Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

He Lanchu never believed in love at first sight, and he had never had a romantic partner. Sometimes he even felt that the whole world was so boring. Until he saw this white-haired little manservant, he felt an inexplicable flutter in his heart...

Such a deliberate seduction technique was surprisingly effective. He admitted that he was indeed tempted, and he just wanted this person who deliberately aroused his anger to get the punishment he deserved...

Shi Rong didn't expect He Lanchu's concentration to be so poor. He just dragged him all over the place, and this pervert couldn't hold it any longer. Although it was true that he wanted to hook up with He Lanchu, he would probably not be cherished if he was too easy to get hold of.

Therefore, Shi Rong just straightened up, held the handle of the mop tightly, and asked timidly: "Sir, what's wrong? Did I mop the mop uncleanly?" What a shameless critic, that's all, how can you keep yourself clean?

Dogs don't believe it.

Still pretending? He Lanchu raised his eyes, his eyes invading Shi Rong's skin inch by inch: "Didn't you say you knew how to massage? Come here and give me a massage."

The dog, after mopping the floor, I still have to continue massaging him. What a disgusting capitalist who knows how to make the most of everything.

Shi Rong was not a diligent person. He felt a little tired after dragging the floor for a while, so he resisted and said: "If you want to massage, your legs should be flat..."

Although the study room is very large, it is filled with bookcases and tables, and there is no place where you can straighten your legs.

He Lanchu's voice became hoarse. He looked directly into Shi Rong's eyes and said with a low smile: "Young manservant, then push me back to the room and press..." The tone was extremely ambiguous.

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Shi Rong scolded He Lanchu a thousand times in his heart, but still nodded obediently, came behind the man, and held onto the handle of the wheelchair.

No one usually dares to come up to the second floor. The corridor is very quiet. The only sound is the clatter of footsteps and the slight sound of the wheelchair turning when Shi Rong steps on the floor.

He Lanchu's room was large and simply decorated, with only black, white and gray colors. The three-piece bed set is all in deep black. The large bed is three meters wide, so it is not a problem to sleep several people.

Shi Rong pushed He Lanchu's wheelchair to the bedside and tentatively stretched out his hand: "Sir, do you want to help you get into bed..."

He Lanchu didn't like other people's touch, except for this little manservant. Although his legs had recovered a bit during rehabilitation and he was able to go to bed on his own, He Lanchu still accepted Shi Rong's help and put his weight on the little footman's delicate body: "Yes."

So heavy, like a pig. Shi Rong's face was covered with red clouds, and the weight was nothing. The key was that the man's big hands were still caressing his waist dishonestly, and the waist was Shi Rong's most sensitive part...

Damn pervert! Passionate maniac! Shi Rong cursed in his heart, but lowered his eyes in shame and whispered: "Mr. He... you, don't do this..."

He Lanchu stared at the jade-white ears stained with a thin red color. This reaction was not like he was pretending. His Adam's apple moved and his voice was wicked: "Oh? How am I doing?"

I have never seen such a shameless person. An evil light flashed in Shi Rong's eyes, and he suddenly let go.

Shi Rong originally thought that He Lanchu would fall heavily on the bed, but he didn't expect that he underestimated the man's arm strength. He was immediately thrown onto the bed with He Lanchu, and his forehead hit the man's hard chest...

"Little valet, are you going to throw yourself into my arms?" He Lanchu's chest vibrated, and his voice passed clearly into Shi Rong's ears, but the hand was still firmly attached to Shi Rong's waist, motionless.

What a piece of shit! Shi Rong was slightly angry and raised his wrist reflexively, but his palm was empty and there was no movement at all. His mind was suddenly in a trance, and Shi Rong instinctively felt that something should appear in the palm of his hand...

What appears? Could it be that he has watched too many fairy tales and thinks he can create things out of thin air?

Shi Rong quickly came back to his senses, suppressing his blush, and a glint of water appeared in his eyes: "I, I didn't... Mr. He, let me go!"

Whether intentionally or not, Shi Rong's soft belly rubbed against the man's thigh while she was struggling...

Almost instantly, he felt something.

Ah, the rumors are indeed unbelievable...

Shi Rong could feel that the man under her body stiffened for a moment, and then his waist was tightly squeezed. He Lanchu's voice was hoarse: "Did you do it on purpose, little manservant?"

Shi Rong turned pale and continued to struggle, with a hint of crying in her voice: "I really don't, Mr. He, let me go, I'm so scared..."

This bad guy who doesn’t know how to live or die dares to continue lighting fires at this time! He Lanchu's eyes darkened, he raised Shi Rong's chin, and kissed that alluring little mouth fiercely.

To He Lanchu, the little manservant's feeble struggle was like a kitten with the tips of its claws cut off, neither painful nor itchy. He held his smooth chin, like a traveler in the desert who cannot find water, extremely greedy...

After a long time, he let go of Shi Rong.

"Mr. He." Shi Rong seemed to be eager to get up from He Lanchu, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from He Lanchu. His lips were red and slightly swollen, and he looked aggrieved: "How could you do this..."

Damn pervert, damn pervert!

Shi Rong didn't expect that He Lanchu would kiss her after a disagreement and didn't react at all. By the time he came to his senses, he was already in a daze from being kissed and had no strength to struggle.

He Lanchu sat up, and the bulge was particularly obvious. His voice was hoarse and lazy: "It's called Rong Rong, right."

Shi Rong looked wary, waiting for He Lanchu to continue.

"Rong Rong, I heard from Butler Li that your mother is seriously ill in bed, right?"

What a piece of shit. Shi Rong did not expect that He Lanchu would find out about the story he had fabricated while pretending to be pitiful in order to win the sympathy of Butler Li. And He Lanchu obviously wanted to use this to threaten him.

Shi Rong cooperated with the performance, his figure was shaken, and his eyes showed despair: "Mr. He, what do you want to do?" He began to think secretly in his heart, whether to find the next target.

He Lanchu is really inconsistent with the rumors. It was only the first day and I kissed him. Maybe he still has some perverted thoughts in his heart, but at first glance, he is a person who is not easy to fool.

"Rong Rong, you are very smart." He Lanchu stared at Shi Rong meaningfully. He wanted to see how long this little servant could last, "You should know what I want, right?"

Shi Rong bit his lip, as if he had made some decision, his eyes were wet, "Mr. He, my mother's medical expenses will cost five million..."

After cheating five million, he ran away!

He Lanchu saw that Shi Rong didn't mean what he said, so he decided to tease him again: "Does it cost five million just for a massage?"

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massage? ? ?

Shi Rong raised his head suddenly and forgot to control his expression: "Massage?"

He Lanchu lay on the bedside and stretched out his legs: "Young manservant, come and give me a massage."