Chapter 1721 Good Girl

Ling Qiu pushed open the door of the iron house and shouted inside: "Look at the door!"

Amidst Zhao Changan's doubts, a black shell shook its head, grinned, and squeezed out from the crack in the door with a smile.

He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Changan warily, and then ran past his feet, wiping his trouser legs, and slapped Zhao Changan's leg with an unknown meaning with his thick and fluffy dog ​​tail, and surrounded the car.

The unrepaired motorcycle roared in circles.

Zhao Changan followed Ling Qiu and couldn't help but stare at her buttocks and slightly twisted waist, as well as the two hollows above her thin waist that were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

He found that even though Ling Qiu was wearing jeans, when she twisted her hips and moved her legs while walking, the trouser legs between her jeans were almost closed together without much of a gap. They just had a few of the standard and beautiful wine glass legs.

Leave them blank, but they are very small.

Can't help but be slightly surprised.

Logically speaking, Xing Zheliang and Ling Qiu are both young men in their mid-twenties, so they should have at least one haircut a day to be considered normal. But looking at their leg types, it is too many in a day or a week.

Zhao Changan calmly followed Ling Qiu into the iron house. What surprised him was that this house, which looked small from the outside, was less than three meters wide but more than ten meters deep.

At the very end is a separate room. You can see the light coming from the plastic glass inlaid on the iron roof. There is a TV and a corner of the bed in the open room. There are flowers and flowers on the TV table.

Green plants.

Anyway, they are opposites. Zhao Changan felt that there was no need to waste words of praise on Xing Zheliang, and his language was very harsh.

Ling Qiu had no intention of inviting Zhao Changan to sit in the innermost hut, but instead pulled a chair and sat down.

"Still don't understand?"

"?"

Zhao Changan thought happily, and saw the kind-hearted Miss Ling unscrewing the cap of the mineral water bottle, raising her head and filling most of the bottle of mineral water in one breath, then screwed the bottle cap and returned to the original chair.

Continue to turn to Zhao Changan, who is sitting and facing an unhappy look.

I'm a little confused as to what she's doing. Is she tacitly letting herself in to play and put a hat on Xing Zheliang?

However, before he could think about it, he saw Ling Qiu walking out with a bottle of mineral water.

Again, she was not his own woman, so she was not allowed to play with her. Just like Sir Wei, seeing that Chen Yuanyuan was drooling but unable to quench her thirst, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Zhao Changan's eyes held a trace of provocative teasing as he sat back down in his chair.

Ling Qiu glanced at Zhao Changan with disdain: "I can control many men, but my man can only have one woman!"

"No."

"What kind of person do you think Xing Zheliang is?"

He leaned forward on the backrest of the chair, placed his hands on the top beam of the chair's backrest, held a cigarette in his right hand, flicked it lightly with his big finger, and the ash fell off, and the red light of the cigarette butt swayed.

Ling Qiu answered very simply.

Now that everything that needs to be said has been said, it is pointless for Zhao Changan to stay here any longer, and he is even reluctant to let him drink a glass of water.

There is also a string of wind chimes hanging in the corner of the window. After the door of this iron room is opened, the convection wind of sufficient strength rushes in through the window, blowing the thin gauze curtains above the window and trembles slightly. The wind chimes gently sway and emit a string of pleasant sounds.

sound.

Ling Qiu looked at Zhao Changan and asked again.

"I feel like you are fans of ancient dragons, or you are acting in legendary plays such as Thunderstorm Shakespeare, or you are Emperor Kangxi of Eryuehe."

"What a good girl with a soft mouth and a kind heart!"

Zhao Changan's mouth went dry and he asked Ling Qiu: "Is there any water?"

Ling Qiu asked Zhao Changan: "Aren't you very smart? The top scorer in the college entrance examination, a famous musician, and a business wizard Zhao Changan! Is there only shit left in this self-righteous head because of playing with women all day long?"

