Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"Who to call?"

Qiao Surong had just hung up the phone and was in a daze when Meng Zhiling walked down the stairs.

"No, it's just some trouble at the company." Qiao Surong immediately shook his head and stepped forward to hold Meng Zhiling's hand. In fact, because of the vitality injected by Qiao Surong and the protection and recuperation of the relics, she has almost recovered during this period. She can even mobilize the energy in her body. However, her body has not fully recovered and her chest still hurts from time to time.

The main reason why she was able to recover so well and so quickly was thanks to Qiao Surong. Although he secretly treated Meng Zhiling's injuries every night while she was asleep, for a "killer" who was highly vigilant and had a light sleep, how could she not know his efforts?

While she was touched, her heart was also warm, but she did not want to expose him on the spot. Meng Zhiling silently kept this touching and affection in her heart. There was a long way to go, and she believed that she would have many opportunities to slowly give back.

"Then go ahead. I'm almost well now. At least I can protect myself well." Meng Zhiling blinked and ran to the kitchen where the fragrance was wafting.

At first glance, she saw the milk toast he had prepared, and her favorite fancy fried eggs that he had fried himself. Every time she had breakfast, she felt extremely happy.

"Okay, I have to go out this afternoon. You just stay at home and don't go anywhere. Do you hear me?" Qiao Surong looked at her lovingly as she ate the breakfast he made, and warned her in a threatening and commanding tone.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're getting more and more nagging as you get older. I can't stand it anymore." Meng Zhiling waved her hand casually, not taking Qiao Surong seriously at all.

"Who are you saying is old?" Qiao Surong put down the milk with a loud bang, his face darkening, and stared at Meng Zhiling intently.

"You're so much older than me, aren't you old? I'm only nineteen, how about you?"

"Twenty-eight!"

Qiao Surong had a dark face, but still answered her question honestly.

"Look, you say you're not old, but you're so much older than me. Aren't you old enough? Jersey!" Meng Zhiling looked at Qiao Surong with contempt and disgust, which made Qiao Surong want to chop her up.

"So you don't like older men? If you can accept me, it means I have reached the upper limit of your acceptable age?" Qiao Surong thought again and didn't look angry at all. Instead, he was amused by his own thoughts and guesses. If that's the case, Master Ming San... hehehe, just wait to be abused.

"Is that the truth?" Meng Zhiling asked with her head shrunk.

"Speak!" Qiao Surong always felt that Meng Zhiling's expression seemed as if he had fallen into a big pit without knowing it.

"I dare say I actually feel a little disgusted with your age!" Meng Zhiling buried her head, chewing the toast frantically, and said in an extremely weak voice.

But how could Qiao Surong, who was sitting opposite her, not have heard it? He stood up angrily, and scared Meng Zhiling so much that she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Ah..." In a second, with a scream, Meng Zhiling was picked up by Qiao Surong and forced Meng Zhiling to look at him in the face with a fierce look.

"Are you full?" Qiao Surong suddenly changed his tone and asked very gently.

"Yeah, I'm full." Meng Zhiling was a little slow to react and couldn't keep up with his thinking rhythm, so she nodded stupidly, not knowing that she had already fallen into the "trap" he set.

"What if I'm not full yet?" Qiao Surong raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Zhiling with a worried look.

"Then eat it!" Meng Zhiling stared at him, and the next sentence was, "Why are you holding me?"

"That's right. I was planning to do that. It's a good opportunity for you to see that your A Jersey is not old at all. He is in his prime, with a healthy waist, kidneys and body!" Qiao Surong said in an angry tone, without stopping his steps, and strode towards the sofa in the living room.

"What are you going to do?" Meng Zhiling stared at Qiao Surong blankly. She had already been amused by his last words, "My waist, kidneys and body are in good health." She suddenly felt a little expectant, but was immediately defeated by her own reason!

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Qiao Surong gently put her on the sofa and stretched out his hand. Meng Zhiling's body shrank, but to her surprise, he was just using his fingers to wipe the milk stains from the corners of his mouth.

But then she put his index finger in her mouth and licked it. The sexy action was full of love and lust, which made Meng Zhiling's face turn red, her heart beat faster, and she covered her chest, fearing that her heart would jump out of her throat.

"Meng Meng, I miss you so much." Qiao Surong then spoke in Meng Zhiling's ear in a charming low voice, and deliberately blew his breath into her ear, causing her body to tremble.

Meng Zhiling was so scared that she pushed hard, thinking that she could push Qiao Surong away. However, she didn't expect that he was like a piece of taffy and couldn't be moved at all. In addition, her physical strength had not fully recovered, so she was no "opponent" of his at all.

The hand that was originally trying to push him away ended up falling into his big hand. As they looked at each other, the oxygen in the air seemed to suddenly decrease, and their tight breathing became faster and faster. Finally, Qiao Surong's thin and sexy lips fell on Meng Zhiling's small mouth, rolling and lingering.

