C2 Beautiful women

Duan Hong got off the bus, looked around at the dense crowd, and found a human tricycle. Luckily, Duan Hong had come here a few times with his masters, Withered Grass and Withered Root, so he was quite familiar with the girl.

"Boss, where are we going?"

After pulling the rickshaw for so many years, he knew that anyone who wanted to take a rickshaw would want to save money. However, this was a station, a place where fish eyes intermingled, and people who were familiar with each other usually did not take the rickshaw here.

It seemed like the young man in front of her wasn't familiar with her. If she didn't kill him, who else could she kill?

Duan Hong looked at the name written on the name card in his hand: Jin Ding International Building, 888 Gold Stone Road.

"Okay, ten dollars!"

The owner of the carriage reached out his hand towards Duan Hong.

Duan Hong felt that it was funny: Were all the people pulling the tricycles as arrogant as them?

It would be better to discuss it with those old monks one day and also have a three-round tour of Ku Chan Temple and manpower.

Stonewall Road doesn't seem to be three kilometers from here, does it?" It doesn't cost that much to take a taxi.

"Boss, everything is going up now, so you have to deduct the gas, taxes, vehicle losses, human resource costs. I can only earn two yuan from you, and now a mashed worker costs one hundred yuan a day. It's not easy for me to earn one hundred yuan by pulling fifty people like you."

<p></p> The owner of the car spoke extremely fast, smooth and fluent, apparently using quite a few of the words.

Duan Hong smiled. A rickshaw also needs gas?

He took out two yuan from his pocket and said, "Two yuan, are you going or not?"

Good boy, you actually know how to do things.

The owner was not talking nonsense. Two Yuan was also money, so it was a waste not to earn money. The other big brothers in the same industry would pay a dollar each, not to mention that the Gold Stone Road was only two kilometers away.

<p></p> < p > "Alright!" I see that since this is your first time sitting in a car, you have lost a lot of money. "

The owner took the money and dragged Duan Hong away.

Duan Hong could totally avoid sitting on this kind of three wheels worth of manpower, but this was the first time in four years that he had come to the Grandwake City alone. He was curious about everything and sat on the rickshaw, looking around randomly, as if his status was also a lot higher.

He stopped at a traffic light and saw a Passat pass by him. The electric window was opened and a man wearing dark glasses spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Duan Hong's jeans.

<p></p> < p > "F * ck me!"

Duan Hong immediately scolded in a language he had learned from Enlightenment.

The cruel man smiled contemptuously, closed the window, and sped away.

Duan Hong pointed to the back of the carriage and shouted, "Catch up, I'll stab him with a big spoon!"

This vulgarity was learned from the Eclipse Sect Master of Withering Roots.

The owner of the car was secretly delighted.

<p></p> < p > "Boss, didn't you see what kind of car it was?" You want me to chase Passat on three wheels? Why don't you ride a snail and chase a rabbit? "

The owner said sarcastically.

Duan Hong panted heavily as he shook his pants hard. The phlegm on top was like the skin of a cow, how could he not die? While the owner of the carriage was not paying attention, he picked up the seat cushion and wiped the phlegm off his pants.

The owner of the car was secretly delighted.

The owner of the car hummed a song as he slowly parked the tricycle. "Boss is here."

Duan Hong got off the carriage and watched the owner of the carriage leave. He snickered in his heart: Who is unlucky?

Afterwards, the rickshaw driver pulled a powerful elder brother over, but he stuck all the phlegm onto his elder brother, causing the owner to nearly shit his way out.

Looking at the skyscraper in front of him that could not even be seen, Duan Hong's heartbeat quickened. He took out his name card again to confirm the location, thinking: What does he want me to do?

What director?

<p></p> < p > Manager?

In Ku Chan Temple, the most I have is listening to a few old monks brag and fart. Other than drinking a bit of alcohol, cooking a bit of rice, and practicing martial arts, I have nothing. Right, I can go inside to be a chef!

Duan Hong pushed open the revolving glass steel door and walked in. The first thing that entered his vision was the ivory white jade floor tile, Duan Hong was actually able to see his shabby reflection from the floor.

There were five marble pillars on both sides of the hall. The stone pillars were carved with lifelike flying dragons. Some were calm, some were roaring. The entire hall seemed solemn and magnificent.

<p></p> < p > "Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

A gentle and gentle voice, like a cool breeze in a hot summer day, sounded, blowing, causing one's heart to feel comfortable.

He only saw a beauty standing in front of Duan Hong, wearing a black job suit. She had buckled up her high heels and didn't need to be touched to feel the elasticity of her legs. The most important thing was a pair of glasses with a black frame, looking gentle and flirtatious.

Duan Hong, this youth who rarely got close to women in the past sixteen years, flushed red in the face. His heartbeat sped up crazily, and was even faster than last time when he ran ten kilometers on a hundred kilogram of his Ku Chan Temple.

<p></p> < p > "Sir?"

The woman's gentle voice seemed to be able to melt Duan Hong's bones.

She — she called me sir?

After so many years, there was finally someone who admitted to my growth. He no longer called me a little friend, but an old monk.

