How Did I Become a God

"How did I become a goddess(

The boarding stairs were taken away by the airport staff. Jing Gao's "car" began to glide and headed to the runway to prepare for takeoff.

Ling Song, Jiang Xinjing, Guan Yujia and the others left by car. Including Song Heng, who stood in the wind for dozens of seconds and finally didn't say a word.

The airport is still busy. And the shock and shock caused by the scene just now is still spreading.

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Ling Song sat in the official car and shook his head with a smile. Song Heng is purely insulting himself. "Understand?" These words are full of warning. It is estimated that Song Heng, an old fox like snarling in the sea of ​​commerce, has to admit it. Of course, holding a grudge is inevitable.

Ling Song thought for a while, called the leader's secretary, and explained the situation roughly. This kind of thing cannot be reported as a serious matter. But the news has to be passed on.

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Guan Yujia sat back in the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and the car was for her to use next. In official documents, the Phoenix Fund is held by her, Cao Danqing, and Jing Gao. Her status in the company is still very high. The position on the bright side is the executive director and president of Phoenix Fund.

"President Guan, what happened just now?" Ling Chuqing saw everyone in the car as if surrounding Jing Gao. Asked curiously.

Guan Yujia briefly talked about the situation, pursing his lips and chuckling, "I guess that Brother Jing is quite unhappy with him."

This dissatisfaction was directed at Song Heng's clash with Yinhe Group. Who is still a fool? Song Heng said that, it shows that the Yinhe Group has a "link" with him. Therefore, Jing Ge strongly warned him.

Think clearly!

Of course, Brother Jing is really handsome like this. He was gentle and gentle all day long, suddenly showing his sharp edge, which was heartbreaking involuntarily. No matter what others think, she is proud of Brother Jing anyway.

Ling Chuqing was a little surprised, Jing doesn't always have that kind of domineering personality! He smashed his son to social death, so Song Heng is not allowed to ask? She listened to the meaning in Guan Yu's tales, and it seemed that he did it. He asked, "President Guan, what's the reason for this?"

Guan Yujia couldn't tell Ling Chuqing about the ongoing confrontation between the Phoenix System and the Galaxy Group, which lasted for several months, and the strategy of the Phoenix Fund. He simply made the mistake and said: "Song Yan has always been hostile to Brother Jing and tried to cheat him twice..."

The speed was steady, and Ding Zhi, the assistant driver in the passenger seat, listened with gusto. The story of the big boss feels so far away, a bit like a legend.

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Su Kun, a mature and charming woman, sat straight in Cao's bulletproof BMW 7 series. If she didn't find someone to talk about the scene just now, she really couldn't help it.

"The newcomer Jing is really tough! This style of play, this style, tut!" Su Kun took off the silk scarf from his neck and unbuttoned his coat. There is air conditioning in the car. Revealing the red cashmere sweater inside, the slender figure was perfectly outlined, with the ups and downs of the peaks. Duan is a beautiful woman with all kinds of amorous feelings.

Father Cao admired the convex and concave figure of this beautiful woman. Thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. A woman of this age is happy to show her beauty and attract men. Of course, he has to give feedback: gaze appreciation. Otherwise, how can life be interesting? Smiling and chanting: "Su, your statement is too vulgar. Dapeng rises in the same wind every day, soaring for ninety thousand miles!"

"Stop, stop." Su Kun glanced at Father Cao Cao's anger, "I'm here to chat with you. I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. You should keep this trick to lie to your female students."

Grandpa Cao laughed, "Hey, President Su, this is my opinion. We will not come here in Jinling. It is Kunpeng. Kun is so big, I don't know how many miles it is. I flies in anger, and its wings are like Clouds hanging down from the sky."

Su Kun was speechless for a while and said, "Speaking of people."

Father Cao teased him with a few words before he said: "The Phoenix Fund is too strong and it is completely overflowing. You haven't seen Song Heng being warned in person by him, and you dare not blow up his hair. Do you think Song Heng would serve someone like this in Jinling City ?

