What do you think of a handsome man, a beautiful woman in professional attire and sexy black silk, plus a soft white sofa?

Island art films? Or is it a serious negotiation?

In fact, Yan Murong felt that this was more like an interrogation, and he might be facing a torture to extract a confession - however, this situation does not seem to be very suitable for extorting a confession.

Teng Xiangling pulled Yan Murong all the way, and the car didn't drive, so he trotted back to her apartment, then took out the key to open the door, pulled Yan Murong into the house, pressed him on the sofa, and looked at him with a smile.

Lonely men and widows, black lights - in broad daylight, does she want to take away her virginity~ can't?

Yan Murong was thinking wildly, thinking about whether to resist or pretend to resist first and then cooperate vigorously, but Teng Xiangling stepped on high heels and came to the kitchen, then boiled a pot of water with a fast kettle, and took out a package of unlabeled tea leaves from the drawer under the TV cabinet, grabbed a handful at random, threw it into the cup, poured hot water, and brought it to Yan Murong.

"Murong, you drink tea." Teng Xiangling looked like a virtuous little wife, said to Yan Murong in a soft voice, and then put his hands in front of his lower abdomen alternately, and looked at Yan Murong with two big eyes that could speak, as if he was looking forward to him tasting his tea art.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, Yan Murong knows this truth very well - counting the number of times he has just gotten off the plane, he can count the number of times he has met Teng Xiangling on one hand, but he has already seen through this woman, and the definition given to her is also - a woman like a demon.

Why do you use the word "demonic woman" to describe her? It's very simple, this woman has a changeable personality, a belly of bad water, Yan Murong can't see through her, and there are many kinds of women's characteristics in her body at the same time, sometimes cold and noble, like a high queen, wearing professional clothes, and like an intellectual and elegant royal sister, laughing - laughing is a female demon.

"Eldest sister, what did I do wrong, you tell me, should I still be fine?" Yan Murong said with a sad face.

"You're not doing anything wrong." Teng Xiangling said with a smile. "Murong, why do you ask that?"

"Since I did nothing wrong - why do you want to poison me with tea?"

Teng Xiangling's face changed suddenly, but he quickly endured it again.

"Murong, let me ask you, what is your ideal?"

"Ideal?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling, who sat down and picked up the cup of tea and blew gently. "I don't have ideals."

Teng Xiangling was speechless again, and the evil fire in his heart suddenly forgot about his heart--why is he so tired of talking to this idiot?

No ideals? How can people not have ideals? Even if you say that you like money and beautiful women, it's fine.

The famous Chinese comedy master Zhou Xingxing has said - people have no ideals, what is the difference between them and salted fish?

"Do you want to make Chinese medicine flourish? Do you want Chinese medicine to be recognized? Do you want Chinese medicine to become famous in the world? Teng Xiangling resisted the urge to put the hot tea and the teacup on Yan Murong's head and asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded and said. "But this goal is too far, maybe one day I can do it, maybe I can't do it when I enter the coffin."

"I can help you." Teng Xiangling's two big eyes looked at Yan Murong and said with a serious expression.

"Can you help me?" Yan Murong was stunned. "How can you help me?"

Yan Murong herself knows that it is not easy to carry forward traditional Chinese medicine. It's not about buying cabbage on the street and buying as much as you want – to put it mildly, any ideal is based on money.

Obviously, Teng Xiangling also knows this.

"I can help you make money." Teng Xiangling said confidently. "I don't just have a master's degree in Chinese medicine, but also a master's degree in financial management."

"I don't have the money to invest." Yan Murong said very honestly.

The old man was too stingy to give himself money, and he didn't want to ask his family for money - it could be said that it was more difficult to ask him for money now than to ask him for a virgin.

"I know you don't have any money." Teng Xiangling said with a smile. "But I'm rich, wouldn't it be much easier in that case? ――I'll pay for it, you will pay for it, and we'll split it fifty-fifty, how about it? ”

"Nope." Yan Murong said very resolutely. No matter how stupid he is, he now understands what Teng Xiangling wants to do.

When Zhong Zhenguo hung up the phone and Teng Xiangling came to pull him home, he guessed something. Only now, he is more certain.

Hearing Yan Murong's refusal, Teng Xiangling's face suddenly changed, and the gentle and virtuous temperament just now was suddenly thrown out of his body, and the demon possessed him again.

"You want to die, don't you?" Teng Xiangling's two delicate eyebrows were twisted together, and he stared at Yan Murong with a 'fierce and vicious' expression. It seemed that as long as Yan Murong said the answer she didn't want to hear, she would open her mouth and tear him apart and eat him one bite at a time.

"I—I don't want to die." Yan Murong said cautiously, and also remembered a little song often sung by Wang Ergou in the mountains.

The little monk went down the mountain to fast, and the old monk explained.

The woman at the bottom of the mountain is a tiger, and when she meets it, she quickly wants to dodge.

Yan Murong felt that he was very unlucky, not only did he not avoid the tiger when he encountered it, but saved the tiger. What's even more tragic is that he slept in the tiger cage for a while, and then he became entangled with the tiger.

"If you don't want to die, agree to my terms." Teng Xiangling said, and suddenly the conversation changed again, and he returned to the state of a good wife, a good mother and a little daughter-in-law.

"Murong, I didn't do this to make money, I have the same ideals as you, but I can never complete this ideal alone, do you understand me?"

Yan Murong looked at her sincere expression, and was a little shaken for a moment—or else, just promise her?

After thinking about it, Yan Murong said seriously. "I can promise you, but if I don't show up, you will be responsible for everything."

"No problem." Seeing that Yan Murong agreed, Teng Xiangling's face suddenly turned happy. "I am willing to give everything for the sake of our common ideals."

Give it all? Yan Murong thought to herself, is her condition too low? If she said that she wanted her body, I don't know how she would react - to dedicate herself to her ideals, or to give herself a loud mouth?

Teng Xiangling was an impatient, and when he saw Yan Murong agreeing, he immediately pulled him up impatiently and said. "Let's go, we'll go to the bank now."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go and get the money - register the company."