Chapter 200 Stimulation

The second day, Murong Qingyun went to the construction site to move bricks as usual. As soon as he arrived at the construction site, the little boy shouted at him as a brother in front of him. I really don't understand the situation. For this kind of carelessness, Murong Qingyun's judgment is that it is a traitor or a thief. After all, the change after another night is also a little big.

The little boy specially bought a bag of Soft China and handed the cigarette to Murong Qingyun with both hands with a smile on his face. I didn't pick up the children's cigarettes, but I don't like to smoke that brand of cigarettes. Although his brand of cigarettes is very cheap, he is used to the taste. I'm really not used to changing the taste.

Murong Qingyun looked at his face patting the horse with a suspicious look and felt funny and said, "What's the matter? Tell me directly."

"Brother, I saw a very beautiful fairy sister driving a good car to pick you up last night. She is so beautiful, and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The little boy's face was about to smile, and he stared at him closely and said, "How do you know each other? Since you can attach a daughter, you don't have to come to the construction site to do hard work.

Murong Qingyun saw his drooling appearance and felt that the child had no hair. Why was he so beautiful? Thinking of this, I burst into laughter. After all, I am more erotic than him at the age of a little boy. Beauty is a scarce resource and is always coveted by men. The little boy has been born, so it is normal to show the unique nature of a man.

Murong Qingyun didn't show any feelings about his approach to himself, so he talked to people and said ghosts, "We are classmates. I don't know if she is a daughter or not. After all, she didn't tell me. Brother is a man with backbone. Although I am currently a bricklayer, I am determined to do it as a career.

"Don't be modest! In the future, I said that I don't have to follow you. The little boy flattered and said, "When I first saw my eldest brother, I felt the same."

Don't look at his young age and very good at things, which makes Murong Qingyun feel ridiculous about his "precociousness". I just haven't experienced too much ignorance when I was young, so I always feel that there is something missing in life. The respect he showed where the little boy is is an illusion. If his goal is achieved, he will have no use value.

If you get along with each other for a few days and talk about some "three vulgar" topics, there will be no real friendship. The only thing he is curious about is that the little boy learned this from there. Is it possible that his social habits were dyed from the relatives of the contractor or his girlfriend? The reason why I didn't say anything is that I am more and more disgusted with this little boy.

When the little boy saw Murong Qingyun buried his head and carried the bricks without saying a word, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking. However, he still flatters him as usual. After all, the pleasant words are like fairy music. Although Murong Qingyun has not practiced to be as invulnerable as his mother, he has practiced to a certain height. As for the little boy's flattering magic skills that don't have much technical content, he is completely in a state of hearinglessness, thinking that it will take him a long time for him to practice the magic skills.

One morning, Murong Qingyun listened to the little boy talking with a blank face and carefully carried part of the bricks that belonged to him. He has neither opposition nor support for this, just like encouraging him to create and exercise his eloquence. As a teacher, I can also help him develop his potential.

Zhou Shiya suddenly called Murong Qingyun and needed to discuss some venture capital companies. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I'm sure I won't say it on the phone and ask for an interview. In a dilemma, he could only make an appointment with her to talk in the half hour at noon. That half hour is a precious time for my own lunch.

Zhou Shiya is extremely dissatisfied with this. After all, the two are partners and boyfriends and girlfriends. Now, she feels like an appointment relationship between strangers by Murong Qingyun, and she is naturally dissatisfied. Murong Qingyun had no choice but to agree to eat and chat while having lunch, which calmed her anger.

The attitude softened a lot, Zhou Shiya and Murong Qingyun agreed on a time, so they drove their BMW red Z4 to the construction site to pick him up. When she arrived, it was time to get off work, which made him once again the object of envy and hatred of his workmates. After all, the visual impact of sports cars and beautiful women was very great. People who have not been needed for a long time are more likely to be stimulated once they see beautiful women.

The little boy can't resist his excitement. After all, this sister is a little better-looking than the previous sister. The big guy began to speculate about the whereof of Murong Qingyun, and the agreement reached was that the rich man came here to experience life. They think that rich people have nothing to do and toss around.

