Chapter 1823 Why should we be grateful?

Author: Watermelon is a fruit

Chapter 1823 Why should we be grateful?

"Sit down."

Xing Zheliang raised his head and looked at Ling Qiu. He had not seen her for less than a month, but this woman's appearance had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Standing in front of him was a slim and graceful figure, wearing a white shirt with three-quarter sleeves and a V-neck. Her neck was snow-white, with two sections of snow lotus roots protruding from the cuffs, and her ponytail was untied into a long shawl.

The long plaid skirt with mixed patterns of black and white, light green and red can barely cover the white jade-like ankles, and the long black rope laces of the slender crystal sandals are woven and twisted towards the ankles, disappearing into the imagination.

Under the long skirt, the white and tender feet reveal the toes painted with red cardamom,——

With a pretty face and bright eyes, she has turned into a graceful, pink and graceful fashionable urban beauty.

The original wild and rough taste of the motorcycle girl has been washed away long ago, and there is no trace of the past anymore.

"I never imagined that not only do you have a slim waist, strong legs and round buttocks, and you are strong enough to work dismantling and assembling motorcycles, you are also so attractive as a woman. Among the women I have played with, there are not two that can compare with you. Huang Juan's face

I can’t even compare to you, tsk tsk~, what a pity, what a pity.”

The ridicule in Xing Zheliang's eyes disappeared and he said calmly: "This is your treat. You can order whatever you want to drink."

He didn't care about this little money, but wanted to use this commanding language to gain condescending respect and initiative towards Ling Qiu.

"Just say what you want to say, no need to beat around the bush!"

Ling Qiu didn't want to stay here any longer. Of course she knew what Xing Zheliang meant by saying "what a pity".

It was originally the fish on his chopping board, but he was not in a hurry to cut it. He wanted to wait until the right time to eat it slowly and with more flair and fun. However, he accidentally let the fish escape. It was a pity that he did not eat it.

, it’s not that I have any special feelings for this fish.

The fish is in his eyes, and the only question is whether he can eat it or not.

This feeling made Ling Qiu very humiliated, but he was also glad that he finally escaped this devil and did not become his plaything or tool.

Over the past few years, on countless nights, she had woken up from nightmares, sweating profusely, as if she had been fished out of water, and gasping for air.

In the nightmare, a huge, black and cold monster sat on the dark ground.

The beast's eyes glowed a strange dark red, and the smooth beast's spine had a row of undulating protrusions, like saber-toothed keel plates.

And she was forced to ride on the monster beast, wearing a denim jacket and a small black leather skirt, galloping helplessly and out of control.

The two long thick black ponytails are pulled back into two swimming black snakes in the wind, and they resemble the handlebars of a motorcycle, which can be used for riding while holding the handlebars with both hands.

Every time the monster accelerates or decelerates, her body will vibrate and slide back and forth on the beast's back due to this huge and uncontrollable inertia.

The monster in the dream is the machine tool with a certain slope and a smooth thick steel plate shell in the motorcycle shop factory.

Although the thick steel plate shell of this machine tool has not been painted or oiled, it has not had a trace of rust for many years, and is shiny and shiny with the cold sheen of black iron metal.

That was Xing Zheliang using the sweat flowing on the smooth backs of Huang Juan and many women as a preservative.

In fact, this matter was a tacit secret in the hearts of those old repairmen, but they all thought it was a battlefield between Xing Zheliang and Ling Qiu.

Some dirty guys even deliberately sniffed it with their noses, licked it with their tongues, looked at Ling Qiu teasingly and said, 'This fish is so fishy'.

Then there was unbridled laughter.

At this time, Ling Qiu laughed and scolded with disdain, "I'll go to the toilet to drain the water now. I've been eating stinky tofu and chili these past few days. I'm very angry. I'll give you a bowl and let you drink as much as you can!"

In the nightmare, those protrusions like saber-toothed keel plates also shone with a smooth luster in the darkness.

