After Becoming a Little Sister

"..." The vulgar words made Big Bob's expression calm down, and his eyes became suspicious.

"Mr. Bob, doesn't it feel good to have a genetic breakdown?"

She looked at each other with a smile: "You rely on special medicine to maintain it, but what is the cumulative concentration of toxins in your blood? 70% or 80%? What game are you going to play with your niece? The Queen's cultivation remember?"

"Who are you?"

"You see, people always like to ask this kind of question, as if knowing who I am can solve the current problem."

Miss Tulip sighed, then took the phone lightly and deftly, and slapped it on the table forcefully: "Haven't you idiots studied high school politics? Do you know what is the main contradiction and what is the secondary contradiction? Don’t you know what is the materialist dialectical angle?”

"Pazz——"

The sound effect of the explosion made people feel toothache, and Mr. Bob on the opposite side was even shaken by the shock.

She picked up her phone and slapped the gun on the table: "I! It's a passing tulip! If you ask again, I'll kill your niece! Then watch you commit suicide!"

Mr. Bob suppressed his anger and became calmer: "What do you want?"

He firmly believes that everything in the world can be treated as a business-except his niece.

"I want to be—" Miss Tulip paused, "A good person."

"..."

"Okay, let's get straight to the point, give me your Assassin's Lost Paradise, and I can help you treat your gene collapse problem, and Bernice's hidden heart disease, and I can even help you solve the problem of the faction that the Gate of Truth belongs to." Those two or five boys, so everything is perfect, isn’t it? Without those two or five boys from the Gate of Reality, you don’t need Assassin to lose Paradise, and we all get a bright future.”

Mr. Bob didn't expect the other party to throw all his chips like a stud. He thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's very good, but I don't believe it. How can you be sure of it?"

"Since I can talk about your problems like a magic stick, don't you think that someone can collect this kind of information and then come to scare you? No way, no way?" Miss Tulip rubbed her face and tore off the That layer of silicone mask as thin as a cicada's wings: "Come on, tear it up for you~ Guess who I am~"

Alia's delicate face appeared in the video.

She pinched her face, indicating that she was full of youthful vitality, and there was no falsehood.

"?!!"

Seeing the face on the screen clearly, Mr. Bob seemed to realize it instantly, and his expression turned to shock.

That's how it is--in English, that's how it is!

But after only a few seconds, his expression changed from shock to excitement again.

"This is really...you remind me of the biggest deal I did when I was young."

"what business?"

"I invested in the Attorney General of Arkansas - and later he made me at least [-] billion dollars!"

"Then what a bastard you are, I hate that guy, and I hate every guy in that position by the way."

"Then we have something in common, and I hate them too...does anyone else know about your plan? I mean those poor careerists on board."

"Of course I don't know, what's the difference between Miss Tulip and my harmless little white flower?"

"You're a real—bad guy, sorry I didn't mean to put you down, I mean they're more like poor little sheep than that."

"Yeah, a lot of people say that, but they usually end up with no good, because my friends just compliment me on being resourceful."

"Maybe we can be friends, you are very powerful, more powerful than I imagined."

"No, you're not pretty enough. Your niece is fine. I like sweet and soft girls." Xiao Baihua shrugged, "It's not a sick tuber who endures severe pain every day and insists that he is a playboy." ...I said, can you still play with the women you found normally?"

"Of course not, but I will give them money, a lot of money, and sign a non-disclosure agreement, so they will praise me on any occasion as brave as a Spartan warrior at Thermopylae, and I have earned enough face!"

Mr. Bob laughed: "Believe me, they won't try to risk breaking the contract, because they can't afford liquidated damages!"

"That's so real...By the way, the guy who may cure your genetic collapse problem is from Silver Cross. They are working on a project called [Artificial God]. Not bad, the leader of the core is a biologist named Nain, do you understand what I mean?"

"You want me to go to war with the Silver Cross?" Mr. Bob frowned. "Biologist Nain, I know who you are talking about, the ninth son of the Silver Cross. They have great protection."

"Please, I just let you rob someone—don't say you don't know how to do it, you will have a chance after I do it here, I hope to get good news from you, the other person is mine, you just I can get her information but not touch her, don't forget that your niece is in my hands."

"Come on, you republicans don't do things like kill a hen just to get its eggs."

"I suspect that you are pretending not to understand idioms and then counting words...By the way, I will send you an interesting information, pay more attention to the people around you."

"...the people around me?" Mr. Bob became alert, and immediately sat up straight: "This doesn't sound very interesting, who installed it?"

"No no no, you believe me, this is good news, the people around you - they have done a lot of things, maybe you can have a new... family, if the other party agrees, so be it, I will tell you later Go see your housekeeper, the whole family must be tidy, if you can, you can raise a tortoise and name it Chengzi, that's all, let's just drink tea."

As she said that, she hung up the phone directly and put the phone back in her pocket.

Bai Li next to him blinked, looking like a boss: "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Xiaomengxin Alia asked in confusion: "What else do you want?"

"……It's that simple?"

"It's always been so easy to talk to smart people. Even if it's a cool business battle in the movie, it may be a simple and unpretentious poison Xiaoxiaole in reality."

Whether it's Mr. Song or Big Bob, these guys are real bosses.

It would be better to say that when Aliya showed her face, if the other party didn't realize that it was a huge trap, it would be a strange thing.

How on earth did such a stupid guy get into this situation?By reincarnation?

