Allow her to be pampered

But it is said that the bosses from all walks of life in Yue'an City intend to follow the Western method and set up a large chamber of commerce, binding each other, and advancing and retreating together.

Wu Qingzhi is an intellectual among the businessmen, and even has stayed abroad, so his contribution must be indispensable in this matter.

However, business matters are discussed in entertainment venues, and after thirty days of drinking, it has already come to an end.

Wu Qingzhi was eager to meet Chi Rong, and after saying a few beautiful words, he quietly left the scene.

But this golden mansion was built like a palace, with winding corridors left and right, winding around. Wu Qingzhi was struggling to find the way, but he saw a waiter who was as thin as a monkey guarding the stairs.

This person was somewhat familiar, after careful inspection, it turned out to be the one who served wine to Peng Yiru just now.

Although this person looked shabby, he was very discerning, and before Wu Qingzhi approached, he went up to meet him first.

"Hello, boss! But do you want to change clothes?"

This person spoke euphemistically without breaking the rules, Wu Qingzhi was not polite, just shook his head and asked: "Take me to the rest room for the female relatives, where my wife is resting."

After finishing speaking, this person got orders, bowed respectfully, stretched out his arms, and invited Wu Qingzhi to leave.

No one knew that not far away, Boss Jin's eyes never left Wu Qingzhi.

But seeing him leave, Boss Jin also refused to contact other people, and secretly followed the second floor.

At this very moment, Chi Rong was lying on the bed in that hut, rubbing his body.

Chi Rong has never been drunk for a thousand cups, and in addition, he has not touched a drop of wine today, so the feeling of sleepiness all over his body is not the cause of drunkenness.

In addition, Chi Rong felt that the heat was unbearable.

It was as if the internal organs were thrown into the fire to be roasted, but if it was torture, it was not absolute.

It's because amidst the scorching heat, there are still traces of itching, which are grinding.

Chi Rong clenched his teeth, a terrifying thought gradually surfaced in his mind.

Rao has never tasted the taste of lust, and there may be traces to follow in the face of this situation.

It was like riding a bicycle that night, going to the countryside to buy fruit, and returning home, Wu Qingzhi pressed her under the flower wall and kissed her.

That kind of hidden pleasure flowed up from the tailbone and burned in the brain.

Chi Rong knew that this was the so-called lust.

Could it be that she was given that kind of drug?

Who will it be?Is it Peng Yiru, or Boss Jin?

However, where did the medicine come from, and when was it used?
Chi Rong has already paid attention today, and will never drink the drinks offered by Peng Yiru alone, let alone eat the snacks provided privately.

So many ladies and ladies have had tea, and everyone is safe and sound, why is she the only one?
Which one stepped into the set?

So she curled up, and her soft little hands touched her chest, tightening secretly.

The thin cold touch came from the fingertips, which immediately made people calm down for the most part.

—the pair of flounder-colored pens.

Ever since he got this pen, Chi Rong has always carried this keepsake with him, never leaving his body.

In just a moment, the pen seemed to be a life-saving straw, and Chi Rong held it tight and refused to let go.

"Wu Qingzhi, why haven't you come..." Chi Rong muttered to himself.

Thinking of this, as soon as the words fell, there was a sound of approaching footsteps outside the door.

Chi Rong immediately cheered up and sat up with arms stretched.

But on that side, Wu Qingzhi followed the waiter up to the second floor of the Jin mansion, and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

The waiter stopped and said with a smile: "Boss, this is the women's rest room. If you and your wife have something to say, please speak slowly. If you want to eat something, just call and I will stay in the corridor."

After all, he only waited for Wu Qingzhi to respond before taking a step back respectfully, turning around and leaving.

This person gradually disappeared, so Wu Qingzhi knocked on the door a few times and asked, "Chi Rong, are you in the room? I'll come to you."

However, no one answered.

Wu Qingzhi suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

To the two of them, this golden mansion had the meaning of a tiger's den and a dragon's pool.

Wu Qingzhi was eager to find people, so he couldn't take care of others at once. He only said that he was offended, and then knocked on the door again, so he pushed the door and entered.

As soon as you enter, what you see is still the golden scenery.

The wallpaper is painted with red peonies on a gold background, and the screen is decorated with phoenixes embroidered on gold silk.

Looking around the room, the sofa is Western-style, and the chandelier is also made of brass and crystal.

Rustic, neither fish nor fowl.

You can tell at a glance that it is the taste of Jinshihe.

Wu Qingzhi raised his head in a trance, his eyes were facing the bright crystal lamp.

But in an instant, a sense of dizziness, like maggots attached to the bones, climbed up inch by inch, lingering in his mind.

Wu Qingzhi staggered a step, and felt that his breathing was heavy, and the air was very sticky.

Then he hissed and took a breath of cool air, but the air engulfed in rainwater and moisture entered his lungs, but it seemed like a fire was ignited.

Chi Rong's delicate smile suddenly appeared in his heart, and suddenly, there was a three-point fire, and he gradually raised his head at that unspeakable place.

"Chi Rong, are you there?"

Wu Qingzhi pressed his desire and walked towards the screen. His skin was hot and his mind was hazy. Naturally, he couldn't hear the soft sound of the door lock.

Wu Qingzhi's steps were vain, he only stepped forward quietly, and pushed the screen away.

The phoenix folds, the scenery deforms, and in the inner room, the only woman in a white dress smiles charmingly.

"Boss Wu, you are finally here."

Peng Yiru leaned on the beauty's couch, looked at Wu Qingzhi with great interest, and said with a voice like playing the piano, "I'm afraid I can't teach Boss Wu to get what he wants, Chi Rong...isn't here."

Hearing the sound, Wu Qingzhi stared at Peng Yiru fiercely, his eyes were about to split open, and he said coldly, "Where is Chi Rong?"

But seeing the fierce look on Wu Qingzhi's face, Peng Yiru still didn't care, just tugged at the neckline, and a bright spring appeared.

"Where does it matter? She will be fine anyway." Peng Yiru smiled lowly, "Boss Wu, instead of caring about her, you should care about yourself."

Her chest was as white as snow, ready to come out.

Wu Qingzhi turned his head to avoid it, and punched the wall in an attempt to regain his sanity.

Blood flowed from his fingers, and Wu Qingzhi said in a trembling voice, "Miss Peng, if you want money, I can write you a check right now. But if you dare to touch Chi Rong's hair, do you really think I will show mercy to women? "

He turned his back and couldn't see Peng Yiru's expression.

However, as soon as the words fell, there was only a sneer.

"Boss Wu, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. I don't want money, I want you to marry me."

After Wu Qingzhi heard these words, he felt that it was especially absurd, and he could only say coldly: "No matter before or in the future, I only have Xu Chirong in my heart."

After speaking, Peng Yiru not only didn't get annoyed, but laughed even more exaggeratedly, saying: "You husband and wife are really ridiculous! One and two are very conceited! No one cares about used handkerchiefs, why not me!"

Wu Qingzhi frowned, but Peng Yiru yelled: "Boss Wu, I want you to marry me, not to love me!"