After Becoming a Little |

The veins on Lu Wuxia's forehead twitched, and he asked in a low voice, "What did you do yourself last night, so you have nothing to say?"

"Last night?" The Xuanpao girl thought she was talking about her massacre at the pier, and immediately proudly stood up the airport that she had built at a young age: "My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror. What I do is as clear as a mirror. It's all justice—I call it self-defense!"

But Lu Wuxia is not interested in her airport, nor in her killing people: "I mean Xiaoya! Aliya!"

"……What's up with her?"

"You still ask me!" Lu Wuxia stared at her, really unable to bring up the awe of this tyrant: "What did you do to my daughter, you don't have points?!"

"This question is a bit of a test for me..."

The Xuan Pao Nu appraised the Hercules in her heart, and began to think about what she had done to Ai Xiaobaihua.

But at the end of her thinking, she realized that she had done what she should do and what she shouldn't have done, anyway, everything was done.

So, adhering to the idea that if you have too many debts, you will not itch if you have too many lice, and you will not worry if you have too many lice, the Xuanpao girl shook her head: "I didn't do anything!"

"...Lu Yanqing! I warn you! Absolutely, never think about treating Xiaoya—"

"Do you want to drink milk? If you don't drink it, it will be cold."

"... soya milk."

"Oh, milk can enlarge breasts." Xuan Pao Nu muttered: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your daughter..."

"My daughter is already! It's even nineteen on the ID card!"

"What's wrong with eighteen, who is still a baby, and even if your daughter grows up, what about your husband? You need to give yourself a little confidence, maybe you are still in the development stage, right? After all, your current You know best what's strange about your body..."

The Xuanpao girl muttered nonchalantly, and took out two portions of hash browns: "Here, this tastes good too."

"..." Lu Wuxia took the potato cake silently, and finally sighed very, very weakly: "Lu Yanqing... I don't know what to call you, Master Uncle or Lu Yanqing, I have been with Master for so long In the years, I have never heard her mention that even if you exist—"

"I'm her half-sister. You must not have paid attention to her. Sister Fairy loves me so much."

The girl in Xuanpao leaned against the car window, chewing on the steaming hash browns: "So you stayed here all night, why?"

"To wait for you."

"Can't you just call me?" Xuanpao girl was stunned: "Even if I'm poor and can't afford a mobile phone, you can call my little baby Alia, and it's only a matter of one sentence for her to let me out That's all."

"……To shut up!"

"Oh." Xuan Pao Nu nodded: "Go on."

"Don't spoil Xiaoya, she's still a child." Lu Wuxia looked at the rippling milky white liquid in the cup, pondered for a moment and then drank it in one gulp: "If you wait another two years, Xiaoya will still decide to be with you , then I have no objection, but not now—do you understand me?"

"Completely OJ8 Bang Bang K...Although I don't understand, I promise you whatever you say." The girl in Xuanpao made an OK gesture: "Don't worry, as long as I, Lu Yanqing, don't die for a day, Alia will definitely will live well!"

"I'm not talking about that... Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you really don't understand or you don't understand."

Lu Wuxia lowered her eyes, took a bite of the hash browns, and handed the cup back: "One more cup."

"You like drinking soy milk so much?"

"No, change to milk."

"...Oh, woman!"

"..."

……

……

Hotel for Japan Exchange Group

A huge convoy is coming out of the underground garage, and the red flag L5 with the small flag of the Republic in the middle attracts everyone's attention.

In the floor-to-ceiling windows on the middle floor of the hotel, a group of high-level business executives who were eating breakfast looked down at the convoy winding out, and they started talking among themselves.

"Whose car?"

"Ai Rulong's..."

"Where is he going in this battle?"

"Who knows, but it's really enviable, this kind of fierce momentum..."

A tycoon in the financial industry turned his head to Mr. Yan Qi who was drinking coffee: "Some industries of Ai Rulong have been mobilizing funds recently. Does Mr. Yan Qi know what's going on?"

"Isn't it normal to transfer funds?" Yan Qi

Mr. picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, as elegant as a vampire who carves up blood: "Maybe he just wants to get some money out and buy stocks... Our stocks are not doing very well recently, maybe he wants to buy the bottom Woolen cloth."

?? "Hahaha, Mr. Yanqi is really humorous!"

?? "Hmm..." Mr. Yanqi didn't say anything, just turned his head to look at the TV in the restaurant, and raised his hand to call for his assistant: "Tell them to turn on the TV."

??The assistant lady lowered her head slightly: "What program do you want to watch?"

?? "Economic Channel." He looked at his watch: "It's already 8 o'clock. When it's time to open, you can't miss it..."

??"Yes--"

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第528节 0525-你们的币没有了（响指！（5月月票9/13

Millikin·New York·A Villa

A handsome middle-aged man was sound asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the housekeeper.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and patted a nicebody big ocean horse beside him.

The latter quickly ran out of the room with his clothes in his arms. It was obvious that this was a person who had figured out his position.

