Siheyuan: A romantic village doctor, making trouble

Chapter 182 No Fight, No Honesty

Wang Wancang returned to his residence, very angry.

Secretary Yourong came in to report the situation, but was immediately scolded and sent away by him.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

After hearing the sound in the office and seeing Yourong coming out of Wang Wancang's office, Daman came over and asked hurriedly.

"Haha, who knows what's wrong with him again, maybe he forgot to take his medicine!"

The problem of Wang Wancang's drug use was not a secret at all among the top management of the company, and everyone knew it.

Then he saw the company’s security manager with a big beard enter Wang Mancang’s office.

"Did you find out where Zhang Jianjun came from last time I asked you to?"

The bearded man shook his head and said.

"This person seems to have appeared out of nowhere. It's hard to find any information about him!"

"All we can find out is that he has booked a presidential suite in a hotel for a long time."

"And I will live in that hotel in the future."

"In addition, we found that he had multiple houses in Shuxiang Yayuan Community, but we did not find any companies under his name."

"I said he's not in the insurance business?"

Wang Wancang stared at the bearded man and asked.

The bearded man nodded and said, "We can't be sure what his main business is, but based on this asset alone, it can be considered quite valuable."

Wang Wancang wondered if there were too many people who owned more than a dozen houses, and Zhang Jianjun was not a particularly outstanding one.

"No matter how he came here, I demand that he disappear from this world."

Wang Wancang stared at the bearded man viciously and spoke word by word.

The bearded man was shocked. It was rare for him to see Wang Wancang give such an order.

"Manager Wang, are you sure? This is punishable by execution?"

Wang Wancang chuckled.

"If you do it cleanly, there won't be any mistakes. I'll give you 200 million."

He was still a little hesitant, but when the bearded man heard the price he kept saying.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it."

Wang Wancang waved his hand and asked the bearded man to go out. Then he took out a bottle of medicine from the table and took two pills.

Thinking about what would happen today, Wang Wancang angrily threw the things on the table to the ground.

Then he pressed the call bell, and soon Yourong came to the office and saw a mess of materials on the floor.

Yourong was about to squat down to pick up the materials on the ground, but Wang Wanchang pulled her over.

"Mad, I asked you to reject me!"

Wang Wancang yelled, grabbed Yourong and threw her onto the sofa.

"I asked you to reject me!"

"Look, I'm going to beat you to death today"

As Wang Wancang spoke, he pulled out his belt and hit Yourong on the back.

"what!"

Yourong screamed.

Instead, it aroused Wang Wancang's animal desires.

He whipped her again and again with a velvet leather belt, which fell on Yourong's back and legs. Every part of her body was swimming. She could only protect her face desperately and curled up on the sofa, allowing Wang Wancang to whip her.

"Come here and kneel down!"

Wang Wancang was finally tired of fighting and yelled at Yourong.

Yourong touched the wounds on his body, trembling, kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying? There's nothing to cry about!"

When Wang Wancang saw Yourong crying, he immediately scolded her.

Yourong could only hold back his tears. He knew that this was Wang Wancang's usual behavior, he would go crazy every time after taking the medicine.

"Damn it, you women are all like this, you won't behave unless you're beaten!"

Three minutes later, Yourong came out of the office.

Daman saw that Yourong’s face and body were covered with wounds, and her clothes were torn, revealing the scars underneath.

"Did he hit you again?"

Yourong nodded and said to Daman, "You drank too much medicine again!"

"From what he said, it seems like he was rejected by the future."

Daman laughed disdainfully after hearing this. "It's normal for a pervert like him to be rejected."

Yourong nodded in agreement. Even after taking drugs, Wang Wancang only lasted one or two minutes.

"Why would you take this kind of job? Next time if he takes drugs again, just don't go over there."

Daman really didn't understand Yourong's behavior. He shouldn't be so short of money. If Wang Wancang failed one day, his life would be in danger.

Yourong said with a wry smile.

"I don't have any special skills and my education level is low, so it's not easy to find a job that pays so much."

Although Daman and Youyong are both in the public relations department, they are two sharp weapons used by Wang Wancang to open up the market, but Daman and Yourong are still different, and Yourong has a relatively lower bottom line.

Daman is relatively more persistent, but on the contrary, many orders that Yourong cannot get can be taken by Daman, which is very strange.

In the Aegean Western Restaurant. After Wang Mancang left, Zhang Jianjun and Jiang Lai sat in the restaurant.

“The steak here is pretty good!”

After they finished eating, they were about to leave but were stopped by the waiter.

"Hello sir, please settle the bill!"

"Check out. Didn't the gentleman just pay the bill?"

