Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

As soon as she entered the box, she smelled a pungent smell of alcohol entering her nostrils, and Meng Zhiling couldn't help but frown.

"Thank you, Yiru." Meng Zhiling said thank you to the young man beside her, then walked towards Qiao Surong who was still drinking from the bottle, snatched the bottle of white wine which was still half full in his hand, met his angry eyes, and glared back fiercely.

"Mengmeng, why are you here?" Qiao Surong stood up quickly, like a child who had done something bad and was discovered by his parents. He immediately wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his hand, but he couldn't wipe off the annoying smell.

"Okay, stop wiping it. If you're afraid that I'll find out, why do you come here to drink? Aren't you asking for trouble?" Meng Zhiling snorted coldly. Looking at his scared look, she felt both angry and amused.

"Hehe, I was waiting for you at home for so long, but you didn't come back. Then I found out that you went out to eat with another man, so I got angry and jealous, and then I came here to get drunk." Qiao Surong is the type of person who blushes after drinking a little bit of alcohol, but he is the type who doesn't get drunk easily.

Meng Zhiling looked at the empty bottle on the table and knew that even if this guy wasn't drunk, he wasn't very sober. Didn't he know how many enemies he had? Didn't he know how to lower his guard?

"Come on, you wouldn't be like this even if I ran away with another man. Stop embarrassing yourself here and let's go back." Meng Zhiling rolled her eyes, squatted down, and said patiently, then picked up his arm and put it on her shoulder, intending to carry him back.

If there is a similar situation next time, she swears that she will use "teleportation" to kick him back.

"Meng Meng, I won't allow you to run away with someone else. If that day really comes, I definitely won't do that, because I will kill that man first, and then you, and then myself."

Qiao Surong nestled in the crook of Meng Zhiling's neck and murmured. Although he was talking drunkenly, his tone was very serious and solemn.

Meng Zhiling raised the corners of her mouth. She knew that what he said was true. She knew that this was not just a joke. She had also heard about his cruelty, but she had never intended to leave him, because she liked the domineering Qiao Surong, the unreasonable Qiao Surong, the Qiao Surong who made her love and anger.

"Haha, idiot!" Meng Zhiling's gentle complaint sounded more touching to Qiao Surong than any love words. In addition, as he had been nestling in her neck and smelling her unique body and hair fragrance, the drunkenness disappeared instantly, and his whole body felt light and floating, as romantic as if he was in a sea of ​​fragrant flowers.

"Mengmeng, can you be faster?" Qiao Surong's face flushed and his breathing became heavier.

"What's wrong?" Meng Zhiling looked at him in pain and immediately became worried.

"Hurry up, I'm drunk. My mind is full of what we did yesterday on the sofa, in the bedroom, and in the bathroom. What should I do?" Qiao Surong looked at Meng Zhiling with an innocent look. His deep eyes had never been so drunken at this moment.

Meng Zhiling glared at him fiercely. This man must have been a demon in his previous life. Just a few words and a glance could make her so fascinated. He was simply a demon.

The hand on his waist exerted force fiercely, and Qiao Surong groaned in pain. Instantly, pain attacked his whole body, and the thought just now was strangled in the cradle. He could only curse in his heart: Cruel girl!

It was already midnight when he got home. Under the coercion and inducement of Meng Zhiling, Qiao Surong had fallen asleep in the car on the way home. Until going upstairs, Meng Zhiling was very quiet and did not disturb him at all.

However, when Qiao Surong woke up the next morning, he found himself sleeping on the sofa in the living room. He felt a little depressed, but when he thought of the "asshole" thing he had done last night, he had nothing to say.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, his heart moved, and then a part of his body moved. Qiao Surong lowered his head and shook his head helplessly. Men, in front of their beloved women, are animals whose bodies are more honest than their hearts.

"Meng Meng, you are so sexy!" Qiao Surong walked quietly into the kitchen, and while Meng Zhiling didn't have any dangerous props in her hands, he hugged her waist from behind and took the opportunity to take advantage of her.

"Get out!" Meng Zhiling had no choice but to stop what she was doing, and a cold word came out of her mouth. In such a fragrant kitchen, the coldness in her tone was not revealed at all, but instead had a bit of flirting meaning.

"I'm leaving. Who will help you eat all the breakfast you made?" Qiao Surong shamelessly clung to Meng Zhiling's shoulder, even more shameless than a mangy dog.

"I'll eat it. I plan to go into hibernation after this meal, is that okay?" Meng Zhiling secretly tried hard but couldn't break free from his iron-strong embrace at all.

