Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"I didn't have a prostitute."

The helmet was big, and when she moved it, she tilted it upright: "Really?"

She was a little angry just now, and her eyes turned red for a while. She felt that prostitution was wrong, and she didn't want Jiang Zhi to go astray.

In case he really goes astray, she wants to help him know how to return.

"Why did I lie to you?" Jiang Zhi emphasized, "I didn't even touch them."

He spoke very hard and his tone was a little angry.

Could it be that she misunderstood him?

Zhou Xu frowned, thinking.

"You don't believe me?" He stared at her with a cluster of peach blossoms in his eyes, which were charming.

Zhou Xufang thinks again.

Hearing nothing, she felt that she shouldn't question Jiang Zhi's character. After so long, apart from his sexual orientation, she felt that he was a perfect person. He was eager to help others and rescued people.

Think about it carefully, Jiang Zhichang is like this, he doesn't have to go to prostitutes, on the contrary, there should be more people want to prostitute him.

The more I thought about Zhou Xufang, the more sure she was that she had misunderstood Jiang Zhi. This time she did not hesitate: "I believe you."

The corner of Jiang Zhi's mouth instantly pulled up.

"I knew you were a man of high moral character."

The noble Jiang Zhi: "..."

Since he didn't have a prostitute, Zhou Xufang breathed a sigh of relief and stopped staying: "Then I will go to work." She pushed her small electric motor back to the porridge shop.

Jiang Zhi caught the tail of the electric car.

She turned her head.

He didn't look at her eyes, looked at her yellow helmet: "Don't go, it's not safe for you to be a girl at this night."

See.

He is a man of high morals.

Zhou Xufang was a little sad, she actually suspected him of prostitution just now.

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of strength." She can burst the tire of a sports car with one kick, and kill a cow with one punch. If it is not safe, it is also not safe for others.

Jiang Zhi still grasped the small electric tail, did not let go, dressed thinly, his fingers were already cold and red, and his nose was also a little red. He inhaled, and he choked with a breath of cold air.

"It's very cold, don't go. If you are short of money," he said, his red ears were in her sight, "If you are short of money, I will give it to you."

Because of the cold wind for a long time, his voice is a little nasal.

Zhou Xufang was very moved when he heard this, and his heart was softened: "You are a good person, how can I be greedy for your cheap, your money is not wind blowing."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

The good guy card is endless, and he wants to hit someone.

"I'm leaving. It's very cold outside. Go back." Zhou Xufang easily lifted the electric car up, shaken off Jiang Zhi's hand, she sat on it, oh, yes, "Ah. Can you give me the bottle you picked up late?"

She wants to take it to the mother-in-law who picks up garbage outside the porridge shop.

A Wan, a retired athlete who was stunned by the strength of a young girl in her twenties: "...Yes."

Miss Zhou is really poor, and he must patronize her filming business more in the future.

"Thank you."

Zhou Xufang put the plastic bottle on the electric car, waved to Jiang Zhi, and drove away.

Jiang Zhi stood there, watching the electric car disappear into the busy street.

Ah Wan just picked up the rubbish, so she didn't get too close because she was afraid of being rejected by the cleanliness employer: "Boss, shall we go back?"

He turned a deaf ear.

When the neon in the distance changed from red to blue, and finally to purple, when it reflected in his eyes, he lowered his eyelashes, turned around, arched his back slightly, and coughed gently.

I don't know why, Ah Wan felt that such an employer who fell into unrequited love was a bit...pitiful.

After Jiang Zhi returned to the box, his body became hot and a little low.

Can I not burn it? It was two degrees below zero outside, Xue Bingxue cursed him for life and death. He was still tossing about his body. After cursing, he asked Ah Wan to get the anti-fever medicine.

Qiao Nanchu asked Jiang Zhi: "What's wrong with you?"

He was noisy for a while, lying weakly, and muttering, "I don't like men." After a while, he said, "I don't like women either."

and so?

He admitted: "But I like her a little bit."

Like her, the most intuitive manifestation is that he has a desire for her and has a strong desire to monopolize, unlike what he likes, he can grab and **** it without scruples.

She was different, he didn't dare to act rashly towards her.

"She," Qiao Nanchu asked, "who?"

Xue Baoyi answered on her behalf: "The one just now, Zhou Xufang who is pasting the film under the Bayi Bridge."

Qiao Nanchu heard this name more than once. The last time was yesterday. Jiang Zhifan didn't eat rice. He insisted on ordering takeaway from Awan. He also said that he wanted a note and asked Zhou Xufang to deliver it.

"A little like?" Qiao Nanchu smiled and poked him, "It's just a little bit, Jiang Zhi, you have too much reaction." At two degrees below zero, he dragged the disease out. If he just liked it a little, he would not be at this point This, while sleeping at home.

Jiang Zhi's eyelashes trembled twice, but he did not admit or deny.

Yes, the response was too big.

such as--

"Xue Baoyi." Jiang Zhi suddenly raised his eyelids.

Xue Baoyi's heart trembled: "Don't call me that." I panicked.

"Does your company have year-end events?"

This tone is neither salty nor light...

Xue Baoyi felt panicked: "Lord, just tell me."

"Employee benefits will be given to the mobile phone case." He was still so listless, with a casual tone, "Remember, go to the Bayi Bridge to buy it."

Xue Baoyi: "..."

Damn, why not just talk about Zhou Xufang!

Just now about the top card, now after the fall, what can Xue Baoyi say, she can only nod her head: "Okay, is it enough for one person to give one hundred?"

Jiang Zhi hummed weakly.

Ah Wan, who had just returned from buying medicine, just heard this, and her admiration for her employer has gone to the next level. She became so ill that she did not forget that Miss Zhou, who returned the film to solicit business, was all because of love!

That night, Jiang Zhi lay on the bed at two o'clock in the morning and fell asleep at four in the morning, and then had a dream that made him'exhausted'.

In his dream, Zhou Xufang was like a fairy, calling him softly all the time.

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

He couldn't stand it: "Stop calling."

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

She yelled endlessly.

As soon as he looked up, he saw her sitting on a tree, looking at him with a smile, wearing a short white dress, dangling a pair of shiny white legs, and asking him: "Do you like me?"

He did not answer.

She opened her hand and jumped down from the tree.

Without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to catch her, his body pressed tightly and was so soft...

"Do you like me?" She stretched out a pair of tender white hands, rounded his neck, hugged him gently, and called him, "Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

Her whole body is soft, like a cloud, around him.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed her waist and pressed her to the ground. He didn't know where it was. In short, it was outside, under a tree, with the sky full of stars when he raised his head, and her happy smiling face when she succeeded.

She lifted her body, pressed her face to his neck, and said quietly: "Oh, so you like me."

He didn't deny it, and then she became arrogant, with her legs wrapped around his waist, hooking his neck and turning over and pressing him down.

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I'm lazy, I don't want to divide chapters. I need to take many chapter names for chapters. I don't divide them into small chapters. I put many words in a large chapter and update it at once.

I will not divide the chapters when it’s on the shelves in the future. I remember that the charges are based on the number of words. All writers on the Internet charge based on the number of words. One thousand words cost five coins, and 10,000 words cost fifty coins.

The desire to survive forced me to repeat it again: Whether it is updated or charged, it is all based on the number of words, not just me, and stop scolding the author for not understanding the rules of charging.