Don't forget how many members of the Lanxing Song family died, and why only two direct descendants of the dignified Mellon consortium are left alone.

The water behind this is deep, and it can only be said that those who understand understand it, and those who do not understand can make up for it.

Of course, Baili played a key role in this, mainly the task of swiping the face card.

Don't look at her being fooled here just like a background board, but standing here represents a lot of unspeakable secrets.

That huge country, the mysterious ancient civilization, the awakened oriental dragon...

Although most of it is made up by Mr. Bob himself, using his own gameplay to substitute the perspective, it is obvious that he has gone a long way.

Because he was intimidated—if he didn't, the carrier-based aircraft that bombed the Poseidon should have taken off from the nearest aircraft carrier, the Millikin.

Don't forget that the modern fighter jets deployed in these places are the products of whose family. If he said that he did not deploy manpower, Capitol Hill would not believe it.

"Wait!" Before Spicy Chicken could gradually understand all this, she stopped Alia who was about to leave: "Where are you going?!"

"Of course I'm going to enjoy the dance, the dinner and the fireworks show." Aliya didn't know, so: "Is there something wrong?"

"Aren't you going to explain all this to me?!"

"No, go and explore by yourself. By the way, Mr. Bob actually fed your cat for you. You are just a fake shit shoveler who picks up cats. It's like your pet is actually you. Mom is helping you clean up and feed you."

Spicy chicken shreds widened its eyes, and its scalp was numb from the shock.

"Good night, cutie~" Aliya reached out and touched her red lips with spicy chicken silk: "I hope that next time we meet, you have understood everything, and you still firmly believe that there are Ultraman in this world."

"???"

……

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Poseidon · Penthouse Banquet Hall

The lights are flickering, and the flow of people is like weaving.

A professional orchestra played soft orchestral music nearby, and a few couples of crazy men and women gathered in twos and threes on the dance floor.

Lotus and lotus are dancing, a white evening dress, a royal blue evening dress, wearing a mask, gently shaking their waists in the ambiguous light-in fact, they are secretly competing.

"Who the hell is she?" Lianhua in the white skirt actually doesn't like dancing because her motor nerves are terrible.

"A fool, lazy, idle, doing nothing..." Lan Lianhua gritted her teeth and danced clumsily.

She doesn't like dancing either. Besides her poor motor nerves, there is also the reason for her figure-every time she dances, many people will stare straight at her, and some men's eyes are more like wanting her. It's like swallowing it.

Of course, as Song's eldest daughter, if she refuses other people's invitations, no one can insist on her company.

But this has fallen into an endless loop, I don't like dancing, I refuse to practice, no one can force me, the more I dance, the worse it gets.

It was hard to believe that the eldest daughter of such a huge business family, the only future heir, would not even be proficient in basic social dancing.

"It seems that your relationship is extraordinary. It's not as simple as being a girlfriend... Do you like her? She's a girl!"

Lotus in the white dress lowered her voice, with a little excitement of breaking through taboos.

"It's not important." Blue Lotus changed the subject: "Weren't you in Europe before, why did you come back suddenly?"

"Speaking of which, do you know Zeppelin Randolph at Blue Star?"

"Know, what's wrong?"

"The Randolph Foundation made an invitation to our family and wanted me to go on a blind date with the other party. My father meant that I should go and see it in person. If I'm not satisfied, forget it, and he will refuse."

"..." Lan Lianhua's eyes flickered for a moment, and her arms around the other's slender waist tightened: "What if you are not satisfied? This kind of thing can't be resolved by yourself, right? Family marriage or something..."

"Why not? If the Randolph Consortium is not satisfied, then he will get rid of the Randolph Consortium—don't underestimate Dad!"

The white-dressed lotus acted as if it was a matter of course, as if it was only a question of whether Mr. Song wanted to get rid of the entire dissatisfied Randolph consortium.

Lan Lianhua pursed her lips, said nothing, and let go of Lianhua in her white skirt: "Sorry, I'm a little tired...I'm going to take a rest."

Without the pain of his father, how could Bai Qun Lianhua, who had been favored hard all the time, understand?

heh, woman...

She turned around and walked to the rest area next to her, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, took a deep breath, and swallowed half of the glass.

The slightly bubbly taste hits the mouth, and then there is a little alcohol taste that turns up.

Lianhua in the white skirt didn't know why, so she also followed, like a Persian cat that came over on tiptoe after seeing the same kind.

What kind of bad intentions can cats have?

A man passing by at an unknown time accidentally bumped into Lan Lianhua's body, spilling her champagne, and at the same time cleverly took half of her mask off, revealing a pair of water-cut apricot eyes.

Not far away, some young men in expensive custom-made suits watched happily, and occasionally exchanged a tacit look.

One of them gave an annoyed 'tss—', took out a car key from his pocket, and clapped it in the other man's hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" The bumper man hurriedly apologized, and took out the square scarf pinned to his breast pocket: "I'll wipe it for you!"

Lianhua avoided her body in displeasure: "No need..."

"Yes, your clothes are all wet, waiter—waiter, come, take this lady to the bathroom to clean up."

He said with a very embarrassed look: "Miss, can you leave a contact information? I want to compensate you for a suitable new dress. I don't know if I have the honor."

"I said no need." Lianhua stretched out her hand to push away the other person's helping hand, and put on the mask on her face: "I can solve it myself, just go away."