Big Data Cultivation

Ha ha, Zhou Xiaotong smiled silently, "Yuan Huapeng didn't tell you, do I like to delay Mei?"

This Nima tastes! Feng Jun opened another bottle of beer, blew the bottle twice, and then hiccupped for a long time.

"Look at me, is it silly to drink beer in the snow in winter?"

"A bit," Zhou Xiaotong nodded. "However, you like it."

"Yeah," Feng Jun nodded and whispered, "I just like it ... I didn't force you to drink."

"Similarly, your xing orientation, I am not interested in asking, whether you are a rotten woman or a two-way plug, don't hinder me, although I also think that your taste is a bit heavy.

Zhou Xiaotong silently said only half a day, "However, you are very in line with my personal design for the man."

Feng Jun took a sip of beer and spoke slowly, "So you should be glad, this is the capital."

Zhou Xiaotong's eyes rolled, his small hand on his chin, and he stared at him with interest, "Otherwise?"

Feng Jun raised his hand and grabbed Zhou Xiaotong's cup. The palm of his hand pressed slightly, and the ceramic cup suddenly split into seven or eight pieces.

He picked up a small piece, his thumb and index finger pressed hard, and the piece suddenly turned into a white powder, and the lumps fell on the table mat.

He raised his eyelids and looked at her expressionlessly, "What did you just ask me?"

Zhou Xiaotong stared at the small pile of powder, and after a stun, Yan Yan smiled, "It really is a master of martial arts."

Feng Jun glanced at her disdainfully, picked up the bottle and continued to drink.

Zhou Xiaotong still sighed, "I really didn't expect that the legendary thing actually existed, but ... why haven't I seen it before?"

Feng Jun glanced sideways at her, and intuitively felt in his heart that this heavy-taste guy is probably not saying anything good.

Zhou Xiaotong ignored him and said, "Let me think about it ... You treated Yuan Zihao in a low-key manner, proving that you don't want people to know, which means that you actually have a secret?"

Feng Jun's face went dark: Are you really tired and crooked?

With a snap, Zhou Xiaotong slapped both hands, and a smile of joy appeared on his face, "This secret is good for the country, um, I can report it up and let them grab you to slice ... wrong, at least it can force you out Secret. "

"Oh," Feng Jun laughed. "What do you think of this as writing a novel? When you are free, do you like to start in Chinese?"

"It's not a novel, it's a fact," Zhou Xiaotong raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face. "You must not refuse to serve the country, right?"

Of course, she is talking back, as long as the IQ master passes the analysis, Master Feng does not want to be publicized.

Feng Jun ignored her, but looked at the female follower and whispered, "You dare to use the phone again ... I promise you will regret it."

The female follower stretched out her hand towards the phone, subconsciously retracted it, and then glanced at Zhou Xiaotong.

Feng Jun also looked at Zhou Xiaotong and said lazily, "I work honestly, just to serve the country. As for the other things you said, I can only say ... you think too much."

"Slap", Zhou Xiaotong clapped his hands again, and said with a smile on his face, "Yes, you are still a rich man. Have you evaded taxes and evaded taxes? Where did the first pot of gold come from? Are there any capital sins? This can be investigated."

"Oh," Feng Jun laughed angrily. "Have you thought about it, angered me ... what price might it pay?"

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Xiaotong looked at him with a smile. The more angry the other party was, the happier she was. "You said, this is the capital ... right?"

Feng Jun raised his neck, drank a bottle of beer, dunked it on the table mat, hit a string of wine burps, and then spoke lightly, "I hope you will never leave Beijing."

He had to stand up and walk away, Zhou Xiaotong smiled, "Oh, Master Feng, I'm kidding, why should I take it seriously?"

Feng Jun glanced at her, "Since I know that I am a master, I dare to joke ... who gives you the courage?"

Zhou Xiaotong coughed, "I know I'm wrong, Master Feng can punish me whatever I want, I will never resist."

What does it mean when a beauty tells you to let you punish you?

Feng Jun's heartbeat couldn't help but a little faster. Although he knew that this beautiful woman's private life was extremely erosive, but she couldn't hold it, she was indeed beautiful, and ... she was a descendant of the powerful and powerful.

This top-level appearance and identity makes it easy for people to conquer desire and pursue the thrill of trampling power.

But in the end, he still restrained the original impulse, and just said lazily, "Look at your beauty, and want me to punish you? Well, you can go, don't appear in front of me in the future."

Zhou Xiaotong wanted to run away again, "Dirty to me? Can I be dirtier than Guo Bingying?"

"I'm not interested in discussing this with you," Feng Jun waved his hands impatiently. "Before I get angry, hurry and leave."

