The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

While listening to Xiao Weiwei's complaints, Ye Zhibing watched Young Master Lan and those who expected him to lose.

Do you really think that brother has no such ability?

In Ye Zhibing's eyes, Mr. Lan is like a trash. The reason why he took so long to win him is just to make everyone laugh.

Now that Xiao Weiwei is urging Ye Zhibing to go down to find her and take her to the bar, Ye Zhibing doesn't intend to continue playing this game.

After listening to the call, Ye Zhibing put the phone in his pocket, and asked Mr. Lan with a smile: "Mr. Lan, are you really not giving way?"

Mr. Lan said arrogantly: "No, why should I give way to a dog."

Ye Zhibing leaned forward, put his mouth close to Mr. Lan's face within three to five centimeters, and said something softly.

Seeing Ye Zhibing's action, the onlookers thought that the two big men were going to do something, so they couldn't help closing their eyes, embarrassed to watch.

After Ye Zhibing finished speaking, Mr. Lan's face was pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

Ye Zhibing reached out and patted Young Master Lan's shoulder lightly, "Get out of the way, Young Master Lan."

Mr. Lan obediently got out of the way as if under a spell.

Ye Zhibing laughed and walked forward.

The onlookers opened their eyes to see this scene and were shocked.

What!The dignified Mr. Lan of the Lan family gave way to an unknown pawn, and he did not hesitate to bear the label of "bad dog" on his back!

More people felt sorry for their bet just now, it was all white money, and it was "confiscated" by Ye Zhibing just like that!

It's so f*cking distressing.

Several people who had made big bets beat their chests and feet, and almost cried.

But there are also people who are curious about what Ye Zhibing said and did to Mr. Lan just now, so that the famous Mr. Lan obediently made way.

They looked at Young Master Lan and saw that Young Master Lan seemed to have lost his soul at the moment, staring blankly at the ground, as if thinking deeply about why the pattern of the floor tiles was this pattern of squares within squares instead of other patterns.

But they were just looking at it, and they didn't dare to go up to ask Mr. Lan.

Who knows if Mr. Lan will become angry from embarrassment and beat K and them hard.

After all, they are not the young man just now, there is nothing that can make Mr. Lan afraid of them.

And only they are afraid of Mr. Lan's family background and strength.

The manager of the restaurant felt that Mr. Lan should be concerned, so he asked Mr. Lan softly, "Do you want to go into the private room and take a rest?"

Mr. Lan nodded, and the manager of the restaurant supported Mr. Lan, walked into the box step by step, and then closed the door.

The people outside the door couldn't see what was going on inside, so they had to leave annoyed.

Besides, Ye Zhibing has gained a lot, winning so much money, it means that all the consumption tonight is paid by others.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked down the stairs slowly humming a little song, and he saw Xiao Weiwei sitting on the sofa in the hall at a glance.

Xiao Weiwei is actually a hot beauty, wearing a pair of black leather shorts, black fishnet stockings, and red high-heeled leather sandals today, alluring and seductive.

But at this moment Xiao Weiwei seemed very angry, her fiery red lips were tightly pressed together, her beautiful eyes were staring at the goldfish bowl not far away in a daze.

Ye Zhibing walked up to Xiao Weiwei, showing a smile, "Miss Xiao, are you okay?"

Xiao Weiwei turned her head to look at Ye Zhibing, and rolled her eyes, "What a fart, I went out for a walk just now, and my legs are sore. Come on, give this old lady a squeeze."

Ye Zhibing was greatly surprised by Xiao Weiwei's request, "Miss Xiao, are you sure?"

"Hurry up, my calf is sore." Xiao Weiwei urged impatiently.

Ye Zhibing threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, squatted down in front of Xiao Weiwei, and looked at Xiao Weiwei's calf.

Xiao Weiwei's fair skin was exposed under the black fishnet stockings, and the slender blue blood vessels could be seen clearly.

The shape of the calf is extremely beautiful, and the curve is so elegant that it seems to be specially designed by the creator. Ye Zhibing couldn't help but admire when he saw it: "What a beautiful leg!"

Xiao Weiwei heard Ye Zhibing's sincere admiration, and felt a little special in her heart, but she didn't give Ye Zhibing a good look on her face.

"Ye Zhibing, have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, pinch it for me."

Ye Zhibing subconsciously said, "I haven't seen enough."

How can such beautiful legs be enough?I can't get enough of it for a year.

Xiao Weiwei reached out and patted Ye Zhibing's forehead, "Hurry up, squeeze it for me, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Zhibing was like waking up from a dream, "Okay, I'll pinch it for you, I'll pinch it for you."

As he said that, Ye Zhibing stretched out his two hands, put the thumbs of both hands on the outside of Xiao Weiwei's ankles, pressed the thumbs with the weight of his upper body, and massaged slowly from bottom to top.

This is a massage method that Ye Zhibing learned before to relieve muscle tension and fatigue, but he did not expect it to come in handy now.

Xiao Weiwei seemed to enjoy Ye Zhibing's massage method very much, she closed her eyes and made a humming sound.

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, it seems that he still has the talent to serve beautiful women.

If I can't find a daughter-in-law in the future, I don't know if this unique skill can't capture the hearts of beauties.

After pressing for a while, Ye Zhibing changed his technique. He supported the Achilles tendon of the ankle with both hands, with the thumb behind and the four fingers in front. Gently press the inner and outer calves with your fingers.

Xiao Weiwei's skin was as smooth as fat, and Ye Zhibing felt that it felt good when he pressed it, so he pressed patiently, with neither too much force nor too little force, just right.

After pressing for a while, Xiao Weiwei felt that her legs were not as sore as before, and felt much more comfortable. She opened her eyes and looked at Ye Zhibing who was working hard, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

This Ye Zhibing seems to have some skills, so he's not that annoying.

Thinking about it, Xiao Weiwei showed a smile on the corner of her mouth.

But Xiao Weiwei quickly hid the smile so that Ye Zhibing could not see it.

Ye Zhibing massaged for about a quarter of an hour, and felt his hands were a little sore, so he raised his head and asked Xiao Weiwei: "Miss Xiao, do you feel better?"

Xiao Weiwei nodded, "It's better."

Ye Zhibing stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and told Xiao Weiwei softly: "You, you have not exercised for a long time, and you just sit in the room and watch your mobile phone every day. From now on, you can't do this anymore, you have to go out often. Otherwise, it will be like today, if you exercise suddenly, your leg muscles won’t adapt, you know?”

She clearly knew what Ye Zhibing said was right, but Xiao Weiwei wanted to sing against Ye Zhibing.

"I don't need you to teach me, hum."

Ye Zhibing shook his head helplessly and gave a wry smile.