The God[Quick Transmigration]

If Biandu, the largest city in China, has the greatest reputation, it won’t be the embassy in China with flags of different colors on the most prosperous long street, or the enchanting and charming leading singer in the “night” Well, it won't be the vicious patrol inspector... but the owner of the Feng Mansion who can cover the sky with one hand in the ten-mile foreign market——

Seal dry.

Feng Gan is a legend who stood up in the Shili foreign market. It is a figure that people in Biandu are amazed at but have mixed praises after they are full of tea and dinner.

The land in Biandu is very expensive, but it is a pity that every inch of Huaguo's land here has a tainted brand, and this place is a forbidden zone for the warlords and government of Huaguo——

A character who can stand firm here and even turn the clouds upside down... The fools on the street know that Fenggan is not a clean background.

Naturally, those patriots/people with lofty ideals who stopped the car coming out of Feng Mansion and cursed "traitor/country/thief" were indispensable.

In troubled times, human life on the land of Huaguo is as despised as mustard grass. On the three-acre land in Biandu, a seal or wave of one's hand can blow away a human life.

He didn't do that—

"Could it be that he can respect the corporals like the gentlemen in ancient times?"

The outsider who was listening to the story at the roadside tea shop looked at the middle-aged man who spoke with a look of "you must be lying to me".

The middle-aged man glanced over, looked him up and down, and smiled coldly: "Do you think you can hold all the power in the Shili Foreign Market in your hands, and it's all done by eating fast, reciting Buddha, and doing charity?" He turned his face away at one sentence, as if he was too lazy to bother with this idiot, and continued to say emotionally: "These people, if they fall into the hands of Boss Feng, they will all be sent to the front line—this is terrible. It’s really benevolent—if you want me to say, Boss Feng’s hand is really high-handed, killing without blood—at least, the blood is not stained on his own knife."

It's just that the outsider who just spoke next to him couldn't help but leaned forward again: "I hear what you mean... Whose hands have some of these fallen into?"

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the circle of people who had gathered at the table seemed to drop suddenly, and those in the outer circle even glanced at him with cold expressions, turned around and left.

Those gazes baffled the foreigner, but he also felt that everyone's gazes were complicated... It seemed to be somewhere between fear and loathing, except that the former was deeper and deeper.

When the outsider came back to his senses, the middle-aged man who was the first to speak all settled his bill, turned and left.

The outsider was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased outside, and after running for half a street, he caught up with the middle-aged man: "—Brother...hey, why don't you just leave after talking—you told me another person who is more familiar with you than me!" What's even more powerful is that—"

The middle-aged man's unkind face turned even greener, and he lowered his voice and dragged him aside: "You bastard, are you looking for death?...Everyone took it as a joke, why are you so troublesome?" What about your son—with such an ignorant temper, go where you came from and go back as soon as possible, so as not to die in a foreign land, your family will miss it!"

The outsider didn't think the middle-aged man's speech was ugly, so he just pestered him with a shy face: "Brother, just tell me, I have this problem, half of what I say will make me feel uncomfortable for a long time..."

The middle-aged man was also helpless, thinking that today is an unlucky day and he shouldn't go out, but he was also afraid that this person would cause trouble for himself if he yelled again, so he lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "That master Not necessarily better than Boss Feng, but he has such a nickname—Ghost Army Master, also called Sly Army Master; he wears an evil ghost mask all day long, and I heard that his appearance is even more terrifying...It can stop children from crying at night. Do things He is vicious and vicious, even Boss Feng's subordinates say he has "three nos"..."

"...Shameless, not hesitating, not human."

Close the mansion, study.

A handsome man with waist-length hair curled up on one side of the room on a Western-style bed that is incompatible with the rigorous and scholarly atmosphere of the room. The white turtleneck sweater, which is rarely seen in Biandu in this era, wraps the man's curves. The beautiful waist caught the eyes of several people who walked in the moment the study door was pushed open.

