Chapter 642

Qingning sends a message to Yang Qiu. The message is very simple.

Here comes your old friend.

This sentence made Yang Qiu sweat all over.

He has no good friends, let alone old ones.

But it happened to him that his heart was really guilty of being a thief.

The women around him are Du Qingyu, Lin Bing, Xia Yu, Qing Ning, Leng Aoxue. If you count Du Qingchen, there are only six.

These people can be called his women, and it is absolutely impossible to use the word "love".

The only woman who makes Yang Qiu have a ghost in his heart, only he knows.

That's Xu Meixing from Hong Kong.

When he took the nine turn Liangyi pill for Xu Meixing, he saw all the people's bodies. Even he himself lay clean with them. What happened that day was really a blank in his brain.

This is different from what happened to Leng Aoxue that night. In Leng Aoxue's room, he knows what happened all the way, but Xu Meixing didn't know what happened to him at that time.

But he can't deny that he lay clean with Xu Meixing, and he can't deny that he looked at other people's bodies.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Qiu has been afraid or guilty, and even dare not go to Hong Kong.

And how does Qingning know about the top secret in his heart?

Yang Qiu swore that he had never told anyone about it. Would he talk in his sleep?

Are you kidding?

If you don't act like a thief, you won't be empty. Yang Qiu has something in mind. Naturally, she can't hold it.

The Management Committee of Paradise Island is on the 298 floor of Qingdi building. The whole floor is the center of sky city. As the chairman, Qingning naturally works here.

When Yang Qiu walks into Qingning's office, Qingning is carefully reviewing the documents in front of her.

"Wife, hard work."

Yang Qiu quietly walks behind Qingning and reaches out to hold her slim waist. Qingning raises her head and blinks at Yang Qiu.

Although Yang Qiuzao had made psychological preparations, he was still flustered by Qingning.

Qingning stretches her frown, then looks up at Yang Qiu with a smile:

"How are you doing over there these days?"

Yang Qiu hurriedly said:

"Good. We have all the equipment. What about you? I think you are so tired. Are there too many things? Why don't you leave it to the people below to deal with it. "

Qingning smiled faintly:

"Everything else is easy to do. That's the question of immigration. I was about to ask you. This month, our official website has received millions of immigration applications. Do you have any restrictions on these?"

Immigration?

Yang Qiu hasn't really considered this problem. In his opinion, he won't consider attracting more people from other places in a short time.

According to his plan, it is necessary to complete the real running in of sky city, and everything will slowly come naturally, so that there will be no problems in management at that time.

But now it seems that his plan has to be changed again.

Just in this way, the burden on Qingning's shoulder has to be increased again.

"Wife, what do you think?"

Qingning shakes her head:

"Many people have put forward their opinions on this matter, but they have been pressed down by me. We must listen to you on this matter. After all, the future of this city is too important for us. I can't decide for you in this regard."

Yang Qiu's heart is moved and warm.

This wife is really nowhere to find with a lantern.

The priorities of things were well handled in front of her.

He kissed Qingning's bright and clean face, then Yang Qiu sighed and said his heart:

"To tell you the truth, I don't know what to do with many things. Every step I take, the future will be more and more unpredictable. My greatest hope and desire now is to settle down here completely and accompany you. I don't want to care about any ambition or responsibility."

Qingning was stunned, put down the things in her hand, then took his hand and said seriously:

"Do you have any difficulties? Tell me? "

When Yang Qiu thought of the power of western religion, Taoism and some activities, he felt a burst of frustration.

What's the point of doing this yourself?

Like Yang Jian's father, his powerful existence has to wander around and be chased and killed by people.

If the existence of those horrors taught in the West really takes themselves seriously, how long can they persist?

The city can resist the blow of the sage, but what happens after the blow of the sage?

Back to sky city for more than a month, Yang Qiu has been thinking about this problem.

He knew that as long as he grew stronger and stronger, the city would be enough for his women and friends to protect themselves, but what was the significance of all this?

People who practice Taoism go against the sky in order not to die, but Yang Qiu doesn't have that ambition at all.

He has been a man for three generations. He has really seen through all kinds of intrigues.

What about being a saint?

Uncle Feng has been a saint for hundreds of millions of years, the supreme and the embodiment of heaven. What is the result?

Fall before you talk about it?

After all, I'm not strong enough.

Only when she is in front of her own woman will Yang Qiu really relax and show her thoughts from the bottom of her heart.

Qingning sees the expression on Yang Qiu's face. She feels distressed for a while. She pretends to change the topic, then looks at Yang Qiu and says solemnly:

"I'll press the immigration issue first. I'm looking for you. There's another thing. There are people from Hong Kong!"

Yang Qiu could not help but feel nervous, coughed, and then pretended to be calm and said:

"Hong Kong? Is there someone from the Hu family or something? "

As soon as Qingning's face changed, she looked at him with a mysterious smile:

"Are you nervous about mentioning Hong Kong? Say, what happened between you and Miss Xu Meixing? Don't think I don't know! "

I have to say, women's intuition is really terrible.

"No, wife, I swear, I really..."

Yang Qiu didn't dare to say half the time. Fortunately, Qingning was not Lin Bing. She didn't ask any more questions. She just looked at Yang Qiu and said with a smile:

"You are nervous. The Hu family has moved here long ago. This time, Hu Qinghai returned to Hong Kong to deal with the family industry. By the way, he brought a letter from Miss Xu Meixing!"

Yang Qiu pretended not to care, but her ears had already stood up.

Qingning's face turned red when she said this. She looked down in embarrassment and said in a low voice:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, but I thought this letter was..."

Yang Qiu could not help shivering.

Sure enough!!

He looked at Qingning with a guilty heart, and there was a sense of luck in his heart. He asked tentatively:

"What exactly did that letter say?"

Qingning raises her head and looks at Yang Qiu. A faint sadness comes out of her eyes:

"Hum! Your old face is good. This time, tohu Qinghai brought a letter and said he would bring all his value. Is this to compete with us or to demonstrate? "

Yang Qiu couldn't help sweating.

It seems that no matter how gentle and generous a woman is, she will be jealous when she meets her rival.