Chapter 51: Can't Take It Off

In the private room, the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Xiao Yang, what do you want!" Zhong Shuiyu looked at the boy standing in front of him, biting his lip, his face was ugly.

"I think so, you don't know, Zhong Shuiyu. Xiao Yang put down the microphone in his hand and walked around Zhong Shuiyu with a smile on his face: "I heard that you are now a teacher, right? Then I should call you Teacher Zhong." ”

"Hello teacher, my favorite thing to play is teachers and nurses, you used to chase you in school for so long and you refused to agree to me, why?"

Xiao Yang looked Zhong Shuiyu up and down, with a bit of greed in his eyes.

"I said it, I don't like you, it's impossible for us, don't pester me. After Zhong Shuiyu finished speaking, Xiao Yang grinned and nodded.

"I don't like it, right, can't it?"

Xiao Yang's face suddenly sank, turned around and kicked the old man's body.

"Ahh

The old man let out a cry of pain and huddled there with fear on his face.

"Dad!"

Seeing Xiao Yang's movements, Zhong Shuiyu's face changed: "Xiao Yang, what do you want to do!"

"Why don't you do it, it's not a natural thing to kill people to pay off debts and pay off debts? Your father lost more than one million yuan in my yard, and I am now asking for debts as his creditor. As Xiao Yang spoke, he looked at the trembling old man, his eyes full of disdain.

"More than a million!"

When Zhong Shuiyu heard this, his face turned slightly pale and he bit his lip.

Her salary is only more than 3,000 yuan.

"That's right, your dad is a magnificent person, I let him play a little bit and he doesn't do it, each game is 10,000 yuan, originally after your dad lost all the money, he won't borrow it in the field, but who makes me like you? Xiao Yang sneered.

"This is all designed by you!" No matter how stupid Zhong Shuiyu is, when he hears Xiao Yang's words, he understands it.

It was clear that it was this Xiao Yang who co-authored her father to trap.

"How can you say that? Originally, your father just loves to gamble, I am providing him with a platform and opportunities, and your father has won more than two million at most, isn't it, uncle?" Xiao Yang looked at the old man.

"Yes, yes, I originally won more than two million, that's the one, it's up, a stud, it's all gone!" the old man showed a look of regret on his face.

"Shui Yu, as long as I am given another chance, I will definitely be able to return to my roots!" The old man turned to indignation: "It's all bad luck from that hand!"

"Dad, you still want to gamble!" Seeing the old man's appearance, Zhong Shuiyu's face changed again and again.

"How can I do it without gambling? Looking for a job is only a few thousand yuan a month, what can I do? As long as I can stop it in time, I will make sure that I will not lose money! Shui Yu, and I have found a trick to ensure that I will not lose money in the future!" The old man said this, and his face was full of fear just now, and he looked happy.

"Well, someone like my uncle will definitely not lose money. Xiao Yang glanced at the three people beside him.

One of them understood, stepped forward and slapped the old man in the face.

"Ahh

The old man screamed out at the slap, and half of his face turned red.

"Stop, what the hell are you going to do!" Zhong Shuiyu rushed forward and protected the old man.

"I said, kill to pay for your life, pay off debts, I'm here to ask for debts. Xiao Yang sneered: "Zhong Shuiyu, you have two choices today, or, I will give you three days for you to raise money, but today, your father has to leave a hand." ”

As soon as Xiao Yang's words fell, a person next to him directly took out a fruit knife from his arms, and suddenly inserted the fruit knife directly into the coffee table next to him.

Zhong Shuiyu's face became ugly, and the old man's eyes widened in horror: "Girl, girl!

"The second choice is that your teacher Zhong serves me well and serves me comfortably, so that your father can live this day in peace today. If I serve me once, I will pay 50,000 yuan, and you only need to accompany me more than 20 times for the money your father owes, and that's it. ”

Xiao Yang grinned: "It's all for the sake of your Teacher Zhong's face, 50,000 yuan a time, that's definitely the price of the top brand chicken." ”

"Xiao Yang, you are dreaming!" Zhong Shuiyu clenched his teeth and glared at Xiao Yang in front of him.

