Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Seventeen years ago, a mother and daughter walked into the gate of the Qin family, and a shocking scandal broke out.

Originally, Qin Qing, the eldest son and grandson, was just a bastard who was picked up wrongly in the hospital. The real blood of the Qin family is Qin Wanrou.

Qin Qing was heartbroken when she learned the truth. It was the first time she came out late at night to get drunk, but was followed by people in the bar. Even if the nanny Aman lost her life for her later, she could not escape the bad luck of being bullied.

This day was the end of her being trampled into the quagmire.

"It's so beautiful. I've grown so big. I've never seen such a beautiful woman. Brother, how about we..." Even in the dim light, the gangsters could still see the beauty of the girl in front of them, and their evil thoughts couldn't stop come out.

The leader of the hooligans seemed to have thought about it, looked at the time, and said with a faint smile: "Quick battle, don't waste time, let the brothers have a good time."

"Okay." The younger brothers behind him all agreed, staring at the graceful girls in front of them like a pack of hungry wolves.

"What are you going to do?!" As a person who came here, how could Oman fail to understand the evil smiles on these people's faces, and immediately shouted loudly, guarding his back tightly, "I tell you, this is the eldest lady of the Qin family, she If something goes wrong, the Qin family will not let you go."

Although the Qin family is a scholarly family, they have deep roots anyway. She only hopes that these people will be afraid.

But, "Cut, the Qin family? I don't take it seriously. Let me tell you, hand it over obediently, otherwise, I'll stab you seventeen or eight times." The gang leader sneered, obviously He came prepared, and he took out a knife while speaking.

The cold light flashed across her eyelids, hurting Qin Qing's eyes. She stared at the knife, recalling the scene of Oman lying in a pool of blood in her previous life, her body trembled slightly, "Oman."

Oman felt the palm of his hand was wet, and thought the girl was afraid, so he pulled a forced smile back to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, Missy, I will protect you."

I will protect you.

In the past seventeen years, Qin Qing, who had never received any help, inexplicably got wet at this moment.

"Aman, stand behind me."

She spoke coldly, and her soft voice carried an indescribable elegance in the alley. When the woman in front was stunned, she had already walked up to the group of gangsters, and slowly raised the glass shards in her hand... Arrived on his own neck.

"Miss!" Oman saw his young lady's neck was cut, and exclaimed to stop her.

"Smelly girl, what do you want to do, put down the glass." The gangster who had an evil look in his eyes just now was also shocked.

Qin Qing scanned the faces of the group of people, and slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a sneering arc, "If you take another step forward, I will cut my own artery, and you will not be able to do the job."

The gangsters were stunned, and they all looked at the young girl in front of them in disbelief.

In such a dangerous environment, she was so fearless in the face of danger, and she could even see through that they were ordered to come here.

"What do you want?" The gangster who had lost the initiative made a concession.

Qin Qing held the nanny's hand tightly, stepped forward, and said loudly: "I want to see your boss."

She knew that these gangsters could not let her go, and the only chance was to start with the leader.

And the other party obviously had nothing to do, so he took a hard look at the girl's beautiful face, then gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, I'll make you understand."

A group of people took advantage of the night to walk through the brightly lit streets, and finally Qin Qing was taken to a private club. The eye-catching high-end decoration and expensive equipment made it easy to guess that the identity of the guests who came here was extraordinary.

The moment he opened the door of the box and entered, a wine glass flew towards him and hit the gangster hard on the head.

"Trash, didn't you see that I'm busy, I can't even take care of a woman, bring me here to find bad luck." The man sitting on the sofa with a slashing face was full of flesh, cursing fiercely.

"Yes, I'm useless, boss, she said she would commit suicide if she couldn't see you, we, we can't help it." The gangster who was so arrogant just now shrank away like a quail.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the boss paused in his hands, and rarely raised his head to glance over. He was slightly taken aback when he saw the girl's beautiful face under the colorful lights, and then curled his lips, "I can't fix it with just a vase, waste .”

After speaking, he grabbed the dice cup in his hand and continued to tinker with it.

Qin Qing, who was already full of drafts, suddenly went blank when she saw the dice cup, and a strong longing surged in her heart. Her fingertips twitched slightly, subconsciously following the dice cup swing. The direction swayed until a certain node, and he frowned suddenly: "Wrong."

What? Everyone in the room was taken aback by this nonsensical sentence.

After a while, the boss noticed her gaze and asked suspiciously, "You understand this too?"

Qin Qing thought of the young voice in the dream, and the thing called gambling, and suddenly wanted to verify the authenticity, "Can I try it?"

Her voice was clear and sweet, and she stood there with her hands folded in front of her in a dignified and elegant manner, like a rich lady who came out of an aristocratic family.

Such a strong contrast made the boss on the sofa also interested. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, as long as you get the points I wanted just now, I won't do your business today. However, if you dare Fool me, hehe..."

The threats behind are self-evident.

"Miss, don't go over there." Aman grabbed the girl's hand in fear, with deep worry in his eyes. She watched Qin Qing grow up when she was young, and it was the first time for her daughter to even see dice, let alone know how to play.

"Aman, don't worry." Qin Qing turned her head and smiled at her, but her eyes were extremely firm.

Everyone in the room focused their eyes on her, and watched as the eldest lady of the aristocratic family came to the table, picked up the dice and put them in the dice cup with her slender hands full of book ink, her appearance was as elegant as It is to pick up a pen and write.

Such a person can really play dice?

Someone couldn't help but sneered, "Oh, this is embroidery, a waste of time."

However, the moment the voice fell, the girl suddenly moved.

Da da da... The sound of the dice was as dense as a drumbeat. The girl turned her wrist and flexibly flipped the dice cup in her hand, with such a skillful appearance, it seemed that this set of smooth movements was just a routine for her.

Finally, with a snap, the sound of the dice stopped falling, and Qin Qing's indifferent but elegant voice sounded slowly, "This is what you want, a pillar of support."