Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Chapter 198: Yan Fu is not shallow



Chapter 198 Yan Fu is not shallow

"You are talking nonsense, you are spitting blood!" Xu Qing was anxious when he was said to be sore. He leaped forward and was about to hit Joe. The thunder stretched out his hand to block, and one arm directly pushed the person on the sink.

"Honestly, dare to touch a cold hair of God Qiao, I will unload you on the spot!"

Thunder had already looked fierce, but now his eyes were staring, and he was even more fierce, as if he was really going to kill someone. Xu Qing was so scared that he did not dare to speak.

Qiao put his hands on his back and walked slowly to Xu Qing\'s side, "Tsk tusk, look at your face, the woman you have handled should be no less than three digits. Mr. Xu, Yanfu is not shallow."

"Which company did you send the paparazzi? Bloody people, do you have any evidence? There is no evidence to talk nonsense, it\'s a lawsuit!"

"Mr. Xu, you made a mistake. We are not a paparazzi. I am just a fortune teller. All of this is just what I have seen from you in your life."

"Fart, I never believed in these things. Don\'t make any fuss there. Who did you send them? Where did you find these things? You just want to misuse my money and make a price."

Joe shook his head, “Since you don’t believe me, then I’ll just say something. I can’t find out.”

"Do you know why you make a profit when you invest, but there is nothing you make?

Do the math, if you have not lost the money you earned from investing in various accidents, now, you should be able to make it into the list of imperial capitals.

Don’t have to rely on a half-failed company now and barely make a living.

You don’t wonder, is there anything wrong with this? "

Xu Qing pressed his lips tightly and did not speak.

How could he not want to know, he wanted to know what went wrong in his dreams.

Qiao immediately asked again, "Where did your first stabbing money come from?"

Xu Qing\'s brows twitched, and a panic flashed in his eyes.

"Why, I have done something wicked and dare not say it? Then I will help you remember the memories."

"After your father-in-law died of an illness, you did not put his old man in the soil for safety, but hastily found a place to bury him, carrying your daughter-in-law, and secretly receiving the old man’s pension every month, which lasted for 3 years.

After   , you felt that you had almost saved your money, so you dug out the remains of your old man from the soil for cremation, and then swallowed his pension. With this money, he went to sea to do business and founded Qinshi Media. am I right. "

Xu listened to his scalp numb, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled, "You, who did you listen to?"

This matter, in this world, apart from him, no one knows, including his wife, it is still unclear where Qiao Yi learned about it.

"I said, I know more than that."

"In the past few years, you have founded countless companies, but all of them ended in failure. Only Qinshi Media. Although it is not thriving, there is no problem with this company to keep your whole family fed and clothed.

Don’t you want to know why? "

“Also, if you don’t have any problems with your body, you can’t get in touch with hundreds of starlets, but none of them are pregnant with you. Don’t you think it’s weird?”

Xu Qing heard this and struggled a bit, as if she had something to say.

As soon as Joe pressed his shoulder, "I know what you are going to say, are you going to tell me that your plan to have a son is about to succeed, and you have successfully got a little star pregnant?"

Xu Qing had a violent meal.

"If, let me tell you, the child in the little star’s belly is not yours?"

She counted, “The child should be 5 months old. If you don’t believe it, you can go to the hospital for a DNA comparison.”

After speaking, the expression on Xu Qing\'s face instantly solidified.

Joe glanced at the thunder and motioned to him to let the person go.

Xu leaned back and sat on the ground, his eyes dull.

Qiao squatted next to him and whispered softly, "A hexagram 50 million can solve all your problems. There is my phone number on the contract. Come to me after you figure it out."

Hey, it’s over tonight, good night, good dreams!

The author squatted on the ground, waiting for your fixed-point feeding~

(End of this chapter)