"No!" Qiao Surong retorted without hesitation, "You're not an animal, why would you hibernate? Besides, it's only a few months now, and you're already hibernating. Aren't you afraid that I, your man, will be lonely and look for other women out there?"

No matter what she said or where she went, Qiao Surong always looked like he was hanging on Meng Zhiling's neck. He just wouldn't let go. What could you do to him?

"How about we give it a try? Isn't this exactly what you want?" Meng Zhiling said with contempt. She knew that Qiao Surong was just talking. If it really came to that, this guy would be begging her with tears.

"Meng Meng, are you really going to abandon me?" Qiao Surong was also a little upset and unhappy, mumbling. Where was the demeanor of a successful man in his thirties? He looked like a gangster.

"Okay, let's have breakfast. After breakfast, I think I'll have plenty of time to listen to you talk about yourself, your family, and your past." Meng Zhiling slapped away his hand that was slowly moving upwards from his waist, and took the opportunity to finally escape from his "clutches."

Qiao Surong was stunned, and his reflexes seemed to bounce into outer space and then bounce back.

"What? Don't you want to tell me?" Meng Zhiling pretended to be angry and looked at Qiao Surong with a resentful look.

Qiao Surong couldn't stand such a situation and immediately softened his heart. "No, it's just that most of those things are not glorious. Do you really want to know?"

It wasn't that Qiao Surong didn't want her to know about his past and family, but how could he talk about it in front of her when he had such a terrible past and family? He wasn't inferior, nor was he afraid that she would leave him after knowing it.

He simply didn't know where to start. Now that Meng Zhiling had brought it up, he didn't mind. As his lover, she had the right to know everything about him!

"If you really don't want to say it, I won't force you, but please give me a chance to know and understand you." Meng Zhiling held a knife and fork and looked at Qiao Surong seriously.

After breakfast, Qiao Surong hugged Meng Zhiling and sat on the balcony, enjoying the laziness brought by the lazy autumn sunshine.

As time goes by, the story will begin from the beginning before their eyes.

"Su Rong, if you dare to step out of this door today, you will never be a descendant of my Hua family, and you will never be able to get the protection of my Hua family. From now on, your life and death will have nothing to do with my Hua family!" Hua Jinsheng was still full of energy at that time, and the momentum of his words was enough to shake the entire Linhai City.

At that time, he was still the number one in the Chinese military, and no one could shake the status and foundation of the Hua family.

However, in fact, this is not the case, because the pinnacle of power will definitely hurt the interests of some people intentionally or unintentionally, so when others took advantage of Qiao Surong and his mother traveling alone, tragedy happened.

Because of a man-made car accident, Qiao Surong's mother died, and Qiao Surong was rescued by an unknown woman by accident and escaped from danger.

After some investigation, there was still no clue. The other party had carried out a suicide attack and had no idea where to start, so the case remained an unsolved case.

But the stubborn Qiao Surong didn't think so. He always felt that this matter was not that simple. He had already identified the murderer in his heart, but he was too young at the time and had no ability to touch them, nor did he have the ability to convince a man who didn't love his wife at all. Even if that man's wife was dead, he didn't care who the murderer was.

So there was the incident where Qiao Surong was furious and changed his surname and ran away from home. Later, he traveled around the world, learned some unknown skills, and suffered some unimaginable hardships.

However, when Qiao Surong talked about these things, he always avoided the important issues and occasionally deliberately emphasized some achievements to show off, while omitting the bitterness of the process.

"Thank you for your hard work." Meng Zhiling's eyes were already filled with tears after hearing this. She didn't dare to say that she had gone through the same difficult process as him, but at least she could say that she could understand the loneliness and hatred in his heart.

"It's nothing, actually. It's all in the past. Isn't everything good now? I'm still as awesome as ever." Qiao Surong smiled faintly and lightly kissed Meng Zhiling's furrowed brow.

"So you suspect it's Hua Yiru's mother?" Meng Zhiling didn't get her mind off his story at all, and was still immersed in the tragic case many years ago.

"No, it's not her. It's her fault that she has a father who dotes on her too much. It was her father who ordered people to do it behind the scenes. However, when I had the ability to deal with him, I solved it as soon as possible. That's why there was the first financial crisis. After all, no single country dares to compare with her father's financial resources." Although Qiao Surong was talking about the past, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth had long disappeared, and the depths of his eyes were already stained with a hint of hatred and resentment.

Meng Zhiling stretched out her hands and held Qiao Surong's trembling hands. Their eyes met, and a warm smile was enough to melt the coldness that had long been buried in Qiao Surong.