Zhou Shiya was surprised to see Murong Qingyun's dress and face at first sight. She rubbed her eyes twice and thought she was wrong. It was not until Murong Qingyun opened the co-pilot's door very calmly and calmly and sat in. The moment he closed the door made her feel that she was not dreaming. However, his dignity really knocked her down.

The first stop for the two went was not the restaurant but the bank. Five million yuan of start-up funds need to be transferred to Zhou Shiya's account, take out a golden book by the way, and give it to her when she and she finish doing things in **. Murong Qingyun, who hasn't seen her for many days, feels that she is getting more and more interesting and wants to soothe each other's hearts.

After Zhou Shiya parked the car at the door of the bank, the two got off at the same time. People can't believe what they see in their eyes. Beauty and migrant workers are a completely different combination of two concepts, which makes them feel the coexistence of heaven and hell. Fortunately, it was lunch time, and there was little traffic. Otherwise, the two would definitely be surrounded by a group of people and decided that the beautiful woman was deliberately fired as themselves. Of course, migrant workers are the green leaves that accompany beautiful women.

The two walked to a counter window, and Murong Qingyun sat on a chair without gentlemanly manner. He has been busy all morning, but he is still a little tired. After all, he does heavy physical work. Zhou Shiya, who sits all day, stands for one stop, which is conducive to dredge the meridians. At least, his subjective is for her good. However, she will not appreciate him.

The two entered the bank, and all the people present were completely confused about the situation. Murong Qingyun handled the transfer business of 5 million yuan, which made the small staff feel more inexplicable. It is absolutely a myth that migrant workers support beautiful women. It must be a legend that beautiful women support migrant workers. The little clerk has been watching this wonderful combination for a long time. If Zhou Shiya hadn't reminded her, I'm afraid she would have felt that she hadn't woken up and dreamed.

Murong Qingyun and Zhou Shiya, who finished their first business, came to the VIP area and walked into the private vault for valuables under the leadership of a bank staff. The two waited patiently in a small closed room for the bank staff to pick up the portable safe. In a quarter of an hour, the bank staff took Murong Qingyun's safe and retreated out without any words. He entered the password in front of her, opened the safe, took out a golden spear in his hand, and closed the door of the safe again.

"Why do you, a man, still store some things used by ancient women in the bank?" Zhou Shiya asked curiously.

Murong Qingyun inserted the golden hairpin into her hair, knowing that no one would deliberately break into this private space. He looked like a hooligan and said, "Women who have a close relationship with me will receive this kind of small gift."

Zhou Shiya, who has a high IQ, suddenly understood his words and exhaled. She joked and said with her true thoughts: "I see that you have a lot of hairpins in you, so I conclude that you still have a big appetite! Your confidants will definitely be indispensable in the future. Take care of yourself. Our company still needs you very much.

"I decided to take full responsibility for you and be a boss." Murong Qingyun stared at her two little white rabbits.

Zhou Shiya, who didn't have time to answer, was stopped by the bold Murong Qingyun. He pecked on her mouth coldly, with a big smile on his face, grabbed her upturned buttocks with the other hand and kneaded them hard, and moved up a short distance, trying to take off his trousers.

Zhou Shiya was shocked and whispered, "You want to die!" This is the bank.

"I know this is a bank." Murong Qingyun didn't worry at all and suggested, "Let's have a stimulus."

This closed single room is specially prepared by the bank for VIP customers to take care of some valuable items on their behalf, and this service is a paid service of the bank. From time to time, rich people come here to see their jewelry, antiques, jade and so on. It is normal for rich people to stay in it for a long time. After all, it takes time to appreciate their collections.

If there is no need for VIP customers, the bank staff will not enter and disturb without authorization, so they give Murong Qingyun a crazy idea. I want to practice together with Zhou Shiya here. In broad daylight, it is inevitable to do that in such a semi-public place. He can only choose her as the object of implementation. After all, she is a woman who likes excitement and challenges. Murong Qingyun was not sure that she would agree to her request, but he knew that only she could agree to her crazy idea. Yang Mengmeng and Bai Bing will definitely not agree to their absurd request.