Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Sister Ye pursed her mouth and acted like a baby, opened the drawer to take out the essential oil, and handed it over: "Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come and give me a massage! These days, you pretended to be dead in the hospital, which caused me to lose several business deals." ~"

"Oh? Really?" Cong Youyan approached the bed and glanced at her casually.

"But you came back safely, our contract is still valid, we have to continue." Sister Ye winked and smiled coquettishly: "Come on, don't avoid me just because I'm a charming fairy Me~! It's just you and me tonight."

Cong Yuyan leaned down, carefully examined the skin under the eyelids, and made an evaluation: "As a human being, your capital is not bad. Your muscles and bones are compact and full, and your skin is smooth and smooth. You have indeed worked hard."

Sister Ye showed a shy face, trembling with laughter: "I hate it, how can you praise a girl like that."

Turning from Youyan, "But it's a pity, I'm not interested in a delicate fairy like you."

Sister Ye's complexion changed when the blood rushed to her heart, she covered her bathrobe and sat up: "What do you mean? Then why did you agree to come?"

Cong Youyan shrugged: "To make money, you have to know that I am the one who chases after my wife. My wife looks like a fairy and is more expensive than me. If I can't earn enough bride price, how dare I come to propose. So, I set a small goal for myself, to earn [-] million yuan first."

Sister Ye squinted at the ignorant young man, snorted coldly, and said mockingly, "One hundred million? You are dreaming. Are you also worth one hundred million?"

From Yu Yan's squinting eyes at the other party, he felt that he was too kind. When he first entered the room, the dose of medicine powder he sprinkled was really, too!Low!up!

Cong Youyan opened his pure and kind eyes, and shook his head frequently, "You will soon know that asking me out of the mountain is expensive. I have to thank you tonight for giving me this opportunity, and I have taken another small step toward my goal."

"Little bastard! Just wait for me!" Sister Ye was about to curse a few more times, when she suddenly found her lips and tongue were numb, her teeth were half-closed uncontrollably, and spittle was hanging at the corner of her mouth, hanging there ridiculously.

She tremblingly wanted to press the alarm button, but she looked in horror at her immobile fingers, which were as stiff as chicken feet.

In a blink of an eye, the beautiful young man in front of him was still smiling, as bright as the otherworldly fairy in the photo.

Sitting on a low stool, watching the non-existent dust from Youyan, looking at Sister Ye who is gradually becoming rigid and unable to move, he grinned: "Don't worry, since I have received the money, I have to use my credit, and I am very trustworthy." For principled people, 10 yuan must satisfy you."

Sister Ye, who couldn't speak, was ashamed and indignant, and secretly swore: I will block this person tomorrow!

Cong Youyan is very gentlemanly, and he helped the other party pull up the golden velvet quilt, and said gently: "Don't look at you as ugly as this, but luck is very good, and you can invite this deity to do it yourself. Hey~ Who told you Am I short of money recently?"

Sister Ye's eyes widened, and her anger doubled: Not only did she want to be banned, but she also had to step on [-] feet so that he would never be able to stand up again...

Cong Youyan sat beside him with peace of mind, picking the fruits in the glass bowl.

After choosing the apples, he peeled the apples on his own, and after eating one, he took out the ashtray and the medicine pancakes, and tapped on the wall of the jar, calling the black beetle to come out to eat.

Sister Ye, who couldn't move, quietly looked over out of curiosity.

Because the distance was relatively close, she could see the appearance of the black beetle. Its terrifying mouth was equipped with a double filter, and the edges were fangs like white sharks, densely covered with the edge of the black beetle.The gray and unidentified food soaked the insect's claw hair, and the sticky grease flowed down the hair tip, and slowly slid into the degenerated back wing.

And the mucus was stuck to the black leather shell by the beetle's claws, like a pool of filth just after vomit, making people sick to the stomach.

It was the first time Sister Ye saw such a disgusting creature, she was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Tsk, I have no eyesight, Xiao Hei is so cute." Cong Youyan no longer had any hope for ordinary people's aesthetics. After eating the fruit, put away the beetles, he got up and waved goodbye to the petrified woman on the bed.

"Sister Ye, next time... I will increase the price."

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Taking advantage of the moonlight, Cong Youyan went out happily, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the Opera House.

In the golden hall of the opera house, the last act of tragedy is being staged.

"Pfft!" With the prop dagger slashing across his neck, the idiot son played by Shang Heyin fell down on the stone steps.

The red light suddenly rose, and the stage was shrouded in misty blood.

He stared at the gradually rising Feather Purple Clothes, and slowly closed his eyes.

Dust with silver light fell from the sky, falling on the body one by one, and colorless teardrops slowly slid down the face covered with oil paint.

The suffering female voice sang a high-pitched elegy, and the whole theater fell into a moment of tragedy.

The lights dimmed and plunged into the black theater, and thunderous sounds like galloping horseshoes erupted.

Being lifted up, Shang Heyin collected himself, took a deep breath, and walked to the center of the stage. Under the spotlight, the only C position was waiting for him.

Bow and take a bow calmly.

Under the spotlight, the rising star of the drama raised his thin face and smiled from the corners of his lips, so glamorous that he didn't seem like a real person at all.

When the curtain fell, Shang Heyin, who had lost the protection of the lights, lost his aura, clutched his stomach tightly, knelt down on the ground, and retched, the remaining heat in his body had been exhausted by the tedious work.

Venus popped up in front of his eyes, his eyes darkened, and he fainted to the ground!

And in his hair, a tuft of darker color began to twist uncomfortably.

Off the stage, Cong Youyan's eyelids twitched wildly, stood up abruptly, jumped onto the stage in a few steps, got behind the curtain, hugged Shang Heyin, and felt his pulse with one hand.

When he opened his eyes again, he had a clear understanding of the condition, a few silver lights flashed between his fingers, and with a wave of his hand, the silver needles had already penetrated into the acupuncture points.

The crowd around was in an uproar, and Huang Xiaoya shouted, "Who are you?"

"I'm Shang Heyin's personal doctor." Cong Youyan remained calm at the critical moment, and stood up with a full posture: "Please stand back, Yiner needs fresh oxygen."

With her right hand behind her back, Huang Xiaoya questioned in a hoarse voice, "A doctor is a doctor if you say it? Why haven't we heard of it?"

Cong Yuyan glanced at her, flicked his cuffs, and smiled: "Little girl, don't make random calls, I have a bad temper."

Huang Xiaoya immediately screamed, the phone fell to her feet, her wrist hidden behind her was exposed, and a neat black line was rapidly spreading upwards on her wrist.

"You still bring your mobile phone when you perform on stage?" Someone beside you whispered.

What was even weirder was Huang Xiaoya, who was rolling around on the stage, scratching her bare skin with her fingertips, and yelling, "It's itchy, it's itchy! Help me, help me!"

Cong Youyan scolded: "You have to endure the itch! If you dare to talk to disturb my thoughts, I will make you keep your mouth open forever, but you can't speak."

Huang Xiaoya fainted immediately, and a kind colleague behind her hurriedly dragged her to the back to look for grass ointment.

From Yuyan's one-handed pulse, the pulse image is shaped between the skin, faintly still and still, and suddenly leaps and goes to the finger, and the pulse is as thin as a bird pecking.

This is poisoned!Cong Youyan frowned, turned his head and ordered: "Needle, knife, wine."