for breakfast. What was she doing? Why are you so concerned about him? Shouldn't I be concerned about Xiaoxue? Is it because he is Xiaoxue's man and his friend?

Yes, it must be!

Qin Hao is a little speechless. I wonder if a woman looks beautiful and feels good about herself. When does he haunt her?

Originally, he wanted to continue to bully each other along Lin Xinyi's words, but when he found that the violent female called the female tyrannosaurus had hidden tears in his eyes, those words could no longer be said. I touched my nose and said a little embarrassingly, "Well, I'm not going to tease you. Who told me to be your uncle and esteemed? I don't care about juniors. I didn't mean to chase you here, let me say I don't know if you are the granddaughter of Pharaoh.

I was looking for Pharaoh mainly for Xiaoxue. You know that Xiaoxue's working attitude is simply not to die. Yesterday, I checked her body carefully and found that it was not good, so I asked Pharaoh to help me with some herbs and conditioned the body for Xiaoxue. Who knows I met you here. Saying no is to say a few words to you, what are you crying for? Normally you bully me so much and pull me to practice, ca n’t wait to kill me, I did n’t cry. "

He really didn't know what happened to Lin Xinyi, was he stimulated? Otherwise, the good-looking female tyrannosaurus would cry in a few words?

Lin Xinyi was also anxious for a moment before she said what she was thinking, but she would never admit that she now hates Wang Huachi's messy behavior, which would make her doubt the motive of not sleeping last night.

"Who says I'm crying? I am, it's my eyes lost in sand."

Qin Hao almost didn't laugh out loud, so that he could get his eyes into the sand at home? Do you treat me as mentally retarded?

Wang Huachi, who helped out in the kitchen, happened to see this scene, because she was a little far apart, and didn't see the tears in Lin Xinyi's eyes. She only looked like her coquettish look, and she was overjoyed. She pulled Han Xuefen, who was cooking, happy Said: "Seeing it, seeing it, I know that you are unhappy, we are so big, and which man have you seen before who has been soft and gives a good complexion? Look at this small expression of grievance, how many Feminine, I would say that the head teacher is different from ordinary people. "

Han Xuefen, wearing an apron, was surprised when she saw this scene. As her husband said, Lin Xinyi was able to show his young daughter's attitude. Qin Hao was the first one. This is what she was worried about the granddaughter's future. Somewhat moved.

Wang Huachi apparently saw that Han Xuefen was in a certain mood, and quickly continued to strike the iron while he was hot: "My wife, look, what do Shufang and Dongqiang arrange for Xinyi? Do you want to sell your daughter for political prospects? Since we do not agree, then It ’s better to support the uncle in charge. If someone else is around, we are still worried that the Xu family will be a nuisance, but in the eyes of the uncle in charge, the little Xu family counts a ball? Where can I find such a good opportunity? If I miss this village, there is no such thing Shop, you really want to see Xin Xin sold by the Dongqiang couple? "

"But Shanshan's side ..." Han Xuefen was still a bit worried, on the one hand because of prejudice, worrying that Qin Hao was unreliable, and on the other, because of Yun Shan, palm and back of the hand, meat on both ends.

Wang Huachi frowned, hesitated a little, and relented: "No matter what, the Xu family can't afford it. We can only rely on the uncle in charge if we want to break away from the bitter sea. We must move closer to that side, as long as the marriage contract is resolved, Let's all look at Xinxin's own wishes, how about it? "

Just when the two old men were worried about Lin Xinyi's future in the kitchen, Shu Ya was sitting idly and looking at the empty space in front of her hair.

Qin Hao hasn't come to work for several days, and I feel a little uneasy. I am worried that something has happened to him. Or is he usually too cautious, always avoiding him everywhere, making him lose interest, or angry? Was the share of that contract a breakup fee?

When thinking of this, Shu Ya felt panicked in her heart and felt a little out of breath. She started to be afraid, and she would not be so cold or warm to Qin Hao even afterwards.

This emotion kept wrapping her up, making her unable to work at ease all day, until the end of work, the people in the office were almost gone, and she was still confused and unaware.

She didn't think of calling Qin Hao, but she didn't dare. She didn't know how to tell Qin Hao that she was stunned, panicked, scared, her emotions were too complicated, but she couldn't tell.

What she didn't know was that, just outside the office window, a pair of thief eyes were staring at her with bad intentions, and her eyes were full of desire.

PS: There is one more, wait a minute. . . . . . . . . . .