Skilled in managing a house

"It's you who defaulted on your debt and refused to cooperate, so don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhang Yu was also angry now. After saying this, he reached out and grabbed Paris's hair.

Paris' head was down and her feet were up. After her hair was pulled up, her face faced Zhang Yu. She was also stubborn and shouted harshly: "What do you want to do?"

White people in the West are naturally characterized by whiteness. That white and greasy skin is often coveted by people, which is something that Oriental women do not possess. But white people also have a characteristic, that is, their pores are a little thicker, and their skin is also a little rough.

Paris is a typical white man, in his thirties, well-dressed, with a sense of Western classical beauty about him, and he also has a unique charm. The arrogance in it radiates from the bones.

After Zhang Yu saw her, he was still so arrogant. He raised his hand and said, "Pah!"

"What to do? What did you say to do?" Zhang Yu cursed angrily.

Although he never hits women, Paris is really hateful. We had agreed upon it when we brought him here, but now you want to default on the debt. No one else can be polite to you anymore. What happened to the woman?

"Shit! How dare you hit me!" Paris cursed angrily.

Zhang Yu didn't know what that sentence meant in English, but he heard it occasionally on TV and knew it didn't sound good.

Zhang Yu scolded: "What's wrong with hitting you!"

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!" "Pap!".

After saying this, Zhang Yu opened his arms from left to right, and slapped Paris in the face with his big mouth as if he didn't want any money.

Paris was so knocked out before that she had a bruise on her forehead. At this moment, the person who was slapped by the big mouth was even more dizzy, with stars in his eyes.

Zhang Yu slapped Paris more than twenty times before stopping. Looking at Paris in front of him, Zhang Yu's hands were lowered, and her head was still swaying from side to side, obviously not slowing down.

It took more than twenty seconds before Paris recovered and her head stopped shaking.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes were red, and she stared at Zhang Yu. She had never been beaten like this in her life, but this time, the one who beat her was an Oriental boy. This made her want to die.

The fair cheeks were already red and swollen, and there were finger prints on them.

"How about it? Have you thought about it carefully?" Zhang Yu asked calmly.

"Shit! Just kill me." Paris said bitterly.

But it was not difficult to tell from her voice that Paris was exhausted.

"I've already said, I won't kill you, so don't worry about dying yet." At this point, Zhang Yu had an idea in his mind. He might as well stick to the old method and use a silver needle to teach Paris a lesson, so as not to worry about her being dishonest.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu had a wicked smile on his face.

Seeing Zhang Yu's smile, Paris's heart tightened, and an ominous feeling arose spontaneously. She said nervously: "You, what do you want to do?"

Seeing how nervous she was, Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he guessed what Paris was thinking.

"What the hell, give me that kind of medicine!"

Zhang Yu cursed in his heart, rolled his eyes, and instead of immediately taking the method he just thought of, he simply reached out his hand and gently touched Paris's face.

Paris' body trembled and she said nervously: "You, you, you, don't mess around. Otherwise, I will never let you go."

Zhang Yu looked at her appearance and warning tone and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then said: "You can't let me go regardless of whether I mess up or not. In this case, it doesn't matter if I mess up a bit."

"You!" Paris was furious, but she didn't have the strength to resist.

Zhang Yu grabbed the hand that held Paris's hair and gave it a little caress. His other hand deliberately held Paris's chin, lifted it up slightly, and said with a wicked smile: "She's quite fair and pretty." Yes, he’s just a few years older than me. Forget it, I’ll suffer a bit.”

"You, you dare." Paris said eagerly: "If you dare to mess around, my senior and my teacher will not let you go."

She also knew that she was no match for Zhang Yu, so she could only show off her credentials as senior brother and teacher.

"Oops," Zhang Yu said deliberately sadly, frowned and said, "Not good. I'm so hot now with your medicine. I'm so sad. By the way, how about you."

"What am I?" Paris was almost frightened to death when she saw Zhang Yu say this. Her heart was pounding so hard that she almost jumped out of her throat.

She knew that Zhang Yu had sniffed that medicine, and Zhang Yu's face was still red, which was a symptom of taking that medicine. Under the influence of drugs, no one can restrain himself. I'm afraid Zhang Yu has to do that even if he doesn't want to.

But strangely enough, I felt a little hot because of my nervousness.

She suddenly remembered that she had just been in that room and smelled the medicine. It was just that the time was short, coupled with the lack of smell, and the continuous beating, there was no big reaction in the body.

Now that Zhang Yu is mentioning this matter, it is really unsettling.

Zhang Yu could see her nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes. In fact, Zhang Yu was indeed restraining himself now.

"Huh!" Zhang Yu breathed heavily, intentionally or unintentionally, and his breath sprayed on Paris' face.

Paris's heart became more anxious, and her breathing became more rapid. The two people looked at each other, and Paris's originally red and swollen cheeks became even redder.

"You seem to have been poisoned too." Zhang Yu smiled deliberately and said, "Do you need me to help you?"

"No, no need." Paris almost cried.

She used to be arrogant and domineering, but she unconsciously showed her weak side.

"Tell me, what drugs are you using indiscriminately? If you can't stand it, I can't stand it either. If it doesn't work, I don't need you to tell me the method. Let's help each other." Zhang Yu said lightly.

"I don't. I don't want you to kill me. Wu." In an instant, Paris cried.

When had she been humiliated like this? When had she been wronged like this? In addition, now, her body was extremely hot, and she felt a faint impulse and uneasiness. This made her have mixed feelings, and she finally couldn't help crying.

Seeing that she was so happy, Zhang Yu shook his head. Zhang Yu's hand was still on Paris's chin, and he could feel the heat on her skin.

Zhang Yu was sure that Paris couldn't bear it because she smelled the drug.

"As for you, you're still crying." Zhang Yu's hand moved up slightly, wiped under Paris's eyes twice, wiped away her tears, and then said: "I know, you are also angry now, and you are responsible for it. , in fact, it’s no wonder that we don’t have any sworn hatred between you and me. You were asked to help by the Qi family. As long as you tell me how to exchange the two of them back, we can write off this debt. I will never Your innocence is ruined, what do you think?"

For Zhang Yu, the most important thing is to exchange the souls of Wen Qiong and his daughter. In addition, the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui exchange meeting is still going on. It is related to the ownership of Lu Zuge. He does not have so much time to waste on Paris. body.

First the hard one, then the soft one, both soft and hard, it depends on whether Paris will accept it or not.