Meng Qiao'er had already taken off her sneakers, her fair and delicate little feet were very good-looking, and the red and swollen ankles were particularly eye-catching.

"Bear with me."

After Zhang Yang closed the door, he walked to the bed and squatted down, gently pinching her ankles, and Jiuyang True Fire passed through his fingers to her ankles.

The reason why I did this was to relieve her pain first, and I felt very distressed when I saw her pretty and pale face.

To put it bluntly, if I hadn't asked her to come to this meal, this wouldn't have happened.

In the final analysis, it's my own fault, and I'm just a little guilty when I think about it.

As soon as his hand touched the red and swollen place, Meng Qiao'er felt a piercing pain.

Then a warm current surged in the ankle, the pain was reduced a lot, and the whole person relaxed.

"Hey, you are the manager of Haitian Group, what is your annual salary?"

"Not a penny."

Zhang Yang took her little feet, kneading them gently, feeling the changes in every inch of bones inside, and replied casually with a frown.

Just now she was chasing after her, and the center of gravity of her whole body was on this leg, so the injury was more severe than expected.

The main supporting bones have been cracked and dislocated, and if you go to the hospital, even if you don't need surgery, you will be put in a plaster cast and heal slowly for half a month.

"Their managers are all paid millions a year, how can you not have a penny?"

After Meng Qiao'er's pain was reduced, her words became more and more, and she asked in surprise.

She thought to herself that even Kong Feiwen, who had just joined Haitian Group, had an annual salary of one million, and Tang Ningda, the manager, had an annual salary of three million, but the manager in front of her had no annual salary?

"Lie on the bed and don't talk, otherwise you won't recover from your injury for half a month." Zhang Yang heard her startled voice and threatened impatiently.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to mind your business."

Meng Qiao'er finished speaking angrily, and lay down on the bed to vent her dissatisfaction, and the pair of bulging peaks on her chest looked even fuller, steep and trembling.

Zhang Yang sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at this graceful figure, swallowed and spat to contain his mind, pinched the bones in her broken place hard, and used Jiuyang True Fire to heal her.

Tomorrow she will go to the crew to shoot a TV series, so she must completely recover, and there is no room for the slightest sloppiness, so that it will not be more difficult and laborious to heal after the second break.

Half an hour later, steaming was already pouring from the top of his head, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

Meng Qiao'er sat up quietly, and when she saw his scene, surprise flashed in her eyes.

Then he took out a tissue in his backpack and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead......

As the minutes passed, Zhang Yang was already soaked with sweat, his breathing began to be short, and the redness and swelling on Meng Qiaoer's ankles slowly disappeared.

"Okay, no problem." After more than an hour, Zhang Yang finally withdrew his hand, lay down on her side and said with a smile.

"What's the method you're using?"

Meng Qiao'er moved her ankle, there was no longer any pain, she sat up and stomped her little foot, and asked excitedly.

"Qigong." Zhang Yang knew that she didn't understand it, so she simply used this old-fashioned lie.

"If you use qigong to treat others, you will definitely be able to make a lot of money?"

Meng Qiaoer didn't care about what Qigong was all about, but she was very concerned about making money, which shows that she can't get out of the big dye vat of the entertainment industry.

"What are you doing with all this money? Isn't it okay to starve to death? Zhang Yang said what he said from his heart.

With so much money in his bank card, he didn't even think of squandering it, which shows that the concept of money is very thin.

"Won't you marry a wife? Don't you want your wife to have a good life? With so many rich people all over the world, don't you blush at all? How can you be so unmotivated? ”

Meng Qiao'er threw herself on the bed again, pouted on his side, pondered for a while, and suddenly said: "I understand, when you gave the hemostatic powder formula to the beautiful boss of Haitian Group, it was just to please her, did you plan to marry her as a wife?" And then the wealth? ”

"I'm cāo, you're so imaginative with that."

Zhang Yang couldn't cry or laugh, Tuse himself undeniably thought about it, this hat with both wealth and color was buttoned on his head, how wrong he thought, as if he was a despicable villain.

continued: "If I had met you first, I would have given you this recipe, but it would have been useless if you asked for it. ”

"Who says it's useless? Just take it and sell it, isn't it worth hundreds of millions of Chinese coins? If only I could have so much money, do you have any other recipes or something? ”

"Nope."

Zhang Yang had the urge to hit his head against the wall, thinking that this girl was too direct, and her desire for money was completely shameless.

"Alas, what a pity."

"You like money so much?"

"It's not that I like it, as long as it's a human being, I like money."

Meng Qiao'er said very resolutely, and her expression was as if everyone was like her, and she continued: "Actually, I don't care about how much money I have, but the whole of China knows that I am a star, if I marry a poor man, I will definitely lose face, and my family will definitely not agree." ”

She said very frankly, and her pretty face was full of confusion, which showed that she was a girl who had no opinions.