The time zone of the book is the East Ninth District, while the Millennium is the West Fifth District. Compared with the Millennium time, the time zone of the book is [-] hours faster.

So now it's 19:[-] am in the book, but it's only [-]:[-] pm here in Millikin—but Mr. Bob, who is full of warmth and thoughts, has already eaten his nutritious dinner at [-]:[-], hugging The big ocean horse did the exercise that everyone loves to do, and slept for several minutes.

After all, he is the middle-aged playboy who believes in going to bed early and getting up early to maintain good health.

So Mr. Bob was a little unhappy when he was woken up by the housekeeper just after falling asleep.

"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I think I will deduct your bonus for the next month." Mr. Bob took a sip of the warm water handed over by the other party, and emphasized: "I'm serious!"

"Sir, the Leah Fund has started."

"...Isn't their assistant to the chairman, Zhan Lan, dead? Do you still dare to do it? Who will control the whole situation—it won't be Ai Rulong who will do it himself?"

"That's a lot of money, sir, a lot of money. It's impossible for the Leah Fund to stand still after raising funds. Interest will drive everyone crazy."

"Does it drive you crazy too?"

"Yes, sir, as long as the number is large enough."

"Okay, show me their actions..." Mr. Bob took the tablet, turned a few pages handsomely, swiped the page, and finally showed a dignified expression.

The butler didn't speak, just stood aside gracefully, pretending that Mr. Bob could understand.

In fact, Mr. Bob really can't understand it, but he can see from another foolish report how terrible the current operation of the Leah Fund is.

"Wow... this huge number, is it true?"

"It's true, they did spend that much money."

"Then what shall we do?"

"If the original plan is followed, then we should wait until their first acquisition is completed, and then appear in front of Sumitomo Bank as a savior."

"I like this!" Mr. Bob threw back the tablet he didn't understand, stood up and began to get dressed: "Get ready for the plane! I need to have a good sleep on the plane, and then use the most energetic appearance to meet those The adoration of the Japanese!"

"As you wish, my sir."

The butler bowed slightly and exited the room.

And in the shadow of the corner of the room, a voice came out, it was a hoarse female voice, like all the female voices hiding in the corner in front of the villain's most loyal lackey, with a gloomy feeling that did not conform to mainstream aesthetics: "Sir, Zhanlan not dead."

"I know—Leah Foundation wants everyone to think that Zhanlan is dead, but we know it's not."

Mr. Bob changed his frivolous appearance of a playboy before, and his eyes showed a deep brilliance of wisdom or mental retardation. He looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him: "But what does it matter? As long as those people on Wall Street think it is It’s really enough, losing the blue Lia Fund is like a beautiful girl whose coat has been torn off for them.”

"Ai Rulong is still here."

"If it weren't for Ai Rulong, why would Wall Street regard Leah Fund as a confidant?" Mr. Bob raised a finger and shook it: "Sometimes, what can help you unite friends is not better not a friend, but a qualified opponent."

"... Is our opponent Ai Rulong?" The female voice paused, her voice full of murderous intent: "If you need, I will go to Japan now and kill him—I will never expose you identity of!"

"No, no, our opponent is not him, he is just one of them. Our main opponent is my good niece, my dearest Bernice... Maybe she is still chanting my name now? "

Facing the mirror, Mr. Bob paused for a moment with his hands arranging his collar, and nonchalantly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his nose, and took off his blood-stained white shirt again.

His hand moved in front of the closet, and finally stopped on a red shirt, asking: "Wearing red clothes, can you cover up blood stains?"

"No, blood will turn reddish brown after oxidation. I suggest you wear black."

"Well, I love black - black is my favorite color from now on."

Putting on a black shirt, Mr. Bob adjusted his collar: "I really hope Bernice will like the way I wear a black shirt."

"She will, sir."

"No, she won't, she hates me now." Mr. Bob smiled: "But why not? Only enough hatred can drive her to become a real queen, instead of being praised by everyone like this now Yes, it’s like playing house.”

The female voice did not answer, but remained silent, as if disappearing in the shadows.

Mr. Bob didn't care, turned his head and walked out of the room.

The moment he was about to leave, the female voice behind him finally spoke again: "Sir, no matter what, I will stand behind you."

"..." Mr. Bob's hand stopped, stopped on the doorknob, and smiled indifferently after a few seconds: "No, you should hate me too, and then in the name of cleaning up my remaining forces , use the most ruthless means to eliminate them-do you understand what I mean?"

"...Yes! I will leave Miss Bernice with the cleanest Mellon family."

"It's the cleanest Mellon family, and a real door that can be really obedient, neither of which is missing." Mr. Bob turned to look at her, and the handsome middle-aged uncle had a mischievous look on his face, and stood up. A finger in front of the lips: "Shh~ don't let them hear~"

This time the female voice did not speak, and fell completely silent.

When he opened the door, Mr. Bob opened his hands enthusiastically, and shouted towards the outside like a fool: "Welcome to my podium! My most trusted partners!"

His voice followed the closed door and gradually disappeared outside the door——