MTL - Pampered Darling: 99 Yuan Sweet Wife-Chapter 39 Best not to exercise vigorously

   As the saying goes, money can make ghosts run the mill, and this is true.

   After Su Qingqing got the shop from Su Miaomiao, except for the people who helped, the original 500,000 was instantly reduced by more than half, which made her feel so distressed that she bleeds.

The arrow of the hour hand on the watch was about to point to eight. Su Qingqing rubbed her tired brows, hesitating whether to continue working on the nasty business of building a new company, or go back to her home and take a hot bath and pounce on her. The soft big bed dreams of Duke Zhou.

   In the end, no amount of self-control can compare to the charm of the bed to her.

   She had just returned to the gate of the Hanwan Mansion when Su Ruhai called in, Su Qingqing frowned, and finally pressed the answer button.

  Suddenly, Su Ruhai's energetic questioning voice came through, "Qingqing, what did you do to Miaomiao? You are so angry with me about the storefront, why are you bullying your sister?"

  Su Qingqing rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "I'm so sorry if Dad just called and said this, I'm very tired and don't want to hear it."

   "Su Qingqing, do you not want the company to inject capital?"

It's okay not to mention this. Since Su Ruhai wants to settle accounts with her, Su Qingqing might as well open the skylight and say something bright, "The money is in Dad's hands, so you can give it if you want, or don't give it if you don't want to, about what I said before. Take it back, if my father continues to be partial to Su Miaomiao and is willing to give her money and not support my career, I will not give in to the Su Group."

   This is also what he forced.

   Didn't give Su Ruhai a chance to scold others, Su Qingqing cut off the answer button neatly, what kind of capital injection is not uncommon for her, she can get along smoothly without that stinky money.

   As for how to make money...

  Su Qingqing went upstairs leisurely under the gazes of many servants, and saw that Quan Moting's bedroom was still lit, so she could not help but take the initiative to walk over.

   Through the tiny crack in the door, Su Qingqing squinted and leaned in, seeing Quan Moting wearing a white shirt sitting on the leather sofa.

   The blood stained his white shirt, and it was still on his chest, so scared that Su Qingqing continued to cover his mouth.

   was completely frightened in place.

   Damn me, Quan Moting was injured, did he accidentally stab him or someone else stabbed him?

Eh... Soon, Su Qingqing dispelled the first assumption with a dark face. Although Quan Moting acts like a pervert on weekdays, it's true, but perverted is torturing others. How could he stab himself? Fool.

  Since it's not the first type, then someone else was hurt. Thinking about such a **** plot, it seems that you can only watch it on TV. Since Quan Moting is injured, then...

   Can she take this opportunity to perform well and please him to hug her thick thighs?

   In case that guy is happy and gave her thousands of dollars, her small broken company is still worried that there is no steady flow of funds?

  Thinking of this, Su Qingqing's big clear eyes showed a shrewd and cunning light, and then she ran to the kitchen and brought a bowl of ginseng soup.

   "How did you get in?"

   Quan Moting was quite surprised to see Su Qingqing running to find him, but fortunately Nanfeng moved quickly and had already bandaged the wound.

   At this moment, he changed into a clean black shirt, except that his face was a little pale, and he could not see any difference.

   "Hey, why can't I come in, isn't this my bedroom?" She raised her eyebrows and motioned Nanfeng to stand aside.

  Nanfeng pouted and sighed while laughing, "Second brother, you are so lucky, I was so exhausted that I didn't even drink half a cup of hot tea."

  Humph, the second brother was hated when he didn't have a wife, but now he has a wife, which is enviable.

   "You have it too, go to the kitchen to serve it yourself, as much as you want."

  Su Qingqing doesn't like one thing over another. After being by Quan Moting's side for a long time, her face became thicker and thicker, "Second Master, don't you... don't it hurt?"

   The **** cloth strip on the table has not had time to deal with. Su Qingqing knew that it was not surprising, and Quan Moting did not intend to hide it from her.

   "If you want to know if it hurts, I'll give you a try?" He said lightly.

  The corners of Su Qingqing's mouth twitched fiercely, and she refused decisively, "That's okay, people are delicate and expensive, even if I want to try, I must be reluctant to bear it, right?"

   "Cough, can you two take care of my feelings?"

   Nanfeng was very frustrated, saying that the dog food was full today and could no longer eat it.

   Quan Moting didn't lift his eyelids, and coldly ordered the guests, "Don't leave, wait for me to leave you for supper?"

   "Okay, I won't disturb your young couple's love and affection."

With a sigh, Nan Feng did not forget to hook his lips and tease before he left, "Second brother, it's best not to exercise vigorously these days, even if you think about it, you have to restrain yourself, what will happen if you fight with blood? Shadow, I can't be responsible for this."

"roll!"

   The low roar of anger rang out. Compared with the treatment Nanfeng received, Su Qingqing instantly felt how gentle and gentle the second master was to her on weekdays.

   "You don't need to pay too much attention to that bastard. He's a solid guy, and he won't be slapped on the roof for three days." The man said lightly, with a different kind of intimacy between the lines.

  Su Qingqing scratched her head, smiled awkwardly, pointed to the ginseng soup on the table and said, "Aren't you injured? Drink more, if not enough."

   "Heh, you're doing your best to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, didn't you put poison in it?"

  The man chuckled lightly, his calm ink pupils shone with dim light, which was intriguing.

   "How is that possible!" Su Qingqing looked at his handsome face with a smile but not a smile, and complained, "It's like how good it is for me if you die."

   They are husband and wife now, and Quan Moting is dead, doesn't she want to be a widow?

  Bahahahah, don't think about those unlucky things.

  The man suddenly approached and whispered hoarsely against her ear, "If I die, all my property will be yours."

   "Second Master reminded me when he said that, so, wouldn't I become the richest woman in the world?"

   The girl's eyes are translucent, like a bright moon with few stars under the light. Gou Dequan Moting couldn't help but look twice, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, "So, does Madam really want me to die?"

  's waist suddenly tightened, the man just pulled slightly harder, Su Qingqing jumped into Quan Moting's arms unexpectedly, and the tip of her nose just touched his strong and **** chest muscles.

  Come on, this is not a chest thump!

  Su Qingqing blushed, and hurriedly raised her blushing face, "What nonsense are you talking about, you think your life is too long, I don't want to be a widow yet."

   "Heh, Madam is blaming me for not being able to satisfy you properly?"

   The man whispered softly in her ear, "Actually, I can ask you for it."

  Su Qingqing swallowed hard, his eyes naturally fell on his right chest, and licked his dry lips, "Second Master, I don't think now is the time to be brave, we will come to Japan for a long time."