Meng Qiaoer had already taken off her sneakers, her fair and exquisite feet were very beautiful, and the redness and swelling on her ankles was particularly eye-catching.
"Be patient."
After Zhang Yang closed the door, he walked to the bed and squatted down, gently pinching her ankle, and the Nine Yang True Fire spread to her ankle through his fingers.
The reason for doing this was to relieve her pain first. Seeing her pretty face pale, I felt very distressed.
To put it bluntly, if I hadn't asked her to come for this meal, this wouldn't have happened.
In the final analysis, it's still my fault, I just feel a little guilty thinking about this.
When his hand touched the red and swollen area, Meng Qiaoer felt a sharp pain.
Then a warm current surged in the ankle, the pain eased a lot, and the whole person relaxed.
"Hey, you are the manager of Haitian Group. What is your annual salary?"
"Not a penny."
Zhang Yang took her little foot and kneaded it gently, feeling the changes in every inch of the bones inside. He frowned and answered casually.
When she was chasing herself just now, the entire weight of her body was on this leg, so the injury was more serious than expected.
The main supporting bones have been cracked and misaligned. If you go to the hospital, even if you don't need surgery, you will be put on a plaster and recover for half a month to slowly heal.
"Their managers have annual salaries of millions, how come you don't get a penny?"
After Meng Qiaoer's pain subsided, she began to talk more and asked in surprise.
She thought to herself that even Kong Feiwen, who had just joined Haitian Group, had an annual salary of one million, and the manager Tang Ningda had an annual salary of three million, but the manager in front of her didn't have a penny in annual salary?
"Lie in bed and don't talk, otherwise you won't be able to recover from your injury for half a month." Zhang Yang threatened impatiently when he heard her startled voice.
"Huh, I'm too lazy to care about your business."
After Meng Qiaoer finished speaking angrily, she lay down on the bed to vent her dissatisfaction. The pair of bulging peaks on her chest looked fuller, steeper and trembling.
Zhang Yang sat on the edge of the bed, took one look at this graceful figure, swallowed and calmed down, pinched her broken bones hard, and used Nine Yang True Fire to heal her injuries.
Tomorrow she has to go to the crew to film a TV series, so she needs to recover completely. There is no room for sloppiness, otherwise it will be more difficult and laborious to heal after the second rupture.
Half an hour later, steam was rising from the top of his head and sweat was dripping from his forehead.
Meng Qiaoer quietly sat up, and when she saw this scene, surprise flashed in her eyes.
Then he took out a tissue from his backpack and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead...
As time passed, Zhang Yang's body was soaked with sweat and his breathing began to become rapid. The redness and swelling on Meng Qiaoer's ankles slowly disappeared.
"Okay, no problem." After more than an hour, Zhang Yang finally stopped and lay down beside her and said with a smile.
"What method did you use?"
Meng Qiaoer moved her ankle, and she no longer felt any pain. She sat up, stamped her feet, and asked excitedly.
"Qigong." Zhang Yang knew that she wouldn't understand even if he told her, so he simply used this old lie.
"If you use qigong to treat other people's diseases, you can surely make a lot of money?"
Meng Qiaoer doesn't care about Qigong, but she is very concerned about making money. It can be seen that the entertainment industry is a big vat where comparison is common, and she cannot be detached.
"What are you doing making so much money? Can't you just starve to death?" Zhang Yang was speaking from his heart.
With so much money in his bank card, he never thought of spending it frivolously, which shows that he has a very weak concept of money.
"Don't you want to marry your wife anymore? Don't you want your wife to live a good life? There are so many rich people in the world, don't you feel jealous at all? How can you be so unmotivated?"
Meng Qiaoer threw herself on the bed again, pouted on his side, thought for a moment and suddenly said: "I understand, when you gave the formula of styptic powder to the beautiful boss of Haitian Group, it was just to please her, did you plan to marry her?
She becomes my wife? And then she has both wealth and wealth?"
"Fuck, you have such a rich imagination."
Zhang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Tu Se himself couldn't deny that he thought that something was wrong with this man who had both wealth and sex on his head, as if he was a despicable person.
He continued: "If I had met you first, I would have given you this recipe, but it would be useless if you asked for it."
"Who says it's useless? Just take it and sell it. Isn't it worth hundreds of millions of Chinese coins? I wish I could have so much money. Do you have any other formulas?"
"there is none left."
Zhang Yang had the urge to bang his head against the wall, thinking that this girl was too direct, and her desire for money was completely shameless.
"Oh, what a pity."
"Do you like money that much?"
"It's not that I like it. Everyone likes money."
Meng Qiaoer spoke very resolutely, as if everyone was as money-crazed as her and continued: "Actually, I don't care about money, but everyone in China knows that I am a star. If I marry a poor man, it will definitely be very shameless.
