The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Even if Jiang Zhuo didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help being slightly moved by the lick.

He reluctantly closed his eyes, finally gritted his teeth and turned his head away, limp on the already slightly warm floor, too lazy to struggle, annoyed and thinking at the same time.

Economic status determines the weight of words, and he still has to think about how to get out of the current financial predicament.

"Uncle, if you lose your mind again, don't sleep tonight."

However, threats from this bastard kept coming from his ears.

Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly.

"Hey, open your legs a little more."

"To shut up!"

Ci Yan gave a low laugh.

The next day.

Jiang Zhuo unexpectedly received a call from the director.

At that time, he was weakly lying on Ci Yan's kingsize bed to answer the call.

Jiang Zhuo was a little surprised when he heard the director asked him to audition, "Didn't you say it's not suitable before?"

"Well, after the discussion later, I think you can try again..."

Jiang Zhuo was puzzled, but he still complied.

In the afternoon, he packed up and went to the agreed place. This audition went smoothly like never before.

Soon, even the contract was signed quickly. He was in charge of playing the second male lead in the play, and the deposit of [-] yuan was paid to his card not long after.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the bank card balance prompt information on his mobile phone for a long time, and felt that the Long March had finally taken a small step, but the gap between 40 and [-] was still not too far.

However, before this happy event passed, the next one came immediately.

The second after Jiang Zhuo pressed the screen off button on the phone, Ci Yan's call came right away.

Jiang Zhuo connected.

"Where."

The young man's low voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Zhuo answered honestly: "Outside, ready to go back."

Ci Yan heard the words: "Yes. But I will be very late today, so don't wait for me."

Jiang Zhuo's eyes lit up instantly, "Aren't you coming back today?"

"You sound happy?"

Of course.

Jiang Zhuo subconsciously blurted out these four words, but his mind quickly flashed back to the "tragedy situation" when he was forced to be obedient last night.

He stumbled instantly, "...Yes, yes."

Hearing this, Ci Yan over there seemed to snort coldly.

"I'm glad I'll teach you a lesson when I go back." The boy's tone was condescending.

Jiang Zhuo rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, his lips moved, but he still didn't say what he said.

After hanging up the phone, he whispered to the phone that had turned off the screen: "One day, I will kick you hard."

He thought about it carefully - even though the task was to make Ci Yan fall in love with him and get married.However, there is no provision that divorce cannot be made after marriage.

As long as he completes the task, it's fine to give his feelings?nonexistent.

Then, Jiang Zhuo went to the hospital to pay another [-] fees, and he only kept [-].

But the huge hole is still there, and there is only less than three months left for the huge sum of more than 30 yuan...

Jiang Zhuo walked out of the hospital while thinking about other ways to make money.

At this moment, a black Maybach stopped in front of him, and two people who looked like bodyguards got out of the car.

One of them said coldly, "Get in the car, Mr. Mu Xun."

Jiang Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and then he was dragged into the car by life.

The doors are closed and locked.

A familiar woman sat in the dimly lit luxury car.

Xinyue gracefully took off the fashionable sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, her charming eyes stared coldly at Jiang Zhuo whose hands were restrained.

Then she stretched out her hand, and her sharp and beautiful nails slowly slid across Jiang Zhuo's soft cheeks, and a few red marks were easily left on the fair and delicate skin.

Xin Yue said slowly and unexpectedly: "Mr. Mu, you actually moved my son's mind. It's very good."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo silently thought of Enemy Road Narrow in his heart, but on his face he could only look back at Xinyue calmly.

He lowered his eyes lightly, and said, "What is Mrs. Xin doing?"