20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1721

Ling Qiu pushed open the door of this metal house, and shouted inside: "Go and see the door!"

Under Zhao Changan's doubts, a black shell shook its head and bared its teeth, and squeezed out from the crack of the door without a smile.

He looked up at Zhao Changan alertly, and ran past his feet wiping his trouser legs with a 'swoosh'. The thick, fluffy dog ​​tail slapped Zhao Changan's leg for no apparent reason, and circled around the car. The unrepaired motorcycle screamed and circled in circles.

Zhao Changan followed Ling Qiu's buttocks, and couldn't help but stare at her buttocks, her slightly twisted waist, and the two dimples above her slender waist that were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

He found that even though Ling Qiu was wearing jeans, when her hips were twisted and her legs were walking, the trouser legs between her jeans were almost closed without too much gap, but there were only a few places necessary for the standard extremely fine wine glass legs Leave blank, but they are very small.

Can not help but slightly surprised.

According to the theory, Xing Zheliang and Ling Qiu are both 25-year-old young people, it should be considered normal to have at least one shot a day, but judging by the shape of their legs, it is more than a day, a week.

Zhao Changan followed Ling Qiu into this iron house calmly. What surprised him was that this house, which looked small from the outside, had a width of less than three meters but a depth of more than ten meters.

At the far end is a separate room, which can be seen through the light from the plastic glass inlaid with the tin roof. In that open room, there is a TV set and a corner of the bed. On the TV table are flowers and flowers. greenery.

"Just because you have controlled countless women, you can see that I am still a girl with yellow flowers?"

"I don't intend to be your man, but I can let you control it."

"What a tough-mouthed, soft-hearted, kind-hearted girl!"

However, the world fell into darkness in an instant, which made him feel confused.

There was a string of wind chimes hanging in the corner of the window. After the door of this iron house was opened, convective wind of sufficient strength came in from the window, blowing the thin gauze curtains on the window and moving slightly, and the wind chimes swayed lightly, sending out a string of melodious the sound of.

Ling Qiu asked Zhao Changan: "Aren't you very smart, top scorer in the college entrance examination, famous musician, and business prodigy Zhao Changan! Now, in this self-righteous head, is it because of playing with women all day, that only shit is left?"

Zhao Changan also pulled a chair, sat down under the light of the plastic glass, crossed his legs, and began to talk about the win-win strategy of cooperation between Qiangwei Real Estate and the Xing family under the current conditions, with hatred and bite in tacit understanding.

If it wasn't for Ling Qiu's revelation that was beyond his expectation, he would not have the interest to stay here for a moment.

Now that everything that should be said has been said, Zhao Changan is meaningless to stay here any longer, and he is even reluctant to let him drink a glass of water.

"If you are ugly, there are basically no women in this world." Zhao Changan praised Ling Qiu vigorously, but still couldn't hide his surprise, "You are still a baby, what is Xing Zheliang doing?"

"Of course he is not a factory owner. In fact, he plays with no fewer women than his brother, but the quality is definitely higher than his brother's. Most of the women Xing Zheming plays with are women sold by Fengyue. Female college students, Xing Zheming is nothing more than coercion and temptation, or drinking and drugging, but his younger brother, there are female college students one by one, and those professional women are vying to throw themselves into their arms. Right next door is blocked. In the factory building, often in the dark nights, those female college students who manage to stay alone for interns lie on the cold machines——and the meaning of my existence, to be more precise, is the meaning of the existence of the inner membrane of my bamboo flute , just to give Huang Juan an explanation."

Zhao Changan exclaimed: "Could it be that Xing Zheliang is a factory owner?"

Ling Qiu didn't intend to invite Zhao Changan to sit in the innermost hut, but instead pulled a chair and sat down.

"At the beginning, I heard some things about him, and thought he was a kind-hearted man who dared to love and hate. Before I came here, I heard some things about him introduced by Sister Shan, and I thought he was a man. Now that I see him, I don't think he is a man. man!"

