43 Canst be Cultivated? Dust off Dan! (1/2)

Money, one million, for Qin Feng, a master of billionaire, is not a big deal.

The one million that he left for the Nangong Yiren was purely out of pity, and the unique identity of the Nangong Yiren.

Holy lady.

Although Qin Feng is not a good gentleman, he will never be a beast to use the Nangong Yiren as a furnace for himself to practice.

But no matter how this woman to stay at his side, will undoubtedly have great use in the future, this is an omen of Qin Feng.

Ferrari galloped on the street.

Qin Feng sent a message to Zuo Yingjie. The content of the information is straightforward. Whatever it takes, help him to lock at Wei Hai.

Qin Yu is the chairman of the group, and certainly will not run, but this Wei Hai may slip.

After all, the previous Sun Yi is an example. If it was just happened to be met by himself, this Sun Yi ran away.

Thinking of Qin Yu, Qin Feng's eyes, with a touch of cold.

Presumably this time, his own uncle should be like an ant on a hot pot, anxious.

At this time, the phone ringing.

It is a strange number.

Qin Feng frowned slightly and then connected.

”Is, is this Qin Feng?”

The voice at the other end of the phone is conscientious, for fear of the wrong number.

After listening to this voice, he knew it was Nangong Yiren. Looking back, when he first sent her home, he did give her his phone number.

”Yes.”

Qin Feng's mobile phone is on speaker.

”That money...”

”For you.”

Before the completion of Nangong Yiren, Qin Feng said with a smile.

”No, I can't take your money. Moreover, it's not a small amount.”

Nangong Yiren's voice is very firm. For her, one million is the first time in her life.

”Who said you just take it for nothing?”

Qin Feng looked at the scene outside the windshield, and the car stopped at a traffic light.

”You don't need to be a model. I'll find you a new job in a few days. The money will be regarded as the salary in advance.”

”What?” What job? ”

Nangong Yiren was a little surprised. She didn't expect QinFeng to find a job for herself.

”You'll know what kind of work you'll have. Use the money first and buy yourself something good. Don't worry about your brother. I'll treat him again in a couple of days, and he'll be cured.”

With that, the other end of the phone fell into silence.

But between the vague...He can hear the sound of sobbing.

Nangong Yiren, since her parents died three years ago, she and her younger brother have been left alone. At that time, a weak girl of eighteen was forced to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother.

Then came another catastrophe. Her brother had leukemia. She even dropped out of college and kept earning money just to continue her brother's life.

She is also a girl, a beauty, loves to play, has a heart that is yearning for being cared for and loved.

In this indulgent society, never...No one, like Qin Feng, really cared about her and took care of her.

”Thank you.”

The voice of the Nangong Yiren came.

”Nothing, not a big deal.”

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he hanged the phone.

Thinking of the Nangong Yiren, Qin Feng thought of a thing but can not help but feel funny.

He himself saw Nangong Yiren three times, each time acting as an escort, indeed as expected as recorded in Sun Wukong's inheritance.

The Holy Lady is often a woman with a gorgeous appearance, which is extremely attractive to men.