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Miao Xiaoqing stood like a lotus in the water.

For a long time, Hongjie finally turned around, her eyes fell on her, a contract in her hand was placed in front of her, said: "a 50 million contract, you can do it."

Miao Xiaoqing, with a smile on his mouth, took up the contract on the table and hesitated for a moment and said, "a scholar dies for a confidant, and a woman is a face that pleases you. If you can see me among so many people, I should make some contribution to you."

Hongjie felt a burst of bitterness in her heart. She turned her head and waved her hand. She didn't say anything.

Zhang Dongyu was clear in her heart that there was no man who was not lustful, but his taste was a little high, which ordinary girls couldn't see. Now she sent such a gorgeous girl into the mouth of tiger, her heart could not tell what it was like.

Hongjie doesn't know what compensation she can give Miao Xiaoqing in addition to money. However, how much is a woman's first time worth? Hongjie knows in her heart that it is the most precious gift for her lover. Therefore, it is not measured by money. Although it can be repaired, what happened is happening. Although with the passage of time, it can be pressed in a corner of her heart It doesn't mean forgetting.

Zhang Dongyu's original name was not Zhang Dahu, but Zhang Dahu.

He was born as a bricklayer. Later, by chance, he dismissed his wife from the countryside when he had money.

In his words, he used to spend money when he was young. In these years, the women in his bed could not count one hand.

Such a man, for Miao Xiaoqing, is simply a nightmare, but business is exchange, which is the so-called fairness in business, whether you want to or not.

If you want to survive, you can only follow this choice, or you will choose to quit.

Although Zhang Dongyu's company is in another city, his people no longer live in that city, living in a manor in the suburb of Dongjiang city.

The manor covers an area of more than ten acres. The construction of the manor is tasteful and elegant. It is totally out of touch with him.

Because of the new year, Zhang Dongyu has been at home, after the fifteenth day of the first month has not left.

It's not that the company has nothing to do, but he is waiting for Hongjie's reply.

He doesn't lack money and women, but he always feels that he is short of something in recent years.

Those women who easily go to bed with him, Zhang Dongyu knows that they are just goods he paid for, but he doesn't want them.

The reason why he talks business with Hongjie is that he is used to Hongjie. However, Zhang Xiaojian stands behind Hongjie, which makes him dare not offend easily.

After getting up in the morning, Zhang Dongyu played a set of Taijiquan in the yard, sweating slightly and feeling refreshed.

After walking in the garden for two times, his sweat had subsided. After looking at the sun in the sky for a while, he came to a well, drew out a bucket of spring water from it with a bucket, and poured it all on his body.

Wet with cold water from head to foot, he couldn't help but fight a thrill.

There are many opinions about him from the outside world. Some people say that he can not brush his teeth for more than ten days. Some people say that he can pick his feet while eating. All these do not matter, because a man, especially a man like him, who has risen from the bottom, can see everything and nothing.

Today is the 17th day of the first month. He plans to leave if Hong Jie doesn't come to talk about it. After all, many things can't be forced. After today, he plans to leave and never come back. For a place where he has a deep memory, he still has the best memory.

Zhang Dongyu manor door opened a red Ferrari, slowly stopped beside.

The door opened and a woman stepped out of the car. As in the past, plain white blue and white clothes, embroidered shoes, a black long hair, everything is so beautiful, with this world is out of place.

Women walk very light, so light that they don't seem to land on their feet.

There were two security guards at the gate of the manor. They had seen this woman for a long time, but they forgot everything. Because, none of the women who come here have the desire to push down when they are seen. But this woman is different. The feeling of this woman is that she wants to submit and worship. There is nothing else.

The woman slowly had the door, as if she was smiling, so that the two security guards suddenly soul soar, people are not their own.

Miao Xiaoqing walked into the manor. On the way, he met a young man who looked like a little girl. Knowing where Zhang Dongyu was, he walked towards the garden.

On an open field in the garden, a wet man was closing his eyes, opening his hands, not knowing what he was doing.

The wet clothes in the sun, fog rising, tightly attached to his body, muscles full, especially that place, the outline is clear.

When Miao Xiaoqing saw that place, she seemed to be scalded. Her face suddenly turned crimson, and her breath was even a little bit short.

"I can't believe that Zhang Dong is still a person who likes to exercise." Miao Xiaoqing's voice is as clear and clean as spring water.Zhang Dongyu's body seemed to shake, frown, and then slowly opened his eyes, eyes fell on the girl's body.

Plain white blue and white clothes, embroidered shoes, long hair, porcelain white face with a smile.

"Are you the Nine Tailed Fox here?" Zhang Dongyu put down his hand and squinted at the girl in front of him.

In his opinion, if it was not the fox, there would never have been such a woman without a little smoke and anger in the world.

Miao Xiaoqing was joked by Zhang Dahu's words, and the laughter was intoxicated.

"Are you Fahai or Xu Xian?" Miao Xiaoqing stopped laughing and asked.

"I am a scholar." Zhang Dongyu said.

Miao Xiaoqing Leng for a moment, it seems that Zhang Dongyu and the outside said some different.

"Did it disappoint you?" Zhang Dongyu smiles and makes a gesture of invitation.

There is a small stone table not far away. There are four stone benches around it. There is a complete set of tea sets on the table. Inside the transparent crystal teapot, the tea leaves are rolling up and down gradually. It seems that they have just been soaked.

Zhang Dongyu sat on the stone bench and poured a cup of tea for Miao Xiaoqing.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing and the fragrance of lips and teeth lingers on Miao Xiaoqing. It is extremely rare for such a man to have such a good tea.

"You don't ask me who I am." Miao Xiaoqing shakes the cup on her hand, with a smile on her mouth.

"Who else can it be? It's just from Hongjie." Zhang Dongyu smiles.