The woman saw that Duan Hong's face was flushed red, his breathing rapid, his two big black eyes staring at her chest, and then saw the shabby clothes he wore, she was slightly angry, but she endured due to his good job.

<p></p> < p > "Sir?" Are you okay? "

Duan Hong finally came to his senses, and promptly swallowed his saliva, and said: "Hello, I — I came to find Yan Xiaowen."

When the woman heard this, her face lit up: This morning, the boss specifically told someone to look for him. Isn't he the one with ordinary looks and plain clothes?

Only those who had just come from the countryside would dare to address their boss directly by his name.

<p></p> < p > "Hello sir, do you have an appointment or invitation?"

<p></p> < p > "Ah?" Um … I even need to make an appointment with Yan Xiaowen? What does he do here? Is he cleaning the toilet or washing the dishes, but it doesn't look like it, he's dressed pretty well. Oh yeah, he gave me a name card, saying that Shu will look for him. "

Duan Hong handed the gold name card to the woman.

The owner of the car was secretly delighted.

There were only a handful of people who had business cards like the boss. This person looked like Grandma Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden. Could it be that he was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

There were many such people in the novels.

<p></p> < p > Usually, the rich boss would pretend to be a simple person. He would enter his company to conduct secret interviews, and he would also have some beautiful encounters with his employees. Could it be that today, he and I — <p></p> The woman suddenly had a scene in her mind: She was holding the limited edition bag that she had always dreamed of, and a lot of people were following behind her.

The back door of an extended Bentley opened. The man in front of her was wearing an Archini suit. He very politely let her in and said, "Darling, why did you only spend five million today? Didn't you agree to spend ten million?

<p></p> < p > "Girl?" "Miss?"

Duan Hong saw that the woman's eyes were shining and her face was like a peach blossom. It was as if spring had arrived.

The woman came back to her senses. He called me 'girl'?

This sort of address seemed to only appear in the upper classes.

"Sir, please come with me. Boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

<p></p> < p > "Boss?"

Duan Hong was shocked.

The woman's voice was even more charming. "That's right, the Yan you're talking about — he's our boss."

She did not dare to call Yan Xiaowen by his full name.

Duan Hong watched the woman's exaggerated twisting and turning waist from behind. His short skirt outlined his perfectly round and perky breasts, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up once again.

He thought to himself: The old monk said that women are a disaster. I think — No, women should be drooling.

Four years at the Withering Zen Temple could completely change a person's personality. Duan Hong, who was originally bashful and honest, had become as thick-skinned as a city wall when he followed a few old monks.

As he sat in the elevator, Duan Hong watched curiously as the woman pressed the button for the 30th floor and then sneaked a peek at him. The kind of gaze that could captivate souls made Duan Hong's heart race once again, and he had an impulsive feeling.

He quickly started to recite the Heart Sutra in his mind: 'Color is not different, color is not different, color is empty, color is empty – Hmm?

Since the color is empty, then it doesn't matter if I color it, right?

He saw that the indicator light was approaching the thirtieth floor. Suddenly, the elevator shook and the lights flickered.

The woman lost her balance and screamed.

In desperation, Duan Hong suddenly raised his right leg and roared in his heart: Shaolin Shock Technique!

<p></p> < p > "Pa!"

He stepped into a hole and stood still. He reached out his hand to hold the woman, "Don't be afraid, Miss. I'm here!"

Duan Hong nearly blurted out the words of the poor monk. He remembered that when he went out with the Third Master, he met a few people who threatened to rob a woman. He let out a loud shout and held the woman in his arms, his face full of righteousness.

<p></p> < p > "Mister, I'm so scared!"

The woman took the opportunity and wrapped her arms around Duan Hong.

Unable to restrain his emotions, the reason why Duan Hong had cursed out loud was all because of the junior brother who was ten years older than him.

Crack crack!

<p></p> < p > The elevator is completely dark and unmoving.

The woman was actually not afraid at all. She recognized that Duan Hong was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and did not know which young master he was from. "Sir, I — Sir? What happened to your body? Why was it shaking? Oh, you — is that a cell phone in your pocket? "It makes me feel so uncomfortable --"

<p></p> < p > "Er —"

Duan Hong felt his entire body being filled with heat, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his mind!

The owner of the car was secretly delighted.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of unease, irritation, anger, anxiety, and other negative emotions that he hadn't felt in a long time. His body felt like it was constantly expanding, and the strength in his body increased exponentially.

<p></p> < p > "Er — ah!"

Duan Hong screamed and pushed his away.

<p></p> < p > "Boom!

The right fist that was filled with ruthlessness smashed onto the elevator door, causing a strong stream of air to gush out from the right fist, bringing with it Duan Hong's unease, anger, and irritation.

The elevator door, which was almost thirty centimeters thick, had a huge dent in it. The iron sheet formed a distorted crease and the whole building shook slightly. All the dust and dirt that had accumulated on the elevator for many years fell off.

<p></p> < p > "oh!" mygodsupperman! "

The woman was shocked by Duan Hong's powerful strength. After a sharp scream, she fainted.

She had never seen anyone who could punch through an elevator door like this in her life.

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