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    Ambitious and self-employed X warlord [9]

    Small western-style building.

    Qi Zhen picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

    He was half-leaning on the couch, wearing a half-opened shirt with a wide collar, revealing a touch of smooth skin.

    Between the delicate collarbones, a jade pendant hangs, dripping with green color.

    His legs were stretched out, and a pretty beauty in a dress was lying beside his feet, looking at him with fascination, and tapping his calf with gentle water-like hands to relieve his fatigue.

    Qi Zhen turned over a page of the book and listened to Wang Yuan’s report on recent affairs.

    When he mentioned Qi Heng, he paused slightly while turning the pages of the book.

    The delicate white fingertips stayed on the page, caressing it vaguely, like a lover’s caress.

    “Run away?”

    Wang Yuan lowered his eyes.

    Qi Zhen sneered, closed the page, and stood up from the couch.

    Seeing this, the beauty hurriedly leaned over to put on his shoes.

    Qi Zhen brushed her away, put on her shoes and went to the ground.

    The beauty felt a little aggrieved for no reason, but she didn’t dare to say anything, so she could only stand aside and scan him with her eyes.

    Qi Zhen looked at it as if there was nothing.

    After summoning Wang Yuan and asking him to explain the matter from beginning to end in her ears, Qi Zhen calmed down.

    “Interesting,” he put down the book and buttoned up his collar slowly, “my good fifth brother really lived up to my expectations.”

    Qi Zhen Xiao’s mother and Qi Heng Xiao’s father are both the children of their aunt. The only difference is that Qi Heng’s mother is still alive, but his mother has died a long time ago.

    Qi Zhen and Qi Heng have the same father and mother, and their facial features are somewhat similar. However, Qi Zhen’s mother was originally a famous actress in a pear garden.

    When she was alive, she was Marshal Qi’s favorite.

    Qi Zhen pushed back her hanging hair, her dark eyebrows were bright and her eyes were filled with stars. She smiled without saying a word, but she smiled so wickedly and wantonly that it sent chills down the spine.

    He is the youngest of the nine sons of the Qi family, the most favored, the most handsome, and the most vicious.

    But Qi Zhen has always understood that the so-called favor is just an appearance.

    Marshal Qi has a wife, six concubines, five sons, and four daughters.

    The legitimate son, their ‘eldest brother’, died at the age of eight.

    From then on, Mrs. Qi led her to practice Buddhism and did not care about the affairs of the government.

    There were four sons left, two of whom died of stupidity and their greed.

    Of course, both he and Qi Heng were behind it.

    Marshal Qi knew everything well, but there could only be one Marshal. He allowed such competition and allowed them to kill each other.

    On the surface, he, Qi Zhen, was the most favored. He was ruthless and ruthless at a young age. Not only did Marshal Qi not hold back, he actually supported him.

    In comparison, Qi Heng is quite satisfactory.

    He is upright, kind, respects his elders and protects his younger siblings. Although he is not outstanding, he is not as disgusted as Qi Zhen.

    Qi Zhen hated him.

    I hate his hypocrisy and his damn calm face.

    He hated his cowardly mother and Marshal Qi who was partial to protecting him.

    Don’t think that he is really stupid. The reason why Marshal Qi indulges him is just to block Qi Heng’s knife.Marshal Qi had already made his choice, and he just thought that Qi Zhen didn’t know about it from beginning to end.

    This whole family is disgusting.

    Qi Zhen put on her coat and waved to the frowning beauty.

    The beauty immediately swept away her worries, stepped forward in small steps, stretched out her hand with a shy face, and straightened the wrinkles on Qi Zhen’s clothes.

    Qi Zhen held her hand and gently lifted her chin: “She is becoming more and more beautiful.”

    As he spoke, his fingertips stroked the beauty’s face and rested on her temples, “What a pity.”

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