Xiao Yang shook his head and took out a set of clothes from the bag behind him, it was a set of pink erotic underwear, the whole set of underwear was hollow lace, and there was a rabbit tail behind the clothes.

As long as you put it on, you are sure that a lot of flesh will be exposed.

"I'm looking for someone to make this underwear, specially tailored for your teacher Zhong, you look at the position of this chest opening, to ensure that it can adapt to your size. Xiao Yang's mouth only sounded, and he threw the set of clothes in his hand at Zhong Shuiyu.

"Now, I'll give you five minutes to think about it, either put on this outfit and serve me well, and when I'm well, your father will be safe today, but if not, then there's no way, we can only take one of your father's hands first." ”

Speaking of the back, Xiao Yang's face had gradually become gloomy.

"Water and rain, girl! You can't let them do this! I'm your father! Girl, I can't, I can't do without hands. When the old man heard Xiao Yang's words, his face was full of horror, his whole face was wrinkled and wrinkled, and he grabbed Zhong Shuiyu's arm with both hands.

Zhong Shuiyu bit his lip and threw out the set of clothes in front of him.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly crawled over, picked up his clothes again, and stuffed them into Zhong Shuiyu's arms fiercely: "Obedient, girl, you are obedient! As long as I survive this time, I will definitely not lose money in the future! I promise, I promise!"

The old man's voice trembled.

"Four minutes to go. Xiao Yang looked like an old god was there, and looked at the old man and Zhong Shuiyu with interest.

He imagined Zhong Shuiyu changing into that set of clothes, his eyes flickering.

"That set of clothes is not just a simple love shirt, but it is soaked in medicine. ”

"As long as you put Zhong Shuiyu on, I want to see if you can continue to pretend to be innocent for so many years under the effect of drugs, and when the time comes, you will be photographed of your prodigal appearance, and you will not be at my mercy in the future?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang couldn't help laughing, sitting on the sofa, crossing Erlang's legs.

Zhong Shuiyu's lips were bitten out of blood.

"Three minutes. Xiao Yang said coldly.

"Girl, girl!" the old man turned pale and clutched Zhong Shuiyu's arm.

Seeing that Zhong Shuiyu didn't speak or make any moves, the old man's face changed suddenly, and he shouted at Zhong Shuiyu: "Zhong Shuiyu! Don't forget who raised you! I am your father! You were raised by me, you have to listen to me!"

"Put on your clothes! Isn't it just for Xiao Yang to play!

"Dad, how can you talk like that!" Zhong Shuiyu's face was like ashes, and his heart was like a needle prick.

"How do you want me to speak!Ahh

Zhong Shuiyu clenched his fists tightly, and his fingernails were embedded in the flesh and blood.

"Two minutes. Xiao Yang licked his lips and gestured to a man next to him with his eyes.

The man understood, pulled the fruit knife out of the table, pinched the handle, and played with it in his hand.

"Damn, wear it, wear it quickly!" The old man's face flashed with fear, and then he looked like he hated iron but not steel, and as soon as he picked up the underwear, he was about to reach out and pull Zhong Shuiyu's clothes.

Seeing this, the corners of Xiao Yang's mouth turned up slightly, looking at Zhong Shuiyu's face full of indignation and humiliation, but helpless, his heart was hot.

"What a pit daughter's father. A faint voice suddenly rang out in the private room.

Xiao Yang was slightly stunned, turned his head to look, and found that he didn't know when, there was one more person in the private room.

A teenager, wearing a somewhat whitish T-shirt, a pair of worn-out jeans, a pair of sneakers that are already very old, and a face that is not very handsome.

He leaned back on the couch, holding his head in one hand, and eating a slice of watermelon in his mouth.