Sister, you miss me

"You..." The prince became angry, "Why do you say that to me? My father earned every cent of wealth in my family."

"Then why let you splurge?" Nie Qing sneered.

"I... I squandered the money I earned myself."

"Why do you earn money?" Nie Qing still looked contemptuous.

"Based on my knowledge, experience and judgment, Wang Cong's personal assets have exceeded two billion."

"I know, how else would I get the title of a national husband."

"Just know."

"But, as far as I know, your father gave you five hundred million with a wave of his hand, so you can practice, just imagine, this kind of opportunity is rare! Besides, if you were born in a working family, your knowledge, experience, and judgment Where did it come from? I'm afraid you can't afford the minimum consumption of 8,000 this night."

"Xiaoqing, you are too prejudiced against me, I..."

"I heard that you bought a Dao." Nie Qing gave a thumbs up, "Wealthy is willful. I still agree with your decision, except that it is a bit disgusting."

"Xiaoqing, I..."

"Don't follow me!" Nie Qing flipped his wrist and pressed a gun against Prince Wang's forehead.

"You...retreat!" The prince drew back the two bodyguards and swallowed subconsciously.

Nie Qing said indifferently: "I have a license to kill. I don't care about killing. Do you want to take a look?

The prince gritted his teeth for a while, dropped the sentence "Let's go", and walked away.

Walking to the door, looking back, he caught Nie Qing holding Yang Feng's arm affectionately, his eyes instantly full of spite.

At the entrance of the clubhouse, he hooked his finger, "Check me the background of that kid."

...

"You actually use me as a shield?" Yang Feng took away Nie Qing's arm that was holding his head.

"What a shield, I always use you as my boyfriend!" Nie Qing said bluntly.

For a moment, seven or eight pairs of eyes of men and women looked over.

"You...I served you." Yang Feng pointed at Nie Qing for a while.

At this moment, a short and fat man in a Tang suit, about forty years old, came running upright. The golden Tang suit was printed with copper coins, wearing a melon leather cap, a jade finger and a gem ring. He looked like a son of the Eight Banners. .

"Oh, hello, the distinguished guests are coming here, I am Qian Sihai, the club manager, and I have missed a long way to welcome you, please!"

Qian Sihai wiped the sweat on his forehead. He just heard that someone was drawing a gun here, but he was still targeting Prince Wang Cong. Qian Sihai was scared into a cold sweat.

Wang Cong is one of the four sons of the northern capital. He has money and connections. Who has the courage of the bear heart and leopard to draw a gun at him?

The key is to draw the gun and bluff Wang Cong, but this group of people didn't leave.

There is no doubt that this is also the master he cannot afford to offend.

Who doesn't know the big boss of the clubhouse?Even so, he dared to draw a gun, that was not even his own master!

Qian Sihai rushed over and lost it, but his eyes were out of focus. This group of men and women were all young generations of Toshihiko, but how did he know which one was the leader and which was the one who drew the gun at the prince?

Nie Qing smiled and shook his head: "Boss Qian, which eye do you see that we are distinguished guests?"

"That," Qian Sihai revealed the smart and sleek businessmen, "I heard that the prince brought you in. Compared to all the friends of the prince, that is naturally the distinguished guest of our club."

"Prince prince, prince, I think you are about to lick Wang Cong's eyes!"

For a while, everyone who heard this sentence looked at Nie Qing with strange eyes, with the same thought in their hearts. How could such a dazzling and beautiful girl be so dirty?

Nie Qing seemed to feel that her words were slightly improper, but when she noticed Yang Feng's white eyes, she lowered her red face.

Qian Sihai let out a foul breath, "Everyone, please follow me."

"Boss, we are all working class and we have a limited budget. Give us a little leisure."

Qian Sihai pointed at Nie Qing and said, "Girl, you are gods, and I will definitely consider you."

"Xiaoqing." A strong and magnetic male voice sounded behind the crowd.

Nie Qingjiao's body shuddered and turned back abruptly.

Standing in front of everyone was a thirty-year-old young man with big ears, a sturdy back, and meticulous hair. The handmade silk shirts and slacks were all made to order.

The man's eyes are piercing, his smile is calm and sunny, his back is straight, as if the sky is breaking, and he won't frown, as if he was born to be the king of the world.

There was only one young figure in the man's eyes, and slowly, he opened his arms.

"Boss, you..." Qian Sihai glared at the man without finishing a sentence, shaking directly.

Yang Feng had to admit that this was a heartbreaking man, and often this kind of man could get twice the result with half the effort, and through Qian Sihai's reaction, it also showed that he was extremely prestigious and well-informed.

"You are..." Nie Qing's expression flashed with a hint of astonishment, and soon turned into a surprise. She first walked, then ran, and rushed into the man's arms.

Yang Feng frowned unchecked.

When the man had one more step, Nie Qing stopped the car.

Yang Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but saw the man frown slightly.

"Are you Brother Haichao?" Nie Qing asked with wide eyes.