"You mean you can't marry a poor man like me?"

"Who asked you to give the hemostatic powder formula to Feng Yanran, if you sell it to her, won't you have the money to marry me?" Meng Qiao'er put her small mouth to his ear and joked with a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yang felt the girl's unique body fragrance coming to his nose, and he was confused for a while, and turned sideways to face her and said, "If I say that I am a rich man, will you marry me?" ”

The hemostatic powder is worth more than 100 million Huaxia coins, and if you have 600 million, you can completely marry this star girl as a wife......

"Do you have any money?"

"Yes!"

"And how many do you have?" Meng Qiao'er squinted her eyes and had a playful smile, obviously taking Zhang Yang's words as a joke.

"100 million, 200 million...... 600 million. Zhang Yang snapped his fingers and said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Well, there really is." Zhang Yang replied without thinking.

"I think you're sick......"

Meng Qiao'er giggled, lay on her back on the bed and looked at the ceiling and continued: "And I'm not lightly ill. ”

Seeing this kind of bumpy figure, undulating peaks, not to mention a heartthrob's pretty face, as long as it is a man, he will have the impulse of bestiality.

Zhang Yang felt his mouth dry, turned over and threw himself on her delicate body, and said with a wicked smile: "Am I sick?" How do I feel normal? ”

As she spoke, she glanced down at herself, her firm little brother pressed against her soft lower abdomen, and a pair of bulging mountains of meat clinging to her chest, which was a wonderful feeling.

"You're a rascal."

Meng Qiao'er's face was flushed, but she didn't struggle, and continued with a smile: "Before you came, you said that you wouldn't touch me, don't you believe what you say?" ”

"When I treated your foot injury just now, I already touched you, and you didn't refuse."

……

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yang's eyes were blurred, and he kissed her white pink neck desperately, and a pair of big hands wandered restlessly on her delicate body.

Meng Qiao'er still didn't struggle, but smiled coquettishly to cooperate with his actions, propped up his body and let him take off his sweater, untying a pair of bulging peaks.

The two blushing flowers on the plump and straight Roshan, and the two pink grapes on the top made Zhang Yang obsessed with it, and he opened his mouth to bite it and suck it hard......

When the two of them become one, this time it is completely the pleasure of mutual love, although there is no madness last time, but it has also completely reached the peak of happiness.

……

Meng Qiao'er was like a docile kitten, sticking to his sweaty chest, her slender fingers crossed his chest, and she sighed and said, "Actually, except for the fact that you have no money, you are excellent in other aspects." ”

What she said was from her heart, although she didn't see Zhang Yang for many days, but through Guò's understanding of these few times, she felt that he was a good person.

Although he looks like a ruffian and a pervert, he is full of security in his bones, handsome and free, and a real man.

"Other aspects of what you said, including not including the ...... just now"

"Be serious." Meng Qiao'er stretched out her hand and twisted it on his arm, and said with a red face.

"I've always been very serious, and it's you who have tempted me again and again."

"You're so shameless, you have to be cheap."

Meng Qiao'er wrapped her slender arms around him, hugged him tightly and continued: "But I just like your shamelessness, at least much better than some hypocrites." ”

……

Zhang Yang was touched by her words, not to mention that the feeling of the elastic Roshan sticking to his chest was particularly impulsive.

and her delicate body that is as soft as a boneless, like a small snake wrapped around herself, is even more difficult to extricate herself......

"Do you know why I agreed to come to see you? What's more, I came with you to the hotel room? ”

After the madness, Meng Qiaoer's expression darkened, and she raised her pretty face, and her eyes flashed with a faint mist of tears.

"Why? Did you miss me? Zhang Yang kneaded a pair of white rabbits and teased with a wicked smile.

"I thought that you, as the manager of Haitian Group, would be a rich man who could be a boyfriend, and even entrust him for life, so I wanted to see you a few more times."

Meng Qiaoer still had the word money in her mouth, and her undisguised straightforwardness made Zhang Yang feel a little cooled down in the sweetness of passion.

"Why did you promise me when you knew I had no money?"

"In two days, my parents came to Beidu to see me, and I originally wanted to introduce you to them as a boyfriend, but now it seems that it will not work."

Meng Qiao'er didn't answer his question, put her head tightly on his chest and said, "I gave my body to you because I like you, but I also know that I can't marry you, this is the last time, because I am not a casual woman." ”

She said this very frankly, without the slightest hypocrisy, which shows that she has made a decision, that is, the final warmth.

"Why can't you introduce it to your parents? Why can't you marry me? Is it because I don't have any money? ”

"Well, what parent doesn't think about their daughter? They are also good for me. Meng Qiao'er looked at the character of a good girl at home and continued: "Why should I marry you? You don't have anything, and even if I agree, my family won't agree. ”