its 242: Zhang Ling's decision

(I'm sorry! I suddenly found that there were two 217 chapters in my manuscript. I was surprised to find that when I ranked the chapters, I got the serial number wrong! So I'm very sorry for missing the content of one chapter! Now in Chapter 217, the content of the less chapter has been replenished, which has affected the continuity of everyone's reading. I'm really sorry!)

Gong Ping sat calmly in **, and his sleepless night had some impact on him. For example, his eyes were a little gloomy, and he looked a little haggard and listless. This kind of external image made luck mistakenly think that his struggle this night was finally a failure.

"Are you back?" Looking up at Yun, Gong smiled indifferently. From that smile, Yun saw a kind of confidentness with a little pride. It looked down at its body without any obvious color change, so it knew that Gong Ping might have succeeded.

"That..." It asked tentatively, "How's the crazy experiment you did last night...?"

"Is that what you said?" Gong smiled insipidly. In that gentle smile, a black fog suddenly surged from behind him and turned into a two-meter-high doom monster. The monster with a pair of huge arms and a pair of small arms with two faces on his head was naturally the doom created by Gong Ping. When I saw this bad luck, I couldn't help but turn into the image of Gong Ping.

"It's really interesting to suddenly see another self." Gong Ping looked at the luck and shook his head with a smile.

"Angry and hatred for a moment..." Yun looked at the color that had just surged up and retreated quickly, and looked at Gong Ping in surprise: "You can have such a great hatred for yourself in an instant, create such a strong murderous intention, and in an instant... No, if the murderous intention disappears, then Luck should also be..."

"I've been doing this kind of exercise all night." Gong Ping stood up and walked slowly to the mirror, looking at the tall doom behind him. Now I can silently hate myself in the deepest part of my consciousness, so this emotion will not change in you, but it can maintain the existence of doom forever.

With that, he turned his hand and pulled off the bad luck behind him with just a force. After taking it in front of him and looking at it for a while, he casually swept it out with his hand. The bad luck flew into the air, and soon after, it screamed and dissipated.

"It's terrible..." Yun slowly shook his head. "Have you been secretly hating yourself in the bottom of your heart and secretly releasing murderous intent on yourself? This is terrible..."

"It doesn't matter." Gong smiled faintly, slowly walked to the desk, picked up the pen and paper, wrote on the paper, "We didn't sleep late, make up for sleep during the day, please don't disturb, thank you", then came to the door, opened the door, pasted the paper outside the door, then closed the door and went back to the bed, and fell on **. It's very tiring this night. It's true. Well, I'm going to have a rest. Do whatever you want. The computer is on the desk. You can already materialize it, and you can..."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and fell asleep like this.

"I'm not afraid of catching a cold." Yun sighed and flew over. After materializing, he covered him with a quilt. Floating in the air and looking at Gong Ping's fake fake face, it couldn't help sighing sadly: "To be honest, I don't like this face. Gong Ping, you go on like this... It's too dangerous. I can't imagine that under this subconscious of hatred for yourself, you will live happily and safely, but..."

sighed again. It knew that it did not have the right to make too many decisions, and it could only silently guard Gong Ping. It is luck, not life.

In the morning, Zhang Ling came to the living room with a complicated mood and walked to the door of Gong Ping's room. She had already made breakfast and wanted to ask Gong Ping to come to eat. At the same time, she persuaded him not to move out of here. When she came to the door, she saw the extremely eye-catching paper at a glance. After looking at it for a long time, she slowly nodded and smiled, "Okay, at least you won't leave today..."

He turned around and came to the kitchen. After sitting at the table and eating something, Zhang Ling returned to the room. First, he found the pen and paper, wrote a text message, and then used the mirror for a long time to do the woman's daily business. Then he went to the wardrobe to find a suitable set of clothes. After changing, he went out of the room with a small bag and closed the door. After that, I posted the text message on the door. She left home and closed the door. She took the elevator all the way to the downstairs of the apartment. After walking out of the door, she looked back at her home on the thirteenth floor and smiled: "It's safest to stay here. Mr. Jingtian, I won't let you leave."

She stopped a taxi. She took a car to the city and went to the major shopping malls. When it was almost noon, she got into a taxi again and directly reported the name of a site of the Fengjiabang. More than ten minutes later, the car arrived there. It is a three-story hotel called Hanhuang Hotel. The owner of the hotel is surnamed Zheng and his name is Zheng Chengzhong. He is one of the big brothers of the Feng family who is responsible for monitoring the movements of other major gangs, government officials and police departments in Yaosu City. Similar to the Hua Fengyou of the Tang family.

When she came to the front desk of the hotel, the receptionist greeted her with a smile: "Hello, excuse me..." Zhang Ling waved her hand before she finished asking: "I'm not a diner. I have something to do with Zheng Chengzhong."

"I'm sorry..." Miss Yingbin was stunned for a moment and immediately smiled and said, "Boss Zheng..."