The waiter nodded and said.

"That gentleman didn't pay the bill!"

Zhang Jianjun couldn't help but curse. "You're here to pay me!"

"Call that gentleman and ask him to come back to settle the bill!"

The waiter looked at Zhang Jianjun and said helplessly, "Sir, we don't have the contact information of that gentleman. And if you are friends dining together, you should pay the bill."

Zhang Jianjun waved his hand and said to him, "Alas, you are wrong. He and I are not friends, so I will only take my share. As for his share, he will pay for it himself."

"Sir, please don't embarrass us, okay? If you don't pay the bill, we'll have to ask the waiter to pay for it."

Zhang Jianjun looked at him and said, "Then go find that bastard and come back."

He will stand up like this in the future. But he was stopped by Zhang Jianjun.

"Whoever pays should pay. I won't pay that bastard."

The waiter had no choice but to call the restaurant manager.

The manager, wearing a pair of glasses and dressed in formal attire, was listening carefully to the dispute.

"Sir, should we call the police if you say that?"

The restaurant manager said to Zhang Jianjun

"I told you I'll only pay the portion we should pay. Whoever ate the rest will you ask to pay?"

The manager was also helpless when he heard Zhang Jianjun say this. If he called the police, it would affect the business and the image of the restaurant.

In the end, the restaurant manager had no choice but to take a step back and agree to Zhang Jianjun's request.

Zhang Jianjun hugged Jiang Lai and walked out of the restaurant.

"Where are you going next?" Zhang Jianjun asked.

"Please take me back to the hotel. I'll pack for tonight's flight back to the Magic City."

Zhang Jianjun nodded and sent Jiang Lai back to the hotel.

Then he returned to his room and saw Xu Hongdou already asleep on the sofa.

He was covered with his own windbreaker.

Perhaps because she was too tired and nervous last night, Xu Hongdou slept very soundly.

When Zhang Jianjun looked at Xu Hongdou, she looked like a pink doll, very beautiful and cute.

He gently came to Xu Hongdou and covered her with clothes.

Xu Hongdou slept very soundly.

Zhang Jianjun smiled.

Song Qian sent a message on the phone.

It turned out that Song Qian discovered a special smell in her bedroom yesterday.

After smelling it carefully, Song Qian was immediately stunned. As someone who had experienced it, she certainly knew what this fishy smell was!

But Zhang Jianjun clearly rejected me yesterday.

And this smell should be from before I came back.

She thought about it carefully and realized that Yingzi was the only one at home at that time.

"No, Zhang Jianjun won't do that!"

Song Qian didn't know what to do for a moment?

Ask Yingzi in person?

What if it’s not?

I'm almost a senior in high school.

Song Qian didn't dare to ask rashly.

After struggling for a whole night, Song Qian decided to ask Zhang Jianjun.

So during her breaks at work, she secretly sent messages to Zhang Jianjun.

See Song Qian’s message.

Zhang Jianjun smiled.

"Teacher Song, what are you wearing today?"

Zhang Jianjun's message was sent.

Song Qian was speechless: "Jianjun, I have something to talk to you about!"

Zhang Jianjun thought that it was because he rejected Song Qian yesterday that she was now burning with desire.

"Dear, Teacher Song, I want to know what you are wearing now?"

Song Qian was helpless. Seeing that no one among her colleagues was paying attention to her, she sent a message to Zhang Jianjun.

"It's just a normal outfit!"

"A black suit on top and a one-piece skirt on the bottom!"

Zhang Jianjun chuckled and said, "Let's take a picture and see!"

Song Qian hesitated for a moment, but still followed Zhang Jianjun's request and took a selfie!

Send it to Zhang Jianjun.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Jianjun saw Song Qian dressed like a professional elite and was worthy of being a gold medal teacher.

"I want to see what's down there!"

When Song Qian received Zhang Jianjun's message, her breathing became a little rapid and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Asshole, I came to him to ask something, but he asked me to do such a shameful thing.

However, Song Qian was also a little excited. This was a brand new experience, and her hands were even shaking a little.

Song Qian carefully observed her colleagues around her. Fortunately, she was at the innermost part and could see the situation in the entire office.

It was difficult for others to notice what was happening here.

Song Qian sat up straight, took a picture of her legs and sent it over.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Song Qian's message came with an angry emoticon.

Zhang Jianjun smiled: The gold medal teacher is really different, the silk wrapped tightly around the round thighs.

"Teacher Song, you are so pretty."

Song Qian read the message and smiled contentedly.

"Can you move the camera up 3 centimeters?"

Song Qian's cheeks turned even redder, and she secretly pouted: "Little pervert, you really know how to play!"

