What do you think of a handsome man, a beautiful woman wearing business attire and sexy black stockings, and a soft white sofa?
An island art film? Or a serious negotiation?
In fact, Yan Murong felt that this was more like an interrogation, and that what he was facing might be a torture to extract a confession-----However, this situation did not seem to be very suitable for extorting a confession.
Teng Xiangling pulled Yan Murong all the way without starting the car, and trotted back to her apartment. Then he took out the key and opened the door, pulled Yan Murong into the house, and pressed him on the sofa with a charming smile on his face.
looked at him.
A man and a woman alone, in the dark - in broad daylight, could she possibly want to take away her virginity?
Yan Murong was thinking wildly, considering whether to resist later or pretend to resist first and then cooperate vigorously, but Teng Xiangling came to the kitchen on high heels, then boiled a pot of water with a quick kettle, and then turned on the TV
He took out a pack of unlabeled tea leaves from the drawer under the cabinet, randomly grabbed a handful and threw it into the cup, then poured hot water on it and put it in front of Yan Murong.
"Murong, you drink tea." Teng Xiangling looked like a virtuous little wife and said to Yan Murong in a soft voice. Then he put his hands alternately in front of his lower abdomen and looked at Yan with two big talking eyes.
Murong seemed to be looking forward to him tasting his tea art.
When things go wrong, there must be a monster. Yan Murong knows this truth very well - counting the times he has just gotten off the plane, he can count the number of times he has met Teng Xiangling on one hand, but he has already seen through this woman.
, the definition given to her is also -----a demon-like woman.
Why do you describe her as a woman like a demon? It's very simple. This woman has a changeable personality and is full of bad qualities. Yan Murong can't see through her. Moreover, she has many characteristics of women at the same time. Sometimes she is cool and noble.
, like a high-ranking queen, wearing professional clothes, and like an intellectual and elegant royal sister, when she smiles - she looks like a female devil when she smiles.
"Sister, what did I do wrong? Tell me, should I still be okay?" Yan Murong said with a sad face.
"You did nothing wrong." Teng Xiangling said with a smile. "Murong, why did you ask that?"
"Since I did nothing wrong-----why do you want to poison me with tea?"
"-----" Teng Xiangling's expression suddenly changed, but she quickly endured it.
"Murong, let me ask you, what is your ideal?"
"Ideal?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling who sat down and blew the cup of tea gently. "I have no ideal."
"-----" Teng Xiangling was speechless again, an evil fire in her heart suddenly rushed to her heart-----Why are you so tired talking to this idiot?
No ideals? How can people have no ideals? Even if you say vulgar things like money and beautiful women, that’s fine.
The famous Chinese comedy master Zhou Xingxing once said ----- If a person has no ideals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?
"Do you want Chinese medicine to be promoted? Do you want Chinese medicine to be recognized by people? Do you want Chinese medicine to become famous all over the world?" Teng Xiangling resisted the urge to put the hot tea and the cup on Yan Murong's head and asked.
"I want to." Yan Murong nodded and said, "But this goal is too far away. Maybe I can achieve it one day, or maybe I won't be able to achieve it the day I enter the coffin."
"I can help you." Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong with her big, watery eyes and said with a serious expression.
"Can you help me?" Yan Murong was stunned. "How can you help me?"
Yan Murong himself also knows that it is not easy to promote traditional Chinese medicine. This is not like buying Chinese cabbage on the street. You can buy as much as you want - to put it more tackily, any ideal is based on money.
Obviously, Teng Xiangling also knew this.
"I can help you make money." Teng Xiangling said confidently. "I not only have a master's degree in traditional Chinese medicine, but also a master's degree in financial management."
"I have no money to invest." Yan Murong said honestly.
The old man is too stingy and never gives himself money, and he doesn't want to ask his family for money - it can be said that it is more difficult to ask him for money now than to ask him for a virginity.
"I know you don't have money." Teng Xiangling said with a smile. "But I have money. In this case, wouldn't things be much easier? ----- I will provide the money, you will provide the technology, and we will split it 50-50. Why?
Sample?"
"No." Yan Murong said firmly. No matter how stupid he was, he now understood what Teng Xiangling wanted to do.
When Zhong Zhenguo hung up the phone and Teng Xiangling came to take him home, he had already guessed something. But now, he was even more certain.
Hearing Yan Murong's rejection, Teng Xiangling's expression suddenly changed. The gentle and virtuous temperament just now was thrown out of her body, and the devil possessed her again.
"Do you want to die?" Teng Xiangling's two delicate eyebrows were knitted together, and she stared at Yan Murong with a ferocious expression. It seemed that as long as Yan Murong said the answer she didn't want to hear, she would open her mouth.
mouth, then tear him apart and eat him piece by piece.
"I-----I don't want to die." Yan Murong said carefully, remembering a ditty often sung by Wang Ergou in the mountains.
The young monk went down the mountain to change his mind, and the old monk had an explanation.
The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you encounter one, run away quickly.
Yan Murong felt that he was very unfortunate. Instead of running away from the tiger, he actually saved the tiger. What was even more tragic was that he slept in the tiger's cage and then became entangled with the tiger.
"If you don't want to die, just agree to my conditions." Teng Xiangling said, and suddenly the conversation changed again, and she once again returned to the state of a good wife, a loving mother, and a young daughter-in-law.
"Murong, I don't do this to make money. You and I have the same ideal. However, I can never achieve this ideal by myself. Do you understand me?"
Yan Murong looked at her sincere expression and was a little dazed for a moment - How about agreeing to her?
After thinking for a while, Yan Murong said seriously. "I can promise you, but if I don't show up, you will be responsible for everything."
"No problem." Seeing Yan Murong agree, Teng Xianglin's face lit up with joy. "For our common ideal, I am willing to give everything."
Giving up everything? Yan Murong thought to herself, is her condition too low? If she said that she wanted her body, she didn't know how she would react - whether she would sacrifice herself for her ideals, or give herself a loud
Big mouth?
Teng Xiangling was impatient. Seeing Yan Murong agree, he couldn't help but pulled him up and said, "Let's go to the bank now."