Chapter 311: A man who does not live up to expectations
Chapter 311: A man who doesn’t live up to expectations
"I said boss, can you please stop covering my sight? Let me see the princess. I'm willing to pay you five hundred thousand taels!" This rich second generation who was really not afraid of cramps said to Nan Feng.
"Do you want to see the body of Princess Dongfangcheng?" Nan Feng turned around and asked him.
"No, Nan, you can't do this, I'm your wife!" Dongfang Jing could tolerate Nan Feng's behavior just now, but she couldn't do it if she was asked to take off her clothes in front of strangers.
"You also heard that it's not that I don't want to, but that she doesn't want to. Jing'er, go change clothes in the inner hall!" Nan Feng said with a smile, patting Dongfang Jing's elastic and pretty figure.
When Dongfang Jing entered the inner hall, Nan Feng stuffed the pair of pink panties on the table into the rich second-generation clothes, and then whispered to him softly in his ear: "Now the princess has entered the dressing room."
The clothes are gone, I'll give you a chance to take a peek, you should know that she doesn't have any clothes on her body, you will see those two places!"
When the second-generation rich man heard what Nan Feng said, he wanted to rush into the inner hall and take a peek, but he really couldn't walk. His limbs all over his body seemed to have lost consciousness, and he couldn't feel the existence of his own four feet.
He could still think about problems. The poor second-generation rich man couldn't move, so he came up with a plan and asked Nan Feng to carry him into the hall and take a peek.
Nan Feng stretched out his two fingers and kept rubbing them, asking him to give him money. However, this second-generation rich man couldn't move his limbs and couldn't give Nan Feng any money. He had to say softly to Nan Feng, "Tell Nan Feng."
He took it by himself from his waist. There were hundreds of thousands of taels of silver notes in his waist, but Nan Feng only got one hundred thousand taels.
After taking it, Nan Feng really hugged the rich second generation and slowly went deep into the inner hall, peeking at Dongfang Jing'er changing clothes.
"Nan Feng, do you still have those little ones? Can you give me another one?" Dongfang Jing shouted from inside.
"Okay, I'll give it to you now!" Nan Feng hugged this rich second generation and walked slower than Xuanwo Niu.
"I said you have nothing to do, why are you eating so heavily? You wait here for a while, I will go to Princess Jing'er!" Nan Feng put him on the ground and said.
As he watched Nan Feng duck into the inner hall, this second-generation rich man thought to himself: Am I really heavy? Why can't I move less than two meters after walking for a long time?
At this time, Dongfang Jing's murmurs began to be heard in the inner hall. The reason was that when Nan Feng walked into the inner hall, he saw Dongfang Jing naked on the ground. The exquisite curves and peaks made Nan Feng's hands move involuntarily.
Move on her.
"No, I want to get dressed. Can I stay with you when I get home?" Dongfang Jing said when she saw Nan Feng hugging her from behind with her hands still on the mountain.
"He's gone and will be fine soon, half an hour at most!"
"No, father and the others are still outside. You will see him when he comes in later, ah, ah!" Dongfang Jing has been looking at this guy Nan Feng for several days in a row. She feels very comfortable with that feeling. Just when Nan Feng came in
, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but scream, and then started to murmur.
Unfortunately, the guy outside felt uncomfortable. When he heard Dongfang Jing's murmur, he raised his head high, but he couldn't move.
Since Nan Feng and the three of them had not come out of the room for ten minutes after entering the room, the guests outside could not help but walk towards the room and approached the room. There were sounds of women's murmurs coming from inside. These sounds were the voices of the princess just now.
They were thinking: That white-haired boy wouldn't give Dongfang Jing to others, would he?
"Oh my god, what's going on? That boy can't sell his clothes, but he can also sell his own woman?" Lord Dongfang Fortress also heard the murmurs coming from inside, and looked at the businessmen he knew, his face not very bright.
No matter whether his daughter was given to the rich second generation or Nan Feng, he had no face, but he didn't dare to scream, he just cursed in his heart.
Just think about it, in this feudal society, it is already abnormal for a woman to dress like Dongfang Jing, and she is said to be a princess. But some people nodded and said:.
"I didn't expect the princess's scream to be so nice, it made me cry...
Half an hour later, Nan Feng and Dongfang Jing came out of the inner hall. However, Dongfang Jing was not wearing a short skirt and low-cut clothes at this time, but a gorgeous girl's long skirt. The peak beauty was still on her face.
Blushing, she took Nan Feng's right hand with her right hand and came out of the inner hall. The first thing she saw when she came out was the rich second generation standing there.
Although he couldn't move his limbs, his head and eyes could still move. When he saw Dongfang Jing come out, the rich second generation's eyes were fixed on her, carefully looking at Dongfang Jing's fair and rosy complexion. He was thinking to himself:
"I didn't expect the princess to be a...!"
"Nan Feng, didn't you just say that he left? Why is he still here?" Dongfang Jing saw the rich second generation who usually pursued her, and asked while squeezing the muscles of Nan Feng's waist with her right hand.
"If I didn't tell you, why would you tell me? You go out first!" Nan Feng said as if nothing had happened, patting Dongfang Jingqiao Qiaoqiao.
"I hate it. I have bad thoughts in my head all day long!" Dongfang Jing blushed and ran out of the room. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, the outside was filled with guests one after another. They saw Dongfang Jing walking out of the room.
After coming out of the room, they immediately dispersed and sat back in their seats.
And Dongfang Jing watched everyone disperse inexplicably, and her eyes fell on her father not far away. She saw that his face was as red as Dongfang Jing's. She felt sullen and angry in her heart, but seeing his baby
After his daughter came out, Lord Dongfang also ran to Dongfang Jing, leaned in her ear and asked her who she was with in the room just now?
"Dad, what are you talking about? What kind of thing?" Dongfang Jing asked.
"It's that kind of thing, it's like this!" Lord Dongfang Fortress didn't want to say it so openly, so he made a circle with his left hand and moved his right hand inside.
"Who else can I be with besides Nan Feng? Dad, you don't think I'm with that rich second generation, right? Although Nan Feng's behavior is a bit strange, I believe he won't give his woman to anyone else!"
Dongfang Jing still said good things to Nan Feng. It seemed that Dongfang Jing was really conquered by Nan Feng.
"Oh, nothing happens then. Do you want to go back with me now, or go back with that kid later?" Lord Dongfang Castle asked.
"I'll go back home with you, I'm very tired tonight too!"
In the room, Nan Feng did not come out immediately. Instead, he ran to the rich second generation and asked him if he felt good about what he heard just now. Then he slowly massaged his four feet. After massaging for five minutes, the rich second generation
Dai could move. When he could move, he ran into the inner hall as if he was looking for something, but in the end he still came out with a disappointed expression.
Nan Feng didn't know what he was looking for, but when Nan Feng saw him rushing into the inner hall, he was thinking: That boy wouldn't be looking for those things on the ground inside, would he?
The rich second generation came out of the inner hall dejectedly. With a hint of smile, he pulled Nan Feng to sit on the chair, and took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, about fifty thousand taels. He said to Nan Feng,
Nan Feng was asked to describe Jing'er's body to him, as well as what kind of movements Jing'er likes, etc.
Just like that, Nan Feng started talking to him, describing Dongfang Jing to him, saying how white and tender Dongfang Jing's skin was, how smooth it was, and how the thing felt when picked up, and where, go in
So what, with the language described by Nan Feng's 21st century culture, this rich second generation failed twice.