On the center line that several people let out unconsciously, a man in a black stand-up collar similar to a military uniform walked in, frowned and looked at them: "Stand here—"

Out of the corner of his gaze, he has already landed on the person who was disturbed and murmured silently on the bed.

At this time, several people standing next to the man looked at each other at the same time - it's not that they haven't held a meeting in the study room of the closed mansion before, but every time they face a piece of paper that doesn't match the boss's style at all. No matter how curious they were about the Western-style bed, they dared not ask a question—unexpectedly, this time, they directly hit their noses.

It has long been guessed that the boss who has never been married has a pet in the mansion, and these people want to retire out of wit.

"You wait."

But before they could even open their mouths, the boss had already dropped his words and walked towards the bed.

A few people sighed secretly, wondering if the unlucky one today would be this little darling who didn't know the current affairs and showed himself, or their innocent subordinates who were implicated?

The man had already walked to the couch, and stroked the curled up man's neck a few times with his lower hand: "Shen... Sheng, get up."

The men who hung their heads down as if they had nothing to do with them, actually pricked up their ears to get the news, looked at each other, and they all saw the same doubts on the faces of others——

...Shen Sheng?Why haven't they heard of a lady in Biandu who came back from abroad named such a name?

So when the person on the bed muttered a few words on the bed and turned around with eyes blindfolded, the people at the door stood there dumbfounded as if they had been struck by lightning.

There is only one word that can express their feelings——

Standing at the front, Lin Xiangcheng, who has always been outspoken, almost popped his eyes——

"Fuck - a man?!!"

The other few were not much better, they all stared dumbfounded... Even if this era is forced to be more open-minded-even if the person who woke up on the bed is really good-looking-but no matter how good-looking it is Man isn't it? !

If Marshal Tang found out that they took care of his youngest son who was "worthy of a country" and put him on a male prostitute named after an actor...

Several big and three rough men shivered in unison.

The people who had just woken up were awakened by Lin Xiangcheng's roar in a daze. They moved their eyes and saw the person standing at the door. They couldn't help being startled for a moment, and then looked at the man standing by the bed with complicated emotions.

The man showed no obvious emotion: "They will always know."

The words were completely distorted when they reached the ears of those at the door—Lin Xiangcheng's eyes widened in disbelief, trying to find some comfort from his colleagues—

Did he hear wrong just now? !The orthodox background of the Tang family—even if he was reduced to the ten-mile foreign market in Biandu and became an uncrowned king who didn’t look very nice—he was also a young marshal who had drank foreign ink for many years and had never made a mistake in his etiquette! ——How could you say such shameless words? !

However, the expressions of the rest of them were no better than theirs.

So when the person on the bed straightened his long legs and got out of the bed, biting the hair tie to tie up his long black hair, and walking in front of them with a half-smile, the expressions on the faces of several people were still very vivid. .

"Only this adaptability..." The young man who looked more and more beautiful when he looked closer gave a slight snort, then turned his eyes to glance at the man who was still standing by the bed, "I don't know how you survived until now."

Lin Xiangcheng is probably the most nervous among these people around Feng Gan, and when he heard this, he couldn't care less about the strange familiarity that flashed through his mind, and immediately exploded: "——What did you say, little boy?! ——Du Feng, don't pull me! Do you hear what he said?! ——I have to teach this kid a lesson today!"

"... Finished?"

The young man who looked like a weak and scholarly man hooked his bright red lips and smiled coldly. The coldness in his eyes made Lin Xiangcheng's heart tremble inexplicably, and then he was slightly aware of the other people. But under the unbelievable attention, he opened his mouth unhurriedly: "...I said it a long time ago, Fatty Lin. ——You are the one under Feng Gan, the one who lacks the most brains and therefore the most lack of practice. ...This month, the team you lead will have [-] kilometers of additional training on the school field, thank you."

After finishing speaking, the young man tossed his long hair, and at some point put the devil's mask in his hand on his face.

A moment later, there was a mournful howl in the closed mansion——

"-Yan Wang, I really didn't recognize you--!!!"

The author has something to say: Is this the second watch? Cover your face