In the innermost part is a row of windows, with a layer of white tulle curtains, with glass and anti-theft nets, and green vines and pink flowers blooming on them.

"I don't understand, but I like to move!"

Zhao Changan also pulled up a chair, sat down under the light of the plastic glass, crossed his legs, and began to talk about the win-win strategy of cooperation between Rose Real Estate and the Xing family under the current conditions, with hatred and bitterness in the tacit understanding.

Asked: "Do you understand?"

Zhao Changan watched Ling Qiu walk towards the room. The light cast a bright color on the outline of her body, giving her a feminine and delicate taste.

"You want me to lie on a cold machine at night and let you move? Can you afford the price?"

This process lasted for more than ten minutes, because the relationships among the several parties were too complicated, and he had to express it as clearly as possible to avoid deviations in the information output when Ling Qiu was acting as a mouthpiece.

"Am I ugly?"

Ling Qiu asked back: "Shouldn't you admire him even more? He wants to fall in love with a woman anytime, anywhere, but he can hold back. - Am I ugly?"

Zhao Changan exclaimed: "Is Xing Zheliang a factory owner?"

If Ling Qiu's revelation hadn't been too unexpected, he wouldn't have been interested in staying here for a moment.

He did not ask Zhao Changan to sit down, but asked directly: "Tell me about it."

"Of course he is not a factory owner. In fact, the women he plays with are no less than his brother, but the quality is definitely higher than that of his brother. Most of the women Xing Zheming plays with are women sold in Fengyue Place. For those who go to Green Garden

Xing Zheming, a female college student, only used coercion and inducement, or drank and drugged him, but as for his younger brother, they were all female college students, and there were those

Some professional women are vying to throw themselves into their arms. In the sealed factory next door, often in the dark night, those female college students who manage to stay alone for internships lie on the cold machines -

.And the meaning of my existence, to be more precise, the meaning of my bamboo flute inner membrane is to give Huang Juan an explanation."

However, the world suddenly fell into darkness again, leaving him feeling confused and half-understood.

"I don't intend to be your man, but I can let you control me."

"If you were ugly, there wouldn't be many women in the world." Zhao Changan praised Ling Qiu with all his strength, but he still couldn't hide his surprise, "You are still a young girl, what is Xing Zheliang doing?"

"At first I heard some things about him, and I thought he was a sweet-tempered person who dared to love and hate. Before I came here, I heard some things about him introduced by Sister Shan, and I thought he was a man. But now that I have seen it, I think he is not a man.

Man!"

Ling Qiu stood up and walked towards the innermost room.

Zhao Changan smiled shamelessly: "I have a lot of experience and skills, and I have special talents. I have already opened up the Ren and Du channels, and my physical fitness is a fighter among men!"

Zhao Changan felt as if he could not see his fingers on a rainy night. At the moment when a bolt of lightning flashed, he saw many unimaginable sights that were contrary to common sense.

"Just because you have controlled countless women, you can tell that I am still a young girl?"

"You're right about the last sentence."

If you want to see beautiful and elegant women, it’s May and there are so many of them on the streets.

Ling Qiu suddenly asked Zhao Changan such a question.

"Holy shit!"

Ling Qiu obviously had no interest in flirting with Zhao Changan and looked at Zhao Changan with disdain.

He unscrewed the mineral water bottle again, drank it in one breath while tilting his neck, screwed the cap back on, and with a 'swish' sound, he accurately threw the empty bottle into the trash can that wasn't too close.

"Actually, Xing Zheliang and Huang Juan were lovers a long time ago, including the nights before Huang Juan went abroad, when she used to lie on top of the cold machine inside. Not only did they hide it from Xing Dali, but even Huang Juan

Juan’s mother doesn’t even know.”

Ling Qiu dropped another bombshell, with a hint of wild wheat-colored face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "In the end, God's calculations failed and Huang Xuelin sold the shares to you at a low price."
Chapter completed!