This was also the fundamental reason why she had been fearfully rejecting Xing Zheliang, because she was afraid that one dark night, Xing Zheliang would suddenly become animalistic and press her down on the thick iron shell of the black and cold machine, destroying her body.

She is a girl from the mountains, and she cherishes her chastity as precious and important as her life.

Every time he saw this machine tool, Ling Qiu felt sick to his stomach, just like seeing his own fate that was destined to be tragic but unable to escape, just like seeing Xing Zheliang's shameless and obscene face now!

"Okay, I've learned to get straight to the point."

Xing Zhe lit a cigarette and put it on the coffee table to signal Ling Qiu to help himself.

"Quit."

Ling Qiu's words were concise and to the point. She was not addicted to smoking in the first place, but in the environment of that rough man's world, she had to work hard to abandon her delicate side as a woman.

Otherwise, those men with high hormone levels would look at her as if she was a white lotus flower. No matter when the animalistic nature of her would get worse, she would be the one to touch her breasts and buttocks while repairing the car.

Indispensable.

Machinery, steel, roar, extreme sports, and vigorous power are originally a male-dominated world. The emergence of a soft creature with obvious heterosexuality can only stimulate the passion of these iron wills to squeeze, impact, and possess.

"Then let me get straight to the point with you. How much money do you have in your hand now?"

Xing Zheliang looked at Ling Qiu with a smile but not a smile: "As far as I know, you don't have much money in your hands. Bringing your big family to the colorful world of Mingzhu to settle down must be a lot of money. Zhao Changan gave it to you.

By selling my information, your body, or packing it together?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Ling Qiu's scalp went crazy when he heard it, and he couldn't help but think about that one million. Could it be that Zhao Changan told him that he was thinking about it.

Are you, Xing Zheliang, short of money?

And Zhao Changan is not the same thing. You two got together in collusion. Why did you use me as a proxy?

The co-authors first robbed me and let me become an organ that was too smart for nothing to enjoy, and at the same time let Xing Zheliang humiliate me again.

Then I ran out of money and was completely broke.

My parents, brothers, sister-in-law, nieces, grandparents, and sister all live in Mingzhu without a fixed residence and are penniless. My sister will go to college this year and will get another sum of money, which is manipulated by you, Zhao Changan.

Then you, Zhao Changan, have turned into another Xing Zheliang, using my family to force me to submit?

A surge of anger rushed straight into Ling Qiu's Tianling Gai, but deep down in her heart she sadly knew that if this was really the case, she would not be able to resist at all.

These capitalists and rich people are all devils who eat people without spitting out their bones!

"I have supported you for nine years since you were in the second grade of junior high school. Now you say you have nothing to do with me? I have had a dog for nine years, and it will wag its tail when you see me! Otherwise, you might not have children now.

They are all in a nest, and they are unkempt and undressed all day long, mostly naked, feeding their children, and the rough guys in the neighborhood stare at and make fun of them. It turns out that this is the life you want, and it is my meddling that ruins your good deeds.

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Xing Zheliang's words were very harsh.

"Black slaves should sing praises to the white slave owners who spent money to buy them. They should work hard as cattle and horses for these white slave owners all their lives, otherwise they have no conscience; those Yangzhou skinny horses should also be grateful to those who bought them for them.

The old madams who fed and clothed them and taught them how to write, draw and play the piano were so grateful that they called them mother and used their bodies as a tool for these madams to make money without any regrets or complaints, otherwise they would have lost their conscience."

Ling Qiu sneered and said: "I will only feel sincerely happy to be separated from you, and I will never feel any psychological burden or guilt. Just like a black slave bravely kills a white slave owner, a Yangzhou thin horse is brave

Jumping off a building to pursue your own freedom is itself a dirty confrontation against you! If this is the purpose of calling me here tonight, then it is a pity and a pity to disappoint you, and it is a complete waste of my time.

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Chapter completed!