Slowly, Meng Zhiling also closed her eyes and slowly tried to respond to him, to please him, and to enjoy it.

Feeling Meng Zhiling's response, Qiao Surong held her even tighter, and the kiss gradually deepened, until both of them were extremely emotional, until both of them had difficulty breathing, until both of them were blushing.

"Meng Meng, are you ready?" Unable to control his emotions, Qiao Surong finally chose to ask and respect Meng Zhiling's opinion. He didn't want her to resent him and wanted to give her a wonderful first time.

"Hmm!" Meng Zhiling looked at Qiao Surong in a daze and murmured softly. Her voice was so soft that she almost became intoxicated by it.

Next, it was time for Qiao Surong to officially show off his strong waist, kidneys and good health. For the first time, he felt that the sofa in Meng Zhiling's house was wide and soft enough!

In the afternoon, at Shuntong Club, Ming Yi was already waiting there as promised, and Qiao Surong reluctantly told Meng Zhiling not to go out before slowly driving the car here.

But he forgot that Meng Zhiling was not someone who would listen to other people's orders. Even if that person was him, she would still arrogantly ignore him. According to her words, why should you take it seriously? Just keep it in your heart.

"It seems that Mr. Ming San has been waiting for a long time. I'm so sorry." Qiao Surong was in a good mood and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Ming Yi in friendship.

Don't ask Mr. Qiao why he's in such a good mood today. Nonsense, how can a man who just slept with his girlfriend be in a bad mood? Thinking of his girlfriend's submissive look, which man wouldn't be secretly happy?

In addition, Meng Zhiling clearly stated that she would never fall in love with a man older than herself, so there is no hope for that old man Ming Yi at all. He has already lost at the starting line without realizing it. How could the handsome and tall Mr. Qiao not be in a good mood?

In fact, Ming Yi is not old. He is just a few years older than Qiao Surong. He has just turned 35 and looks like a successful and promising young man in his thirties. He is the dream object of many infatuated girls and the golden boy in the eyes of many older single women.

"I didn't wait long, I'm just not used to being late." Ming Yi glanced at his watch casually and tactfully expressed his dissatisfaction with the fact that Qiao Surong was late.

How could Qiao Surong not know what he meant, but he just had the ability to play dumb. If he hadn't been late on purpose, he might not have been as happy as he was now.

"That's really a bad habit. I'm used to being late." Qiao Surong raised his eyebrows, not taking Ming Yi seriously at all. He sat casually opposite him and asked the waiter to order a cup of his favorite latte.

"Mr. Qiao, can we talk business now?" While waiting for the waiter to bring all the tea and snacks, Ming Yi frowned and looked at Qiao Surong with hostility, and his tone of voice became serious.

"What? I thought we were talking about serious matters right from the start. For example, you are used to being late, and I like being late. This shows that our values ​​and life habits are completely different. So, Mr. Ming San, we are simply not suitable for each other!" Qiao Surong took a sip of coffee and spoke slowly, at this time showing his eloquent tongue and ability to chat.

"Puff..." Ming Yi had just picked up the tea in his hand, but fortunately he hadn't taken a sip yet, otherwise he would have really lost his composure.

"Well, Mr. Qiao, this is not the reason why I asked you to come here today. I think I have made it very clear on the phone. I want to talk to you about Miss Meng." Ming Yi explained hurriedly. Damn it, it was all because of his military advisor who spread the rumor a few years ago that he didn't like women, and now a grown man has misunderstood him.

"Miss Meng? Which Miss Meng?" Qiao Surong continued to play dumb.

"Meng Zhiling!" Ming Yi looked at the ruffian-looking boy in front of him and wanted to beat him up. He really didn't know that Meng Zhiling's eyesight was not very good and she would like such a ruffian.

"Oh, you are talking about my fiancée. Why? Mr. Ming San knows my fiancée?" Qiao Surong returned to his serious look and deliberately emphasized the word fiancée.

"Fiancée, when? I remember your fiancée wasn't the eldest daughter of the Wu family?" Ming Yi frowned, looking puzzled. It seemed that someone was spreading rumors, and even Ming Yi knew that Wu Xiwen was his fiancée.

"Wu family? Which Wu family? These days, don't you know there's a popular term called 'national something'? It seems I'm honored to be the national fiancé!" Qiao Surong said with a gloomy face, already thinking about how to deal with the aftermath of the Wu family.

"I don't care how charming you are or whether you are a national hero or not. In short, you and Meng Zhiling will never be together. Even God won't tolerate that!" Ming Yi didn't get angry. Anyway, he knew that Qiao Surong was notoriously shameless in the circle, and his methods behind the scenes were also notoriously swift and decisive. So he had no choice but to ignore his topic and directly bring out the incident he wanted to express.