How did I become a god

Chapter 1522 Asking for Opinions
For a moment, Jing Gao was a little unsure of the pulse of this girl with a perfect figure and beautiful face in front of him. However, he had been up and down in the business world and the flowers for several years, so he could handle such small occasions easily. After a moment of silence, "Qiu Yu, I need to ask about Song Yan's latest situation in America.

He studied abroad at New York University, nominally as an exchange student with Fudan University, but he could get a bachelor's degree from New York University, and the two prestigious universities recognized each other. He was very close to Feng Xuehua, a former socialite in Shanghai.

Earlier, he passed his university thesis defense, obtained permanent residence with the help of Feng Xuehua, and joined a company opened by Feng Xuehua in New York. "

Song Yan was actually under Jing Gao's control, but it was not convenient for him to tell Wang Qiuyu everything in detail.

A few days ago, Xiaomaomi came to Shanghai and organized a "concubine selection" with Xixi. Of course, this was a joke. They were selecting a few beautiful and interesting female students to accompany him to take the postgraduate entrance examination. Reviewing for the postgraduate entrance examination in the second half of the year is imperative.

The bright and lovely little cat came for the past two days. He fucked her for a long time and gave her several orgasms. Every time he saw the little cat, he had the idea of ​​having sex with her. This bright and lovely girl, her charm was very pleasing to him.

Last night, when he was taking a bath in the public bathroom on the second floor of Tomson Golf No. 11 with his beloved concubine Qingshuang and Feifei, the fair, tender and beautiful young woman, he couldn't help but think about how to deal with Song Yan's matter.

He has agreed to visit Feng Xinjian's home, where he will meet the people from the Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei families and accept their apologies and overtures. He will most likely meet Feng Xinjian's daughter, Feng Xuehua.

Song Yan is currently controlled by Feng Xuehua. After the collapse of the Song family business, his living expenses in America are basically provided by Feng Xuehua. Now, it is time to deal with Song Yan's affairs.

To make it come to an end.

But he was still hesitant, mainly because he was worried about what Kitty and Gu Xixi would think. There was a big difference between Song Yan being executed by him or being free to fall and rot in America.

"Permanent residence!" Wang Qiuyu muttered to himself, and said softly, "Boss Jing, I liked Song Yan and kept in touch with him before he went to the United States."

Seeing that she seemed a little relieved, Jing Gao wiped the water stains on his hands with a tissue and asked, "Qiu Yu, do you still like him now?"

Wang Qiuyu lowered her head slightly, with an embarrassed look on her beautiful and fair face, "I don't know, it shouldn't count!
Mr. Jing, in my 25 years of life, I have seen that almost no one is loyal to marriage and relationships. So-called love often starts with a momentary lust.

My feelings for Song Yan probably couldn't withstand the passage of time. Mr. Jing, I asked about his recent situation just to give myself an explanation, I hope you don't mind. "

This girl's conversation is quite thoughtful! She is quite mature. (Xi) Siyan, who is currently resting in the French Suite upstairs, is not as mature as her. Jing Gao couldn't help but want to chat with her for a few more words, so he smiled and waved his hand, "I don't mind. Qiuyu, do you know Kitty?"

"Kitten?"

Jing Gao smiled and patted his forehead, saying, "Oh, that's Liu Ziyu. Song Yan's real girlfriend when he was in Fudan. And Gu Xixi, Rere, do you know them?"

Wang Qiuyu felt a little strange. It was obvious that Liu Ziyu was already Mr. Jing's forbidden love. Otherwise, how could she be called a kitten? She must have been measured by Mr. Jing with a rolling pin. The boy she once loved was defeated miserably in front of Mr. Jing!

Wang Qiuyu said softly: "Mr. Jing, I know them, but I have never met them. At that time, Song Yan was studying at Fudan University, and Liu Ziyu was his girlfriend. Many of Song Yan's friends knew her at that time.

I am a friend of Song Yan in the social circle. Two years ago, I was bored in Shanghai and liked to play with sports cars, so I met Song Yan at Shanghai Supercar Club. I am two years older than Song Yan, and he would call me Sister Qiuyu. "Jing Gao said with interest: "Qiuyu, have I seen you before?" He has been to Shanghai Supercar Club. Song Yan used to be the chairman of this supercar club, and he even had a venue in Shanghai.

His meeting with Song Yan at the Shanghai Supercar Club ended in a bad mood. After he drove Song Yan to New York, he was already the major sponsor of the Supercar Club. Currently, his "friend" Zhang Hu is in charge.

He has been in Shanghai for a short time and has not yet visited the Shanghai Supercar Club. He likes the feeling of being pushed back by a car. Of course, he will never touch the death curve. He just wants to experience the feeling of a car accelerating.

He has always stayed away from dangerous extreme sports. As a wealthy man, he has plenty of good life to enjoy, but he pursues the excitement of extreme sports. Isn't that crazy?
He also asked his younger brother Zhu Yu to renovate a racing track in the capital, which was completed at the beginning of this year, but he has never had the time to run on it.

Wang Qiuyu nodded shyly, looking at Jing Gao with her beautiful eyes, she smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, we have met in person, but we have never spoken. I used to be a member of the Magic City Supercar Club. But after Song Yan left, I never went there again."

Jing Gao laughed and said, "No wonder! I felt you looked familiar when we were having lunch. It turns out we have met before. I also like sports cars. I'll invite you to go for a run together some other day when we have time."

Wang Qiuyu smiled and agreed softly, "Okay, Mr. Jing."

Of course, she felt close to a powerful and wealthy person like Mr. Jing. It was human nature to admire the strong. But she had no intention of actively making friends. She knew that many circles could not be integrated by force.

However, since Mr. Jing invited her, she would of course agree.

Jing Gao corrected him, "Qiu Yu, call me Brother Jing. Leave me your contact information."

Wang Qiuyu agreed obediently, "Brother Jing, I'll add you on WeChat." The conversation almost ended here. She gained a lot today!
She had nothing to do in the Magic City every day, and she accompanied Xiao Zhao to look at houses and give advice. She really didn't want any reward in her heart, but just wanted to ask about Song Yan's recent situation. In the end, she actually got Mr. Jing's contact information.

Jing Gao took his phone out of his trouser pocket and scanned the code for Wang Qiuyu. Wang Qiuyu walked over and operated it a few times, then smiled and said, "Brother Jing, you pass it."

Jing Gao operated his phone and asked, "Qiu Yu, is Song Yan your first love?"

"Ah..., well, kind of!" Wang Qiuyu admitted shyly. She was always a little embarrassed to talk about her own love with Mr. Jing, "I didn't have a relationship in college, and then I met Song Yan at the racetrack.

He is a very good driver. I often sit in the passenger seat of his sports car, and the excitement brought by the surge of adrenaline is fascinating. After a while, we became familiar with each other. He is a very romantic man and did not reject my affection.

As for her secret that she had to change clothes and take a shower every time she got off the passenger seat, there was no need to tell Brother Jing about it.

Jing Gao nodded slightly and asked for her opinion, "Qiuyu, what would you think if you heard that Song Yan died unexpectedly in New York? And if you heard that Song Yan was living a decadent life in New York and was dying, what would you think?"

Wang Qiuyu was stunned for a moment.

She seems to have heard some secret. How should I answer this question?
(End of this chapter)