Zhang Tinghan squatted down, his fingers slowly running over her thighs, and crawled from the bottom up to her slender waist before stopping.

There was a pocket with a box of mints hidden in it, which he had given her.

Zhang Tinghan smiled long, stroking the uneven mint candy box through the fabric of his clothes, like caressing a beloved pet. But he didn't take out the contents of her pocket.

Every time he touched it, Tang Ximu could feel the uncontrollable twitching of his heartbeat, desperately restraining his heavy breathing.

"This is a tranquilizer." He whispered the truth, looking at her with more disgust for her stupidity.

It was also because of the tranquilizer that she was able to suppress her soaring blood pressure of 800, and she would lie without blinking her eyes and heartbeat.

It was as if he was a god watching what was happening in the world, and no mortal could escape his gaze with his every move.

What she did, even if she didn't say it, he knew it early on.

Tang Ximu looked at him with no strength in his heart, and he was convinced, he was indeed very smart.

"Tell me, what the hell do you want?" She was relieved and turned her face away coldly.

Didn't he go to great lengths just to threaten her?

With this handle in his hand, Zhang Tinghan was so happy that he frowned lightly and pitied her.

"I haven't thought about it yet, look at what you have been wronged about."

Zhang Tinghan smiled lightly, reached out and pinched her watery face.

Her expression was tearless, a little funny, and a little cute.

"I want you to be my servant, on call, I don't ask too much." Zhang Tinghan smiled shamelessly, his eyes burning with shame.

She is only worthy of him as a human being.

Tang Ximu was proud and arrogant, which was unbearable or unbearable, and refused without consideration: "You are dreaming!" ”

This is an insult to her physical, mental and personality, and let her make him a cow and a horse in a low voice, and it is better to ask her to throw herself into the river to feed the fish.

"It's okay, if you don't want to, forget it." Zhang Tinghan got up helplessly, without any intention of forcing her.

He then handed over the evidence to Earl George.

"Don't!" Tang Ximu hurriedly chased after him, and poor Baba grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zhang Tinghan turned around and smiled with satisfaction, a bad light flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Come and wash my feet."

Zhang Tinghan called her, lying on the comfortable sofa chair like an old man, spreading his legs, and closing his eyes in enjoyment.

Tang Ximu suppressed the surging anger in his heart, squatted on the ground, and forced a smile: "Yes, uncle!" ”

The hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and he is not afraid of no firewood in the green mountains. She endures!

She folded the lace embroidered sleeves and folded them a few times, revealing a pair of white and soft hands that were as soft as bones, and her fingers were like onion roots in the warm water, and she held his feet, took a white towel, and washed his feet with humiliation.

"I haven't eaten, so try harder." Zhang Tinghan was lazy and dissatisfied, frowned slightly, deliberately picked thorns, and picked bones in the eggs.

Well, she worked hard to meet all the demanding requirements of Mr. Zhang.

"You can't wash your feet, you're not even as good as a foot-washing girl outside."

She endures! Without saying a word, he washed his feet relentlessly.

Zhang Tinghan was still dissatisfied with her, he was very irritable, and roared angrily: "Waste, you can't wash your feet, what's the use of asking you!" ”

He was impatient, and kicked over the footwash, and some hot footwash splashed on her thighs, scalding her fair skin.

Tang Ximu was silent, her face gloomy, the towel she grabbed in her hand hung wetly, and drops of hot water were dripping on the ground.