"I have a request," Zhou Xiaotong stared straight at him, "You promised me that I would not trouble you."

Feng Jun pondered, "Let's talk, if the actor or something ... it's better to shut up."

"I want your pills," Zhou Xiaotong's tone was firm. "Ten Forged Pills and Ten Pei Yuan Pills."

Feng Jun waved his hand and answered very simply, "You can go to report and find someone to slice me."

"Why?" Zhou Xiaotong's eyes widened, "Yuan Zihao can have two Pei Yuan Dan and one Forging Pill, why can't I? I can give you money."

Feng Jun's mouth twitched, and he finally knew why she dared to open her mouth so loudly, and co-authored with Yuan Zihao, you could have it?

He was really not interested in explaining to her carefully, "This is not a question of money, he gave it to me, you can't give it."

Zhou Xiaotong chased and asked, "What did he give you? The Yuan family can afford it, and I can afford it."

Feng Jun opened another bottle of beer, "it's hard to buy with money and good intentions ... who is willing to sell it to me is my business."

He didn't want to talk about drugs. How can such a transaction be said casually?

Besides, Yuan Jianeng has been able to get related materials. It is the age of several younger siblings. With their own territory and connections, they have a corresponding influence.

Although Zhou Xiaotong may have a better family background and can run rampant in the capital, her age is there. It ’s not that Feng Jun looks down on her. There are a lot of things that are too taboo. She has no direct relationship, and it ’s really hard to get them.

Zhou Xiaotong was angry again, she said coldly, "Are you going to give me a face?"

"Give me a reason to give you face!"

Zhou Xiaotong is also very strange. I did something wrong yesterday and apologized to you. You have not suffered any substantial losses.

She sneered. "My posture has been lowered. I think it's too much. You can bargain."

Feng Jun was so angry and funny to hear, and you know how much you want to co-operate with? Also ... still waiting for me to bargain?

He thinks that Zhou Xiaotong's biggest problem may be IQ arrears, "I didn't plan to give it to you, does the quantity ... make sense?"

Zhou Xiaotong's face pulled down again, "Maybe you are not afraid of me reporting, but once the investigation is carried out and the national machine is launched, your bird may be sliced."

"Poof," Feng Jun spewed out a beer, "That's a crow, wild ... not my bird, die early?"

A trace of anger flashed on Zhou Xiaotong's face, "If you tell you the truth, are you sure you want to compare with me?"

The night grew darker and the temperature dropped, and her breath turned into a faint white mist.

"I'm not interested in comparing with you. You have such a heavy taste. You are an old train driver ... stain."

"Feng Jun!" Zhou Xiaotong said in a straight voice, "You have to think about it, I really want to report it, not only you, your family and friends may be affected, you don't care, do they care?"

Feng Jun turned his head, his eyes flashing fiercely, "Is this a threat? It seems that I have to change my mind ... This is what you forced me to do."

With the fierce flash of light, a breath of breath erupted in his body, but this breath came and went quickly. If you don't observe it deliberately, it will only be considered a momentary illusion.

However, Zhou Xiaotong has been carefully observing him, and originally wanted to stimulate him a few more times. In a trance, he did n’t know why, and the body involuntarily shuddered. Www.wuxiaspot.com With a chin lift, the slender neck seemed to grow longer and longer, "Want to kill? Come on, do it."

Feng Jun stared at her for a while, then smiled happily, "I've only heard of it, come and be happy."

"Merry?" Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him disdainfully, "Just rely on your eyes to find Guo Bingying?"

As she said, she stood up. "If you change your mind, remember to tell me."

"Slow down," Feng Jun pressed the table, and the whole person jumped out, and the figure fell, fell to the steps, and then walked away, his voice came from the flying snowflakes, "Remember to pay."

"Grass," Zhou Xiaotong froze there, and finally swearing out, "This guy ... can I go to the Olympics for long jump?"

In the mouth of the cold and noble beauty, the language of the village customs came out, really ... don't have a style.

The cook took two thousand dollars and went directly to the head, and today he heard too many words that he should not listen to, and he might run slowly.

The girl froze for a while and looked at the cooker. "Hey, your meal guy didn't take it away."

"That's not mine," the cook crawled and disappeared into the distance.

At this moment, the man quickly ran down with his classmate, bent down to take a look, then raised his hand, greeted in a low voice, full of fear in his voice, "Sister Tong ... Come and see."

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaotong quickly walked down, lowered his body to take a closer look, and then said blankly, "Look what, nothing ... What are you excited about?"

"Nothing is scary," the male follower said with a sad face. "I was a little strange. After he jumped down, he didn't get hurt or slipped, so I just looked at the mud. ... What about his footprints? "

(Updated to summon monthly tickets.)