Hey, Mr. Song is not a vegetarian. So, let's not get in the way of others. If you can do it, you can do it. Stay away without being seen by him. There are rumors that Mr. Jing has a special preference for beautiful women. Mr. Su, you have a chance. "

Su Kun giggled, charmingly, and blinked his eyes and said, "Daddy Cao, I'm old. You never saw the President Guan next to Mr. Jing, who is just a young age, charming and charming, like a delicate flower. She is shy and pretty. , She has a first-rate figure, she is very attractive, and she can be called a stunner. I have no chance, but you have three beautiful daughters, so you can try."

One of the reasons why Mr. Cao was called "father-in-law" was that he could not give birth to a son. Zhengfang and Xiaosan are both daughters.

Grandpa Cao shook his head and declined, "That won't work. I will die here after trying."

Su Kun also stopped joking with his daughter, lest he really offended him, and said, "What do you think Song will do? Simply form an alliance with the Galaxy Group? I heard that the Galaxy Group has been fighting with the Phoenix Fund recently."

Father Cao looked at the night outside the window and said, "He had better not do anything."

Su Kun sneered, "His son has to study abroad for Jing Gaokeng to avoid the limelight."

Grandpa Cao was open-minded, "You can't blame the society for a bit of backlash, and you can't blame the government for your fate."

"Go, I'm still learning witty things at such an age." Su Kun Jiao groaned, but quietly thought of friendship with Jing Gao. Although President Guan is beautiful, there are many types of women. She is still a little confident in her own style.

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Jiang Xin sat quietly in his unit's car and returned to his residence. After getting off the car, he immediately called his friend, "Yun Qiu, it's a pity that you didn't come to the airport today. I missed a big show. Hey..., I'll tell you... "

Yun Qiu smiled indifferently: "I'm still observing him. What's the matter?"

Jiang Xinjing said the matter again in Balabala, "Don't you know, his style, just ask President Song, do you understand? I really have seen it for a long time. I really didn't dare to think, there are people who dare to speak to President Song like this. I God!"

Yun Qiu smiled slightly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and commented: "Xinjing, it's not good to be too tough."

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In a villa not far below the Purple Mountain.

Song Yan and his friend Jiang Qinghua were drinking together. He will fly to New York, USA tomorrow. Before leaving, I wanted to find someone to drink, but after thinking about it, it turned out that Jiang Qinghua, the friend of the dog and the dog, who was with him, was the most suitable.

The two of them were drinking and chatting in the living room on the first floor. There was silence outside the villa, only the sound of the north wind calling from the mountains and forests.

"Hey..." Song Yan sighed, leaning on the sofa, tilting his feet on the armrests, feeling infinite.

Jiang Qinghua held a beer can in his hand and said, "You are leaving tomorrow. Would you like to inform Lu Ruxue?"

Song Yan said melancholy: "Where can I tell her if something like this happens? I will apologize to her when I return to China in the future."

Jiang Qinghua nodded. This is indeed! The player () was caught () in bed by someone else's husband. This showed Lu Ruxue that his impression of Song Yan was reduced to negative. It's better to sell it miserably and go quietly for the future.

Song Yan thought of his career. The younger sisters in Jinling and Modu were sulking in their hearts and said bitterly: "Mad, don't let me know who made me deliberately. I want him to look good." Zheng said Then, the phone rang, it was his father's secretary.

After hearing a few words, Song Yan hung up. Seeing that his eyes were a little dull, Jiang Qinghua said concerned: "Xiao Song, are you okay?"

"Grass!" Song Yan fiercely slapped the phone on the coffee table, then cried out with sore hands. As soon as he learned the exact news, the man who rectified him was very tall!

First, he didn't expect that Jing Gao's grandson stabbed him secretly.

Second, how did he make Jing Gao look good? It was Jing Gao who made him cry first.

Jungle in the grass.