C18

Liu Yong focused on driving, his sharp eyes were covered by his black sunglasses, and he said lightly: "Director Zhen usually gets up at nine, and comes to the office at ten, so you have to prepare breakfast for Director Zhen before nine today."

"What?" Should I make him breakfast? " Yu Ting had clearly left it in her bag, how could she not see it? Yesterday, when she came back, her bag had not been touched, so it was impossible for her to fall in the dorm. Could she have fallen into the bank? Xiang Tingxue threw away her bag in frustration and shouted angrily: "Why should I cook breakfast for him, who does he think he is? Tell Zhen Haolin, I don't owe him, I never do! "

Why is this woman so angry so early in the morning? Why did she eat gunpowder in the morning?

Liu Yong raised his eyebrows and advised Xiang Tingxue with good intentions, "If you do well, Director Zhen will not make things difficult for you today. The Director Zhen will give you everything for two hundred and sixty thousand gold. Actually, Director Zhen is very easy to get along with, as long as you follow his instructions and do things accordingly. "

Obedience to his wishes? To be his mistress? "Hmph …" Even if Zhen Haolin was the last man left in this world, he would still not choose Zhen Haolin … Mistress, go to hell!

All evil capitalists lead extravagant lives, as does Zhen, the capitalist, who has many women, limited edition luxury cars, pleasant villas, luxurious yachts, and expensive private jets. And this four-hundred-square-meter duplex was only his occasional sleeping quarters.

The huge room was decorated with exquisite and expensive furniture, all kinds of accessories glittering and dazzling, neatly arranged porcelain ware, it was obvious that it was made in England and precious bone china, a single set of cup was enough to cover Xiang Tingxue's tuition for two years.

"Xiang Tingxue, I really didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. Did you sleep well last night? Xiang Tingxue was invited into the room by Liu Yong, but before she could see the entire room clearly, she heard the extremely evil voice coming in lazily from the second floor.

Following the voice and looking upwards, he saw that Zhen Haolin's eyes were carrying a deep smile. He was dressed in beige pajamas with a random knot on his waist. A pair of white cotton slippers, landing soundlessly. His hair was fluttering in the wind, and he didn't feel messy at all. In fact, he felt that he was quite devilishly handsome. There was still a wound hanging at the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that it was no longer swollen.

Xiang Tingxue tightened the hat on her head, and a cold voice came out from the mask, "Zhen Haolin, what tricks are you playing today? If you still want to deduct my money today, I advise you to save your time. "Even if you don't want to, you have to give me my money."

"What an arrogant tone, but I like it." Zhen Haolin slowly walked down the spiral staircase, his voice carried an obvious smile.

"Thank you for liking it, give me money!" Xiang Tingxue's tone was firm.

"Xiang Tingxue, we've met a few times. The first time we met, you asked me for money. The second time we met, you asked me for money. When we met yesterday, you still asked me for money. Today, you came to ask me for money. Xiang Tingxue, can you change the lines for us to use to meet each other? You keep greeting me like this, how can you, a cultivator who is working so hard, endure? " He walked in front of Xiang Tingxue leisurely and reached out to take off the mask on Xiang Tingxue's face because he wanted to see the scars on her body.

Since she did not pay back the money she owed, deducted the money herself, forced her to cut off her long hair, and now that she was being slighted, Xiang Tingxue simply had no way of existing together with her.

With his back pressed against Zhen Haolin's abdomen, he bent down and used all his strength to throw again.

However, why was there no reaction?

Xiang Tingxue clenched her teeth and increased her strength, then fell down again …

"Women are born to be gifts for men. The longer men accompany you, the gentler you become. Look at you that night, gentle as water. And look at you now, you're like a discontented woman throwing a tantrum. " Yesterday, Zhen Haolin fell for it once, but how could he not be on guard today? He stabilized his steps, and used all his strength so much that Xiang Tingxue did not throw him down, and instead hugged Xiang Tingxue into his arms, continuing to play with her while laughing deliberately: "Xiang Tingxue, I didn't think that you would like me to hug you from behind. Then, do you like me to go from behind as well …"

"Rogue, let go, let go …" If he couldn't steal the chicken then the grain would go down. Xiang Tingxue was so embarrassed that she became angry as she struggled desperately in Zhen Haolin's embrace. She was not a prostitute. She was not a woman who could sell anything just by looking at money. She had her bottom line as a person.

"Let go?" Her sweet smell lingered around his nose for an entire night. Only Zhen Haolin himself knew how tormented he had been through this night, and he didn't want to let go.

The two of them stood face to face. Zhen Haolin held her waist tightly with one hand and took off her mask with the other. Then, he threw the hat on her head onto the ground.

The corner of Zhen Haolin's mouth that was smiling slowly turned cold with a speed visible to the naked eye. The playful look in his eyes turned into a haze that had never been seen before, and his deep voice could slaughter any living being: "Where's your long hair?"

She didn't know why he was angry, but seeing him angry caused Xiang Tingxue's bad mood to lighten. She purposely grinned and said disapprovingly: "I sold it."

"Who told you to sell it?" This damned woman had already said that she was his, everything she possessed was his. What right did she have to sell her hair, the frost in her eyes congealed, as if she was an angry Shura from hell.

Xiang Tingxue was not the least bit afraid as she slightly raised her head, the smile on her face could not melt the cold look in her eyes: "Who asked me to sell, of course it's you who asked me to. If you pay me back three thousand dollars, I won't sell my hair. I wouldn't have sold my hair if you hadn't taken my money yesterday. Zhen Haolin, I've sold long hair and gathered enough money, are you satisfied now? "

Three thousand dollars? Three thousand dollars? Another three thousand dollars?

He never thought that Xiang Tingxue entered the hairstyle house to sell her hair.

He would never have thought that the twenty-five hundred yuan in net silver would come from her beautiful long hair that he was infatuated with …

A ruthless aura burst out from Zhen Haolin's body, his demonic eyes shot out cold blades like eyes, without saying a word, he dragged Xiang Tingxue up to the second floor.

Disregarding her struggles and resistance, he flung her fiercely towards a bedroom and squeezed out a harsh sentence from the gaps between Zhen Haolin's teeth, "Xiang Tingxue, you can actually sell anything for money, then, take your money and wait here for your death!"