Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She don't talk to the little rascal.

Jiang Xiaogang went back to the bathroom to take care of the skin after he finished playing. He wiped the essence on the skin, wiped the cream after the essence, and looked at the mirror left and right.

No, I have to ask Zhou Xufang to buy him another eye cream.

Finally, the body lotion was wiped off, Jiang Zhi turned the faucet to the maximum and made a call: "Go and check, where does Su Qinghou live."

Jiang Zhi came out after the sound of water rang for a long time.

"Xu Fang."

"Ok."

Jiang Zhi took the car key: "I want to go out, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Zhou Xufang asked: "Where to go?"

Jiang Zhi lied casually: "Go to Baoyi to get facial cream."

Zhou Xufang pierced him: "Go to Su Qinghou?"

This girl's emotional quotient has replenished her IQ.

Jiang Zhi had to admit honestly: "Yeah."

Su Qinghou saw that the visitors were unkind, so of course he couldn't wait to die.

Zhou Xufang was worried: "I will go with you."

"No." Jiang Zhi grabbed her hand and placed it on her belly. "You only need to take care of Lu Erdan."

Oh, to add, Jiang Erdan and his dad changed their surnames, called Lu Erdan.

Zhou Xufang hesitated and listened to Jiang Zhi: "Then you have to be careful and call me if you have anything."

"Okay." Jiang Zhi leaned his face over, "Kiss me."

Zhou Xufang "No kiss, you have skin care products on your face."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Who did he wipe this for!

Kunpeng Hotel.

A glazed lamp was hung above the dining table in the suite. The light from top to bottom illuminates people's faces whitely. The beef on the dinner plate was cut into pieces, and the knife and fork were rubbing, making a harsh sound.

Su Qinghou only ate one piece, took a piece of paper, and vomited it out: "The meat is too old."

Su Chan stood by: "I will let the restaurant redo."

He put down the knife and fork and poured a glass of red wine: "First change the bed."

"If you want to change to an operating table, you have to wait tomorrow."

Su Chan knows his habits. He rarely sleeps in bed. As for why he sleeps on the operating table, it is probably related to Su Dingzhi.

He didn't speak, his face was so dark as to look like something.

Just now she went to pick him up. The road was not far from the Yuquan Bay where Zhou Xufang lived. When she got there, Su Lihua was there, and there was a driver who cursed Su Lihua there.

Both my uncles and nephews looked bad.

"Why are you alone on the road?" Su Chan asked cautiously, "Where's King, isn't he accompanying?"

Su Qinghou put down the wine glass and turned to look at her: "Why, where do I need to report to you?"

She spoke quickly and couldn't hold back: "Are you going to Zhou—"

Before Zhou Xufang could pronounce the three words, he took the knife from the plate and threw it at her. He used a lot of force, and the blade had just brushed her face and nailed it to the painting behind.

A pair of azure blue eyes narrowed slightly, like the sea after a storm, already calm, but still surging in the depths.

"Change beds." He said, "Change now."

Su Chan lowered his head and saw a strand of hair falling on the ground, his palms were sweaty: "Yes."

He was angry because Zhou Xufang.

ten minutes later.

The waiter pushed the dining car over: "Room service."

The man guarding the door knocked on the door and asked for instructions in English. After receiving the answer, he opened the door and let the waiter into the room.

After half an hour.

The dining car came for the second time.

The man at the door said in English: "No service was called."

The "waiter" who came this time was very tall and strong. His height was 1.9 meters. The clothes of the waiter didn't fit him well. He was tight. He said, "It's free."

The man is very wary: "You—"

The "waiter" immediately picked up the towel under the plate cover, pressed the man's shoulder, and covered his mouth and nose.

The man only struggled twice before fainting.

The "waiter" dragged him aside and took out his cell phone: "Boss, it's solved."

He just finished talking--

Click, click, click.

With three beeps, the left, right, and opposite rooms opened. There were six in total, four blacks and two whites, each of whom was tall and sturdy.

"Waitress" Ah Wan: "..."

He was so innocent, he thought Su Qinghou was a bodyguard.

He raised his hand and showed a simple smile: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." Six bodyguards pushed in at him, he was anxious, and even the crappy English popped out, "mi, mi, mistake."

It is estimated that his spoken language is not good enough, and the other people are still pressing hard as if they did not understand.

Ah Wan suddenly panicked, and stepped back a few steps. After looking around, he fixed his eyes and found the savior: "Boss!"

Two saviors came, still with their bare hands.

Jiang Zhi was wearing a black sweater, and he buttoned his hat: "Leave it to you outside." He took a cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Qiao Nanchu, "If you can't hit it, press the 9th button."

Qiao Nanchu rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the bodyguards: "If I am fired by the police, I will take care of JC Medical. You will step down and make me coffee."

Jiang Zhi took off the watch: "Yes."

Qiao Nanchu moved his wrists and walked on the left.

Jiang Zhi turned to the right, just when his hand touched the handle, the man on the left kicked it over. Jiang Zhi flashed sideways, grabbed the man's ankle, and yanked it back. At the same time, his knees were pushed up.

The man screamed on the ground.

Jiang Zhi kicked him away and opened the door.

"despair."

The door was closed by him.

At the same time, a gun was pointed at his head, the light was not turned on, and Su Qinghou's voice was slightly panting: "Surnamed Jiang."

Jiang Zhi corrected: "The last name is Lu."

He turned on the light directly, then turned around, held Su Qinghou's wrist, smashed it forcefully, and grabbed the gun: "Do you feel weak?"