Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

The woman knelt in front of her, pleading, and seeing that Lan Simiao was unmoved and just glanced at him blankly, she started whispering sweetly to Fu Qinghe again. The woman understood instantly, stood up from the ground, grabbed Qi Ming who was still standing there in a daze, raised her hands and slapped him loudly: "It's all your fault, you unpresentable actor, you are not someone you can mess with Miss Lan, why don't you apologize to Miss Lan quickly."

Qi Ming was stunned by the two slaps and didn't expect that Fu Qinghe would find such a powerful sponsor. The eldest daughter of the Lan family, the first financial group in Songcheng, had a flash of jealousy in his eyes. Why? Why is Fu Qinghe better than him in everything?

He was kicked out of the company and almost half-banned in the circle. Why could he still become Miss Lan's person?

"Miss Lan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Please let me go, let Hong Ling go... As long as you can forgive me once, I will do anything you want." The meaning of Qi Ming's words was self-evident. He threw her several seductive glances that he thought were very handsome, and wanted to reach out to pull her, but she took a step back with disgust and disdain in her eyes.

"No, I don't want to be accused of pushing you."

Qi Ming's face was instantly embarrassed, and his raised hand froze in mid-air, not sure whether to let go or not.

"You came to beg for forgiveness, but you can't even find the right person. It seems that you, Hong Ling, really have no need to exist." Lan Simiao said lightly, and hooked Fu Qinghe's palm: "Qinghe, wait a little longer and then we will go to eat."

Fu Qinghe hummed softly, like a young wife who had suffered a great injustice. The 1.80-meter-tall man leaned his head weakly on Lan Simiao's shoulder.

The woman yelled at him, calling him an idiot, and kicked Qi Ming to the ground, "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Fu."

Qi Ming was extremely unwilling in his heart. Asking him to apologize to Fu Qinghe would be like throwing his face and self-esteem to the ground and letting Fu Qinghe step on him. However, in the current situation, he had no choice but to apologize. After a long while, he reluctantly said sorry, but his hands had already been clenched into fists with veins bulging. He felt humiliated.

"Ms. Lan, do you think you can let Hong Ling go?" The woman looked at her expectantly.

Lan Simiao raised her hand and touched Fu Qinghe's head. He straightened up obediently: "Qinghe, do you want to forgive him?"

Fu Qinghe glanced at the two of them and shook his head firmly: "No forgiveness."

In the past, Qi Ming stepped on him to get promoted and got him fired by the company. He didn't want to and didn't want to bother with them anymore. But Qi Ming wanted to snatch his Miaomiao. How could he accept that?

"I heard it." Lan Simiao took out a card and threw it on the ground: "There is 200,000 yuan in this card, enough for you to go to the hospital for a full body check-up."

After saying that, Lan Simiao took Fu Qinghe and walked away. After walking a few steps, she stopped and looked back at the two people who were fighting for the card. She smiled slightly and said, "Director Hong, if you want me to let Hong Ling go, it's not impossible."

"Ms. Xiaolan, you said, as long as you can let Hong Ling go." The woman felt there was still a little hope.

Lan Simiao pointed at Qi Ming, with a cruel smile on her face: "I want him to reveal what he did to Qing He five years ago, one by one, including the incident three years ago when he pushed Qing He into the water during the filming of Director Gong's "Sin by the Lake" and caused him to be hospitalized with a high fever. I want to see the video before midnight tonight, otherwise, Hong Ling will declare bankruptcy immediately."

"Director Hong, do you want to keep the company or keep him? Think carefully."

Lan Simiao whispered in the woman's ear, patted her shoulder, stood up, took Fu Qinghe's arm, walked into the elevator, and went to the private room she had booked.

"Qinghe, what do you want to eat? Order yourself."