This is the second time I heard this name tonight. It turns out that he is the boss of this club. Yang Feng looked at this young man. It is definitely not something wealthy can do to open such a secret private club on the shore of Kunming Lake.

"Otherwise!" The man raised his dark eyebrows.

Nie Qing punched him in the chest and pursed his mouth: "When did he get down from the sky, why didn't you tell me in advance whether I fell into the desert or the sea? Why don't you let me go fishing for you."

"You are still so cute, but you have grown into a pretty girl." The man said affectionately.

"Comrade Jiang Haichao, it's been ten years. If you don't grow up, isn't that a problem?"

"But your character has not changed."

"That," Yang Feng digs his ears, "Your deceased meets again. We will not hinder you, Boss Qian, to arrange the land for us."

Nie Qing took a deep breath. She actually smelled a sour smell sensitively. Is Yang Feng jealous?

Slowly turned around and smiled charmingly at Yang Feng, "How can it be, I brought you here, I must be responsible to the end, everyone together."

"Xiaoqing..." Jiang Haichao couldn't help but stretched out his hand. Ten years ago, he was always tired of his little sister, despite the joy of reunion. Who is the boy who spoke just now and is now next to her?

"Brother Haichao."

"Yeah." Seeing Nie Qing turn around, Jiang Haichao looked happy.

"Today you have to bleed."

"Xiaoqing said, don't say a meal, even in this club, I won't frown."

Listening to Jiang Haichao's confession, Nie Qing bit her lip and glanced at Yang Feng nervously, but Yang Feng raised her head as if studying the picture on top.

Nie Qing pouted, his eyes rolled, and he stepped forward and held Jiang Haichao's arm: "Why is Brother Haichao always being so good to others?"

"Because you are my favorite sister!" Jiang Haichao turned his head and looked at the side profile of Nie Qing's axe and knife close at hand, with affectionate remembrance in his voice: "Xiaoqing, do you remember it? Speak, when I grow up in the future, I will build a golden house for you to protect..."

"Golden House Cangjiao!" Yang Feng changed an ear and dug, "But boss Jiang, your brother and sister relationship is touching, but we only came to eat. After a long time, we didn't drink any water. Cooing."

Jiang Haichao glanced sharply at the past, and Yang Feng was naturally unwilling to show weakness. No matter how strong his heart was, it couldn't be stronger than a Dao heart, not to mention the hypnotic technique learned by the Excalibur Bureau.

If it was said that Yang Feng had done it unintentionally the first time, then this time, Nie Qing could be sure that Yang Feng was jealous, and the two men had already met.

Yang Feng has no fear, but Jiang Haichao is not easy to follow. The two actually fought equally well this round.

Flutter!

Nie Qing couldn't help laughing, and went straight to Yang Feng: "Let me see, where is it?"

Jiang Haichao's eyes narrowed slightly, and everyone could see that Xiaoqing had a lot of affection for the boy. What was the origin of it? He also became interested for a while and smiled politely: "Qian Sihai, what are you still doing? So neglect your guests and prepare the best private room quickly."

"Yes, everyone, please come with me." Qian Sihai said over and over, and started to lead the way.

"Xiaoqing, everyone, Jiang has a ruthless please."

"Brother Haichao, everyone is young. If you have something to say, you have been in the sky for ten years, how come you still look so literary?"

"If it's convenient, I want to be at the same table with you."

"No," Yang Feng waved his hand, "One more stranger, you are not comfortable, we are not comfortable, I know you have been separated for ten years, there must be a thousand words, let Nie Qing go with you." Push Nie Qing forward.

"What are you doing!" Nie Qing glared at Yang Feng, stepping forward and holding Jiang Haichao's arm, "Welcome, and honor."

Along the way, I found that the names of the private rooms in the clubhouse are all one word, from benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, wood, water, fire, and earth, compared to the "golden" private rooms at the end.

Come to the front, as expected.

After entering the room, his eyes are full of magnificent, rich and powerful, luxurious but not tacky.

The carved red sandalwood screen, the table of eight immortals in Huanghuali, the back chair of golden nanmu, the guzheng, poetry and painting add a bit of fun.

"Everyone, please sit down. This is the best private room we would say. I hope you will be satisfied."

"Go on." Jiang Haichao waved money back all over the world, "I'm here to say hello, you let Shengge come over."

"Yes!" Qian Sihai walked out.

"Shengge!" Wang Da exclaimed in unison, "But the classical music genius of Beidu Conservatory of Music who has been hailed as once in a thousand years?"

Jiang Haichao looked at Nie Qing, just about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Datong, frowned slightly, and nodded slightly: "Exactly."

"Oh my God!" Wang Datong hugged He Shiran, muttering: "I heard that she not only looks like an immortal, but she is also good at playing, playing, playing, playing and singing..."

"Then what?" He Shiran smiled and twisted Wang Datong's ears.

"Oh," Wang Datong cried out painfully, "This woman is only supposed to be in the sky. I and other ordinary people can only watch from a distance and not play with it!"

He Shiran smiled and let go of her hand.