Forced to become his stand-in wife

The 24-year-old Ling Qiu's facial features are a little more open, less immature and youthful than before, and more mature and refined.

Standing in the dark box, it was bright and dazzling.

Mr. Zhang became interested, and raised Erlang's legs and looked straight at him, evil thoughts arose in his heart, and he wanted to move purely.

Ling Qiu stood awkwardly in the middle, in the whole box only Mr. Zhang looked like the rightful owner, and everyone else was like the background cloth.

"Ling Qiu, right?" Mr. Zhang didn't ask Ling Qiu to "serve" him immediately, but asked his name.

He felt that the name was a little familiar, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere, but suddenly couldn't remember it for a while.

Ling Qiu nodded.

Mr. Zhang smiled, patted the seat beside him, and asked him to sit there.

Ling Qiu was calmly invited to sit down by the side, before finishing, Mr. Zhang even poured him a glass of wine: "Drink?"

Ling Qiu shook his hands a little nervously, "Mr. Zhang, I can't drink, I'm here today mainly to give you a pedicure."

Ling Qiu's lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes look good no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel at ease when they see it.

Mr. Zhang became more and more satisfied, and chatted with him about family affairs: "I heard that you still have a daughter."

Talking about his daughter, Ling Qiu couldn't help showing a slight smile.

"En." Ling Qiu just nodded and didn't say much.

Mr. Zhang gave him a meaningful look, but he didn't expect this man to be of the "wife" type.

I have played a lot of fresh meat, and now I want to change the taste, and the cooked meat has a special taste.

It's just that he can't understand Ling Qiu's temper, he's too cowardly, he can't even look up at him.

Mr. Zhang refrained from his coercive attitude, put on a friendly face, and talked with him sincerely: "Don't be afraid, you don't have to think about work all the time when you come here, you can have fun."

Ling Qiu frowned slightly, he came here for work, now Boss Zhang let him play, he is slow to react but not stupid, no matter how stupid people are, they can see that Boss Zhang has other things for him.

It's too late for Ling Qiu to turn his face away, "Mr. Zhang, I'll give you a pedicure. It's late. I'm afraid my daughter will be scared at home alone."

Mr. Zhang nodded and put his feet on the ground: "Come on."

Ling Qiu took off his shoes familiarly, and then took out the tools to give him a pedicure.

Mr. Zhang's feet are not sick, just a normal manicure and massage.

Mr. Zhang looked at his pair of slender and slender hands. Such hands did not seem to be used for rough work, they were beautiful and tight.

While watching, he asked, where is Ling Qiu from?

Ling Qiu replied that it was from City C.

Mr. Zhang asked again: "Where do you live, and where is the store address?"

Ling Qiu had no choice but to speak up, "The shop is located at Chengnan Bridge, and the address is also nearby."

Ling Qiu only said his shop address, he wanted to fool around with his address, and didn't want to tell him his real address.

Mr. Zhang said, I have been to that place. It was relatively remote in the past two years, but it has become much better in recent years. How is your business?

"good……"

"How much can you earn a month?"

"Around ten thousand."

Mr. Zhang's subsequent topics revolved around his salary and residence, and the kindergarten his daughter attended.

"C City is expensive, is your [-] salary enough?"

Ling Qiu nodded, without making a sound.

Regarding Mr. Zhang's flattery, Ling Qiu only felt extremely uncomfortable, and only wanted to take the money and leave quickly.

After quickly cutting his nails, Ling Qiu pressed his feet: "Mr. Zhang, have you ever sprained your feet?"

Mr. Zhang was taken aback: "No."

"Then why did the manager tell me..."

After Mr. Zhang let out a long oh, he suddenly realized: "The one who sprained his foot is another one. He was supposed to come today, but he didn't come because of a temporary emergency." Ling Qiu didn't think much, and pressed the acupuncture points on Mr. Zhang's foot. Look at those thin and small hands, which are particularly powerful when massaged.

Mr. Zhang couldn't help thinking about it in his heart? Prostitution, such a person stays by his side, he doesn't make noise, and after a day's tiredness, he can give you a massage to make you feel better.

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Times.

Ling Qiu felt Zhang Zongchi's naked eyes and felt like sitting on pins and needles.

After pressing the button for 10 minutes, Mr. Zhang kept bringing up the topic, and there was no space for Ling Qiu to ask to leave.

Later, when Ling Qiu's hands were too tired to bear and stopped, Mr. Zhang thought of letting Ling Qiu take a rest.

He handed him the wine that was poured before, telling him not to be nervous and relax.

Ling Qiu really doesn't know how to drink, he has a small capacity for alcohol, almost down a glass.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm actually allergic to alcohol."

"Well, then why didn't you say it earlier? How about giving you another drink?"

"Don't bother." Ling Qiu took out his phone to check the time, and said apologetically, "Boss Zhang is really sorry, I have to go first."

Before pulling on the pimp, he was about to leave. Mr. Zhang was a little unhappy, and his face darkened a little.

"My daughter... is at home alone... I'm really worried about her..."

Mr. Zhang's expression changed quickly, "Xiaoqiu, you pressed me very comfortably, can you come tomorrow?"

"I... Tomorrow, I have to take my daughter to school. I'm afraid I won't have time to come out."

"It's okay, anyway, I know the address of your shop, can I go to you?"

