Ye Huanlu, how has she always met strange people since she was reborn?

However, even if this happens again, her psychological capacity is okay, otherwise she can change anybody else, which is probably messed up by now.

“No WeChat? Then add a QQ!” The grey-haired man has been busy reporting his QQ number over and over.

Ye Qiao helplessly pulled out his phone and added his QQ.

The two people added friends to each other. Ye Zheng saw each other's nickname as "solitude for defeat”. The avatar was his selfie. This white hair, if not sustained by the value of his face, would be killing Matt.

Personality signature is even more difficult to say: “How lonely is invincible, how empty is invincible, alone in the peak, the cold wind keeps blowing past, my loneliness, who can understand me”...

Ye Qiang: “…”

Ye Huan silently sent him a hundred red envelopes.

The white-haired man smiled and collared the red envelope, then suddenly stared at her and asked, “Little girl, who taught you those moves? ”

Ye Zheng glanced at him and said, “I understand myself, why? ”

Recently, there has been a lot of inspiration in her mind for her moves and the number of martial arts.

The white-haired man said, "Are you sure it wasn't some handsome, powerful expert who taught you that? ”

Ye: “… I think it's my gift. ”

The white-haired man choked. “Young lady, you are too modest...”

Ye Qiang: “Are you all right? It's okay. I'm gonna go fix the car. ”

“Ah, I suddenly remembered that I had a duel date. Let's go! Little girl, if you truly thank me, give me a QQ membership! The annual fee!” The grey-haired man looked at the pit in her car and felt afraid of her claim. He immediately waved his hand away and ran away.

Ye Qiang: “…”

Just pretend to be a master, okay?

Not at all comfortable...

It is not appropriate to stay here for long. After the grey-haired man left, Ye Zheng followed closely. Fortunately, the engine was not damaged and the car was able to drive as usual.

It is also clear from the hands of these people tonight that the forces behind them are absolutely incalculable.

It's just that these people seem to be bluffing about something and don't dare to blatantly target her.

What kind of force wants her dead...

Qin Ruoxi, the old man in the steward's house? Or is it some kind of behind-the-scenes force that she hasn't known for two generations?

In her previous life, she had been assassinated like this, and later died without a clue. She didn't even know how to die, so there was no clue.

And this gray-haired man who suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared, what did he do? Totally elusive...

Between his thoughts, Ye Zheng turned the direction and drove directly to a courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing.

She had asked Feng Xuan to also relocate some of the mercenaries she had gathered in Myanmar.

In her current situation, it's time to use people.

As Ye Zheng went, several people were snuggling together to discuss their new boss.

Little Laurie held her face, “I didn't expect the black widow to be so beautiful, even better than the rumors...”

Fatty shook his head and said, "Of course it's beautiful, it's all moisturized by the blood of a girl like you! ”

The long-haired man said, "Why do you say black widows make identities hidden in the stewardess? ”

The bearded man glanced at him and said, "Baby is so stupid. Do you have to ask? Of course it's for men, who don't know that black widows love beautiful men! Rumor has it that the head of the housekeeper is fierce, but he looks like a slut... The boss doesn't have to hide his identity to get in, why else, of course, to sleep..."

Ye Zheng standing at the door: "…”