Chapter 9 If It's You, I Don't Sell It

Wen Liang habitually paused without a trace, such a self, she herself is a little despised, the habit she has developed since she was a child, as long as Qi Ye lets her stop, she will definitely stop for the first time, although it has been seven years, but she still can't change the deep-rooted inertia.

The bewitching woman was wearing a silk nightgown, and her huge breasts loomed with perfect and seductive curves.

Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and they have just come out of the bathroom in their pajamas, and they don't have to think about it to know what will happen, or what has already happened......

At this moment, Wen Liang suddenly felt a little disgusting, Yuelan is not cold now, he can't wait to come to the hotel with other women?

"Night, I helped you find some fun. The woman walked to Qi Ye's side with enchanting steps, eager to put her soft breasts directly on the man's body, and said to Qi Ye in a gentle and disgusting voice: "This girl who sells small raincoats looks very short of money, I said I would buy ten boxes of small raincoats, and she promised to show us how to wear a condom." Oh, she's pretty beautiful, what do you think she's selling little raincoats? might as well sell meat, right?"

"Get out!" the man's thin lips spilled into cold words.

Even if a woman is bold, she doesn't want to die at the hands of a man.

Although Li Shao asked her to come over to accompany Mr. Qi for one night, and the price was very attractive, she didn't want to die here for a sum of money. So although the woman was a little unwilling, she still turned around and got out with her clothes and bags.

Wen Liang curled the corners of his lips a little self-deprecatingly, remembering his former self, and he was also submissive and groveling in front of Qi Ye.

She loved him, and as much as she loved him, she was as humble as she was.

smiled indifferently, Wen Liang turned around to leave, but the man looked at the small black backpack on her chest and asked her calmly, "How many boxes are there?"

"What, does Mr. Qi want to buy them all?" the corners of his lips lifted, and there was a mocking smile in his warm and watery eyes.

The man sat elegantly on the sofa, casually picked up the red wine glass on the table, and the enchanting color of the red wine reflected the man's secretive eyes. It's like the finest ink. There is an innate elegance in every gesture.

He took a sip and raised his eyebrows: "Then it depends on how you perform." ”

The man clearly showed that he was crushing her self-esteem, but Wen Liang was extremely reserved, and looked at Qi Ye with an indifferent face: "That young lady said just now that if I perform, buy me ten boxes." But Mr. Qi, doing business also depends on people, if it's you, I won't sell it!"

The man's deep eyes were full of evil, and he called her affectionately: "Nuan Nuan, if you have money, don't you make money, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Wen Liang smiled, when she laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her long eyelashes cast a layer of reflection on her lower eyelids, and she smiled and retorted: "People like Mr. Qi are living safe and sound under the lightning and thunder, am I still afraid that it will split on my head?"

"Miss Wen thinks it will take you a few seconds to lose your job?" the man put down his red wine glass and looked at her with an indifferent expression, as if he was discussing it with her.

Wen Liang knew very well that Qi Ye was threatening her. Probably because when she was in the hospital, she once said the word 'roll' to him disrespectfully, since he was a child, I'm afraid that no one would dare to speak to him like this.

Qi Ye is a person who must repay flaws, and Wen Liang knows it.

Her thin face was covered with a layer of light powder, she bit her lip, and just looked at Qi Ye, suddenly smiled, and replied to him with a somewhat sarcastic smile: "Three or four seconds, it should be about the same as your bed." ”