The coquettish rival wants to have CP with me every day

Feng Jian: "What do you want to say?"

"You see, I'm so dedicated, and I'm here at any time, why don't you give me a little more consultation fee?"

"Not up."

Si Yan: "..."

He has seen what it means to be an iron cock.

"Hmph! Anyway, I have money now, so I don't care about you."

Hearing this, Feng Jian turned to look at him.

"Where did you get the money?"

"none of your business?"

"Hand it over." Feng Jian slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped halfway up the hill.

"what?"

"money."

"Feng Jian, are you sick? Why should I give you the money I earned myself?"

"cell phone."

"Didn't you say that the mobile phone is free?"

"Call charges."

Si Yan: "..."

He choked for a while before asking angrily, "How much?"

"fifty thousand."

"Fifty thousand? Why don't you go and rob? I haven't earned that much in total."

"How much did you earn?" he asked.

"Two thousand and five." Si Yan subconsciously said.

"Bring it."

"what?"

"Two thousand and five. Phone bill." He added.

"Feng Jian, are you kidding me?"

Feng Jian looked at him seriously, obviously not.

Si Yan took out the phone from his pocket and threw it into someone's arms.

"I don't want it anymore, my master."

Feng Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Si Yan inexplicably felt a familiar coercion.

"What are you doing? Want to fight?"

"This mobile phone is a limited-edition private custom-made machine, worth [-] yuan, are you sure you want to return it to me?"

Si Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately reached out to retrieve his phone.

Feng Jian was touched by a slender white hand all over his waist, and then moved all the way down...

"The one that was thrown into your arms just now, why is it gone?" Si Yan asked while touching it.

Feng Jian didn't speak, when Si Cheng's fingers touched his legs...

His eyes darkened, his body tensed slightly, and even his breathing stagnated.

Si Yan couldn't find it after touching it for a long time, so he just reached out to search with both hands, without even realizing that his actions were provoking anger.

Feng Jian looked at the man in front of him who was playing tricks on him, and a strangeness flashed across his deep eyes.

His slender knuckles holding the steering wheel tightened slightly.

Damn!

Is this guy testing his endurance?

Feng Jian stared deeply at Si Yan who knew nothing and was still trying to find the phone.

Finally lost to him!

"Click" the sound of the phone falling.

"Dropped it? Pick it up for me, hello!" Si Yan said.

Feng Jian sat motionless, obviously not intending to help him pick it up.

The feeling just now, obviously painful and tormented, just made him want to stop!

Si Yan only thought he was narrow-minded.

The space in the front seat was so small that Si Yan couldn't reach it, so he simply unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to pick it up by himself.

At this time, the orange-red streetlights at dusk shone in through the car window, which happened to be reflected on Si Yan's Qingjun's cheeks, making his fair skin smudged with a layer of warm tones.

Si Yan didn't notice the way Feng Jian was looking at him, and he was still reaching out to touch it. Because he didn't touch it, he could only press down a little more.

He supported Feng Jian's seat with one hand, and reached down to touch it with the other hand, his head almost resting on Feng Jian's lap.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this pose is infinitely ambiguous.

"I got it." Si Yan was proud and was about to get up when the car on the half slope suddenly started to slip.

Affected by inertia, he fell directly into Feng Jian's arms.

"Hey, hey, step on the brakes!" Si Yan yelled anxiously.

On the other side of the road was the bay, and if the car fell, the two of them would be dead.

Si Yan finally crossed over and was reborn. In this world, Feng Jian's deadly enemy didn't exist yet, so he didn't want to just end the game like this.

"Step!"

"My feet are numb." Someone said.

"Hold the grass! Brother, are you kidding me?"

Seeing that he was still sitting still, Si Yan became anxious.Immediately disregarded many things, the dog's life is the most important thing.

So he turned over and sat on Feng Jian's lap, and then slammed on the brakes!

"Bah!"

The car stopped abruptly, and Si Yan lay back on his back again due to inertia, and then slammed forward again.

He thought that his handsome face was going to have a close kiss with the front window.As a result, a pair of strong arms hugged her waist tightly.

Si Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by this bastard again!

"scared?"

"Nonsense! It's not easy for the young master to be heavy... I have lived since I was a child, so I am sorry for my life!"

"Next time, I will find a flat place to park." He said.

"Is there a next time? With your driving skills, you should bring your driver next time!"

"I don't have a driver at home." Someone said nonsense with his eyes open.

"It's really stingy. If you have the money to hire so many bodyguards, drive a luxury car, and live in a villa in such a luxurious location, you can't even bear to hire a driver."

Feng Jian: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, Si Yan suddenly realized that he was still sitting on someone.

The posture of the two of them...why does it feel like something is wrong?

"Ahem! Don't get me wrong! I was in a hurry at the time. By the way, you said that the phone is [-] yuan, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No."

"That's good."

Si Yan secretly thought, if a [-] mobile phone is sold second-hand, [-]% of it should be worth a lot when it is new, so he readily handed over the [-] he earned today to Feng Jian.

Feng Jian looked at the corner of someone's mouth that was about to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

No one in the entire imperial capital dared to take back his privately-made mobile phone at a second price.

……

The car arrives at the villa.

Feng Jian took Si Yan upstairs directly.

Si Yan looked at the European and American-style luxurious villas in front of him, with leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, marble columns, and huanghuali handrails, and couldn't help but lament how nice it is to be rich.

Unfortunately, the master is too stingy.

I don't know who will be so unlucky in the future. If you marry a stingy guy like Feng Jian, you may have to leave the house even if you get divorced.

Feng Jian was speechless all the way, until he was brought into the room, and then he asked Butler Liu to go downstairs to make a cup of tea.

"right here?"

"Ah."

Seeing that there were all kinds of medical equipment in the room, Si Yan couldn't help sighing again that it's good to be rich, because if anything happens, he doesn't have to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

"Then let's start!" Si Yan said.

Feng Jian nodded.

"You said just now that your illness is an old one?"

"Ah."

"Where is it?"

"Back shoulder."

"Take off your shirt."

Feng Jian looked at him.

"Why are you looking at me? Are you still shy?"

Feng Jian: "..."

Steward Liu, who brought the tea, was slightly taken aback at the door when he heard the words.

Feng Jian was silent for a moment, then tore off his clothes.

Si Yan turned his head, took a look at Feng Jian, who had perfect muscle lines all over his body, and commented objectively: "You have a good figure, are you a Lianjiazi?"

Feng Jian: "Old illness, so I exercise regularly."

"If you have an old disease, you should exercise more. No wonder you have suffered so many injuries, and you can still live like a normal person. It's not easy."