Zhao Chang'an smiled shamelessly: "I am very experienced and skilled, and I have extraordinary talents. I have already opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. My physical fitness is a fighter among men!"

Ling Qiu looked at Zhao Chang'an disdainfully: "I can control many men, but my man can only have one woman!"

"?"

"I don't understand, but I like to move!"

"Still do not know?"

I was a little puzzled what she was going to do, tacitly let me go in to play, and put a hat on Xing Zheliang?
But before he could think it through, he saw Ling Qiu walking out with a bottle of mineral water.

It's still the same sentence, it's not her own woman, she can't be seen or played with, just like Lord Wei stood up and prepared to leave when he saw that Chen Yuanyuan's saliva couldn't quench his thirst.

He leaned forward on the back of the chair, put his hands on the top beam of the back of the chair, held the cigarette in his right hand, flicked it lightly with his thumb, the ash fell, and the red glow of the cigarette butt shook.

Ling Qiu asked back: "Shouldn't you admire him even more, wanting to fuck a woman anytime, anywhere, but being able to hold back. — Am I ugly?"

Ling Qiu stood up and walked towards the innermost room.

Anyway, it was the opposite, Zhao Changan felt that there was no need to waste words of praise on Xing Zheliang, the language was very mean.

Ling Qiu suddenly asked Zhao Changan such a question.

Asked: "Do you understand?"

This talk lasted more than ten minutes, because the relationship between several parties in it was too complicated, he had to try to express it as clearly as possible, so as to avoid deviations in information output when Ling Qiu was acting as a mouthpiece.

"Do you want me to lie on the cold machine at night and let you move? Can you afford the price!"

Ling Qiu answered very simply.

"What kind of person do you think Xing Zheliang is?"

If you want to see beautiful and tasteful women, it is spring and May, and there are plenty of them on the street.

Zhao Changan watched Ling Qiu walk towards that room, the light cast a bright color on the outline of her body, very feminine.

The innermost one is a row of windows, with a layer of white tulle curtains drawn, with glass and anti-theft nets on them, green vines and pink flowers blooming on them.

"I feel that you are fans of ancient dragons, or you are acting in legendary dramas such as Thunderstorm Shakespeare, or you are Emperor Kangxi of Eryuehe."

There was a trace of provocative flirting in Zhao Changan's eyes, and he sat back heavily on the chair.

Zhao Changan heard it as if he couldn't see his fingers on a rainy night. At the moment of a flash of lightning, he saw many unreasonable and unimaginable scenes.

The words made Zhao Chang'an's mouth dry, and he asked Ling Qiu: "Is there any water?"

Ling Qiu looked at Zhao Changan and asked another question.

He didn't ask Zhao Changan to sit down, but asked directly: "Tell me."

Zhao Chang'an thought happily, and saw the kind-hearted Miss Ling unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle, raised her head and filled most of the bottle of mineral water in one breath, and after unscrewing the cap, returned to the original chair, Continue to turn to Zhao Changan who is sitting and facing a displeased face.

"Am I ugly?"

"No."

"I rely on!"

"The last sentence, you are right."

Ling Qiu obviously had no interest in flirting with Zhao Changan, so he gave Zhao Changan a contemptuous look.

Unscrew the bottle of mineral water again, drink it in one gulp with your neck up, screw on the cap again, and with a sound of 'swish~', throw the empty bottle accurately into the not-so-close trash can.

"Actually, Xing Zheliang and Huang Juan were lovers a long time ago, including some nights before Huang Juan went abroad, she used to lie on the cold machine inside. Not only did they hide it from Xing Dali, but even Huang Juan Juan's mother doesn't even know."

Ling Qiu dropped another blockbuster, with a wild wheat-colored pretty face that seemed to be a half-smile: "In the end, it turned out that people were not as good as God, and the horse stumbled, and Huang Xuelin sold the shares to you at a low price."

(End of this chapter)