Ling Qiu paused for a while, before replying with a hesitant "Yeah."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Mr. Zhang was finally willing to let him go. Before leaving, he paid him a total of 400 yuan, and gave him a tip of [-] yuan.

Ling Qiu didn't dare to accept tips, for a man with ulterior motives like Mr. Zhang, he could hide as far as he wanted, and he didn't dare to accept any kindness.

Ling Qiu was instinctively alert, the manager deliberately brought him in front of Mr. Zhang, and although Mr. Zhang didn't say it clearly, he made it clear that he wanted to "support" him.

He thought about whether to close the door for a few days to avoid this.

Ling Qiu just closed the door for a whole week.

During the period, the manager called. He answered once and hung up after faltering that there was something to do. Later, when he called again, he chose not to answer it as if he didn't hear it.

Ling Qiu has a timid temper, worried about offending people in a wealthy area like C City.

You must know that he has no background, just like an ant, anyone can crush him to death casually.

Ling Qiu spent a week at home anxiously, his body became thinner and thinner day by day, and the only time he felt at ease was when he hugged his daughter every day.

On the eighth day, after sending his daughter to the kindergarten, Ling Qiu went to the shop, and just arrived at Chengnan Bridge, when he saw a black luxury car parked at the crowded bridgehead.

There are people all around here, and there is no car. Such a luxury car parked here is in stark contrast. It's hard not to pay attention.

There was a figure sitting inside, Ling Qiu stopped, obviously coming directly towards him.

The heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and a layer of cold sweat broke out in a moment of tension on the back.

The other party seemed to see him in the rearview mirror, opened the car door and got out, it was Mr. Zhang.

Ling Qiu stood there hesitantly, his heart missed half a beat, he didn't expect that even after closing the door for a week, he still couldn't escape.

He suddenly regretted going to such a place with the manager. If he hadn't gone, he wouldn't have messed with someone like Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang asked: "Why haven't you opened the door these days?"

Ling Qiu didn't dare to look at him, hesitated for a moment, made up a lie and explained: "I'm too tired these days, so I closed the door and took a rest."

"The ones who take a break don't even answer the phone?"

Ling Qiu choked. He had indeed received frequent calls from strangers in the past few days. He didn't answer because he was afraid that Mr. Zhang would call him. Unexpectedly, he guessed it right.

Mr. Zhang approached him step by step with scrutiny, stood a step away from him, and looked at his cheek.

"Xiaoqiu, I thought you were very smart."

He said such a meaningful sentence, but Ling Qiu didn't know what to say.

Mr. Zhang smiled: "You know what I mean, right?"

On a winter morning, Mr. Zhang's words sprayed mist towards him, making him avoid it.

Ling Qiu could only pretend that he didn't understand, and said falteringly: "What... what..."

Mr. Zhang laughed, put his hands in his pockets, and said without mercy: "Xiaoqiu, follow me. You are renting the house now, and you still need to pay for your daughter to study. It is a lot of money in a month. You start What can a pedicure shop earn [-] yuan for, you might as well follow me, I will give you [-] yuan a month, what do you think?"

Ling Qiu didn't say a word, Mr. Zhang thought he thought he was short of money, and said again: "[-] total."

As he spoke, he licked his parched lips, and looked at Ling Qiu with a gaze full of conquest.

"Mr. Zhang... If you want to find someone to take care of you, then you are looking for the wrong person."

There was timidity in his eyes, such a timid person, but he still pretended to be calm.

Ling Qiu took a step back: "I remembered that I still have something to do today, so I'm leaving first."

He turned around and wanted to leave quickly, but the other party grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the car.

"Xiaoqiu, you should know that I am not discussing with you."

Half of Ling Qiu's body was suppressed by him on the car, such an intimate movement attracted passers-by to turn their heads to watch.

Mr. Zhang pinched Ling Qiu's chin, making him face himself. Ling Qiu was so frightened that his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to grab Mr. Zhang's wrist.

"let me go!"

His voice was deliberately amplified, and more and more passers-by looked towards him.

Mr. Zhang didn't shy away from it. To him, the resistance of a weak and incompetent person like Ling Qiu was like flirting, and people couldn't help but bully him wantonly.

Ling Qiu is like a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Mr. Zhang stroked him ambiguously, his eyes shone with determination.

"Xiaoqiu, I'll give you three days to think about it. If you don't think well, don't blame me for going to your house to find you. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance if I do something in front of your precious daughter."

Ling Qiu's mind went blank for a while, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

It was impossible to work at work, and when Ling Qiu returned home leisurely, his clothes were a little messy, and his eyes were a little red.

He numbly opened the door and went in. There was no sign of his daughter in the house, which seemed very empty.

He sat on the bed, took out the photo album, and looked at it one by one. When he saw his daughter's sweet smile on it, he wanted to cry inexplicably.

After finally surviving in C City, I spent three years with peace of mind, but why did this happen suddenly.

Thinking of his daughter, Ling Qiu cheered up, he was already the father of a child, if he couldn't be bullied, he would cry, that would be too useless, and he couldn't let his daughter rely on him!

Ling Qiu went to the kitchen to see what vegetables were left in the refrigerator, thinking about cooking a delicious meal for her daughter after school.

Just as he was about to go, the kindergarten called him.

Tell him the bad news.

Daughter had a heart attack.