, my family will definitely not agree."
She spoke very frankly, and her pretty face was full of confusion, which showed that she was a girl with no independent opinions.
"You mean you can't marry a poor man like me?"
"Who asked you to give the styptic powder formula to Feng Yanran? If you sell it to her, wouldn't you have the money to marry me?" Meng Qiaoer put her mouth to his ear and joked with a soft breath.
Zhang Yang felt the girl's unique body fragrance coming to his nose, and felt confused for a while. He turned sideways and faced her face to face and said, "If I said I was a rich man, would you marry me?"
The styptic powder is worth more than 100 million Chinese coins, and since I have 600 million, I can definitely marry this star girl as my wife...
"Do you have money?"
"Yes, I have!"
"Then how many do you have?" Meng Qiaoer squinted her eyes with a playful smile, obviously taking Zhang Yang's words as a joke.
"One hundred million, two hundred million... six hundred million." Zhang Yang said with a smile while clasping his fingers.
"Really?"
"Well, it's true." Zhang Yang replied without thinking.
"I think you are sick..."
Meng Qiaoer chuckled, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, and continued: "And he's still very ill."
Seeing such a curvy figure, undulating peaks, not to mention a charming face, any man will have animalistic impulses.
Zhang Yang felt his mouth was dry, so he turned over and threw himself on her delicate body. He said with a wicked smile: "Am I sick? Why do I feel normal?"
While speaking, she glanced down at her lower body. Her firm little brother was pressing against her soft belly, and a pair of bulging meat hills were pressed tightly against her chest. The feeling was incomparably wonderful.
"You are a gangster."
Meng Qiaoer's pretty face turned red, but she didn't struggle. She chuckled and continued, "You said you wouldn't touch me before you came here. Did you break your promise?"
"I touched you just now when I was treating your foot injury, and you didn't refuse either."
…
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yang's eyes were blurry, and he kissed her white pink neck desperately, and his big hands restlessly roamed her delicate body.
Meng Qiaoer still didn't struggle. Instead, she smiled coquettishly and cooperated with his actions. She propped up her body and let him take off her sweater, and untied a pair of bulging shackles.
Zhang Yang was fascinated by the two red flowers on the plump and erect fleshy mountain, and the two pink grapes on top. He opened his mouth and bit down, sucking hard...
When the two became one, this time it was a complete pleasure of mutual love. Although it was not as crazy as last time, it completely reached the peak of happiness.
…
Meng Qiao'er was like a docile kitten, clinging to his sweating chest, running her slender fingers across his chest, and sighed: "Actually, except for your lack of money, you are excellent in other aspects."
She was speaking from her heart. Although she had not met Zhang Yang many times, she felt that he was a good person after getting to know him a few times.
Although he behaves like a ruffian and a pervert, in his heart he is full of security, handsome and free-spirited, and is a real man.
"The other aspects you mentioned include just now..."
"Be serious." Meng Qiaoer stretched out her hand and twisted his arm, saying with a pretty face.
"I have always been serious, but it was you who tempted me again and again."
"You are so shameless. You got an advantage and acted like a good boy."
Meng Qiaoer wrapped her slender arms around him, hugged him tightly and continued: "But I like how shameless you are, at least you are much better than some hypocrites."
…
Zhang Yang was touched by her words, not to mention the feeling of the elastic flesh sticking to his chest was particularly exciting.
And her soft and boneless body, like a small snake, wrapped around her body, making it even more difficult to extricate herself...
"Do you know why I agreed to come to see you? Let alone come to the hotel room with you?"
After the madness, Meng Qiaoer's expression turned gloomy, she raised her pretty face, and there was a faint mist of tears in her eyes.
"Why? Do you miss me?" Zhang Yang teased with a bad smile while squeezing a pair of white rabbits.
"I thought that as the manager of Haitian Group, you would be a rich man and could be your boyfriend, even for life, so I wanted to see you a few more times."
Meng Qiaoer still had the word "money" in her mouth, and her unabashed frankness made Zhang Yang feel that the sweetness of passion had cooled down a bit.
"Why did you agree to this when you knew I had no money?"
"My parents will come to Beijing to visit me in two days. Originally, I wanted to introduce you to them as my boyfriend, but it seems that won't work now."
Meng Qiaoer did not answer his question, but pressed her head tightly against his chest and said: "I give my body to you because I like you, but I also know that I cannot marry you. This is the last time, because I am not casual.
woman."
What she said was very frank, without any pretense, which showed that she had already made a decision, which was her final tenderness.
"Why can't you introduce me to your parents? Why can't you marry me? Is it because I have no money?"
"Well, what parent doesn't think about their daughter? They also think about me." Meng Qiaoer saw that she was a good girl at home and continued: "Why should I marry you? You have nothing, even if I agree,
Chapter completed!