Song Qian did not hate Zhang Jianjun because of his request. Instead, she was immersed in this atmosphere.

It feels like the two of them are just a couple in love now.

Song Qian adjusted the shooting angle and sent it to Zhang Jianjun.

"Okay, no more requests."

Zhang Jianjun was so excited that a top teacher like Song Qian was actually playing this with him.

Song Qian was waiting for Zhang Jianjun's reply, smiling foolishly while holding her phone.

"Teacher Song!"

When Song Qian heard someone calling her, she almost dropped her phone.

She packed up in a hurry and turned her phone to black screen, fearing that her chat history with Zhang Jianjun would be seen by others.

In that case, I'll just have to find a job.

"what's up?"

"The teaching seminar is about to start. Don't be late!"

"Okay, got it!"

Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief and saw that Zhang Jianjun had not replied to the message yet.

"Humph, you just ignore me now that you got it!"

Song Qian was a little disappointed. This little interaction with Zhang Jianjun made her feel twenty years younger.

I often hear girls who have just graduated chatting on the phone with their boyfriends in the office.

Sometimes she would sneak into the corner and I didn’t know what she was saying, but she always came back with a red face.

Now Song Qian knew what they were talking about.

Arriving at the teaching and research office, Song Qian found an inconspicuous seat and sat down.

Some people were wondering why Teacher Song, who usually occupied the C position, chose a corner today.

But no one thought much about it, as the leader above began to speak.

On this side, Song Qian held the mobile phone tightly in her hand, fearing that she would miss Zhang Jianjun's message.

The leader above was speaking with great excitement, and Song Qian had no intention of listening at all.

Song Qian's cell phone vibrated, and she looked down and saw that it was a message from Zhang Jianjun.

But the content made her blush.

"Clap!"

Song Qian's pen fell.

"what happened?"

Hearing the voice, many people looked at Song Qian.

"Ah, the leader just spoke so well that I got so excited that the pen fell from my hand."

Song Qian said casually.

The leader was very happy to hear this.

"Look, this is the gold medal teacher. Everyone should learn from Teacher Song."

There was warm applause.

Song Qian smiled awkwardly, "Leader, I want to go to the bathroom."

The leader nodded.

"Everyone continue to listen to me!"

Song Qian fled from the meeting room, her heart still pounding.

She came to the bathroom.

Find the innermost grid.

Locked the door.

He took out his cell phone with trembling hands and read the message from Zhang Jianjun again.

"Ugly thing, who wants to see this!"

But even though she said this in her heart, her eyes never left.

Following are the text and emoticons sent by Zhang Jianjun.

"Bad thing!"

As Song Qian said this, she opened the door and looked around. There was no one in the bathroom.

Only then did he feel relieved and locked the lattice door.

Take photos according to Zhang Jianjun's request.

Send it.

"I was in a meeting just now, and you almost scared me to death. If anyone saw this, I would be completely screwed."

Zhang Jianjun saw the photos sent by Song Qian in the bathroom.

A gold medal teacher is taking photos according to his own requirements.

The sharp contrast made Zhang Jianjun very excited.

Then I sent it over: "This is how you can experience a different feeling."

"I think you like it too, right? Come and try another pose!"

Song Qian was nervous because of Zhang Jianjun's request.

But I also felt an unprecedented excitement.

It seems even more fascinating than the first time.

Song Qian had unknowingly become addicted to this kind of chat.

Take photos according to Zhang Jianjun's request.

The content of their chats became increasingly rich.

Just when Song Qian was immersed in the chat.

Someone outside said, "This Song Qian is really good at flattering people."

"She was fine though. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom and never came back. We had to listen to an extra hour of nonsense!"

Song Qian is very nervous now, afraid that someone will discover her.

When Song Qian heard the noise outside, her hands shook and her phone almost fell into the toilet.

She quickly cleaned herself up, washed her face hastily, and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

When I returned to the conference room, the meeting was over and my colleagues were leaving one after another.

She packed her things and was about to go home when her cell phone suddenly rang. It was Zhang Jianjun calling.

Song Qian's heartbeat quickened as she picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mr. Song, I received the photos. They are really beautiful."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhang Jianjun's voice.

Song Qian's face instantly turned red.

"You...don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not kidding, that's art."

Zhang Jianjun said with a smile.

"you......"

Song Qian didn't know what to say. She actually enjoyed this kind of interaction with Zhang Jianjun, but she felt a little embarrassed.

"By the way, Mr. Song, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."

Zhang Jianjun continued.

Song Qian was delighted and agreed. She knew what this meal might mean, and she was looking forward to further development with Zhang Jianjun...

evening,