"Don't tell me you're not here." Zhang Ling shook his head, "Where's Zhang Daquan? Call that boy out, and he knows how to greet me.

Hearing Zhang Ling report the name under Zheng Cheng's loyal abdomen, the receptionist did not dare to refuse her casually. After politely asking Zhang Ling to wait for a moment, she immediately picked up the phone and pressed the internal number.

Zhang Ling went to the chair by the window of the hall and sat down, waiting in no hurry at all. Before long, a man in a black leather coat, accompanied by two younger brothers, came down from the upstairs and came to the front hall. Before the welcome lady came to explain, he saw Zhang Ling sitting by the window at a glance. After being stunned, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Who do I think I am? Isn't this Miss Zhang? What's blowing you here? What, haven't you had lunch yet? It's my treat!"

"Do not do this." Zhang Ling looked at the man and smiled faintly: "Zhang Daquan, it's hard to see you, isn't it?"

"No, no." Zhang Daquan smiled and said, "I drank too much last night, and I'm still sleeping. Is Miss Zhang going to see our eldest brother? What's the matter? Can you tell me first?"

"It's also true. I didn't expect to see a big brother-level figure." Zhang Ling sighed, and Zhang Daquan hurriedly smiled and said, "Look at what you said. Isn't the eldest brother drunk?"

"To tell the truth." Zhang Ling stood up, looked at Zhang Daquan, and shook his head helplessly: "It's really because there is no food to eat, so I came to find your eldest brother."

"It's easy to do." Zhang Daquan smiled and said, "I won't talk about it. It's my treat..."

"It's not a matter of a meal." Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "It's a lifelong eating problem."

"Ah?" Of course, Zhang Daquan's mind is not bad. He fully understands what Zhang Ling means, but he is very slippery. He often likes to pretend to understand and pretend to be confused. This habit is actually a good weapon, which often makes his opponents relax their vigilance and eventually lose to him. Zhang Ling was fully aware of this, so she didn't explain much. She just stared at him: "What's the matter now that you don't want to help?"

"No, that's not what I mean." Zhang Daquan waved his hand in a hurry. Zhang Ling is the Dong family, who used to be the head of the power of the Su underworld. Xu Zifeng, the most important big brother, knows that Zhang Ling's ability is also recognized as excellence by all the high-level gangsters. Zhang Daquan also understands the significance of his confusion in front of this shrewd man. No, so he simply put away the fool's face and said with a smile, "If Miss Zhang is willing to come to us, personally, of course, it's great to ask for it, but our eldest brother has to decide on this matter. Now..."

"Brother Daquan, this is not right." Zhang Ling sighed first, and then smiled. Brother Zifeng went far away from home, and the Dong family also collapsed. Now I have no relatives and no reliable friends. I can only come to Brother Zheng's side to beg for food. Brother Daquan looks at my girl's house and comes here to beg for food regardless of face. Isn't it good to refuse me like this?

"No, no." Zhang Daquan shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't mean that..."

"Then take me to see Brother Zheng." Zhang Ling giggled and said, "I know he's not drunk. He's just scolded by Boss Feng. Now he's getting angry. Take me there quickly. Brother Zheng has my helper, so he doesn't have to be scolded by Boss Feng anymore. Besides, you are Brother Zheng's cousin, and I can't steal your limelight in front of him, can I?

"This..." Zhang Daquan looked at Zhang Ling and couldn't help thinking, "This woman is too simple. In the past, the Dong family was powerful, and she was not very powerful. It's not surprising that she knew that my brother was scolded, but now she is just alone. The information is still so well-informed. It's not simple. It's really not simple. I'm afraid I don't need such a talent. Boss Feng will not let go in the future. It's better..."

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "This is easy to say, this is easy to say." Then he whispered, "I don't hide it from you. It's really the same as what you said. My brother was scolded by Boss Feng for a long time last night, saying that even the Miao family abandoned their territory and went to the Tang family. He couldn't investigate it in time, so... Miss Zhang understands more. He is really in a bad mood."

"I understand." Zhang Ling smiled slightly, and Zhang Daquan also grinned: "Hang live understanding! Let's go. I'll take you there." With that, he stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and then led Zhang Ling all the way upstairs.

All the way to a large room inside the top floor, Zhang Daquan reached out and knocked on the door and said loudly, "Brother, can you come in?"

"What's the matter?" Zheng Chengzhong's roar came from inside, "I won't be quiet for a while?" You want me to die, don't you? Isn't it?"

"Oc's it, okay, don't be so angry." Zhang Daquan frowned and roared at home. He grew up with Zheng Chengzhong, and their relationship is the same as that of his own brothers, so unlike other subordinates, he can completely ignore the majesty of his eldest brother. I'm in. There are ladies following me. Pay attention to your image.

After saying that, he turned his head and smiled at Zhang Ling, pushed the door and walked in.