The stars are lonely, and the moon is in the sky. Xia Meng, a literary girl with shining eyes, her lips pressed tightly, her mouth "swings" with a slight warm "color", there is a sadness in her frowning eyebrows. "color".
"What are you doing? Just after tossing, let's take a good rest." Xia Meng grabbed his hand and said in a complicated tone.
"what else can I do?"
Yang Can pulled her body with a smirk, and made her fall slowly, resting his head on his thigh, rubbing her hand gently on her tender cheek, and naturally kissed it lightly, Xia Meng The eyes in the moonlight stared at Yang Can "lostly":
"You... don't be too "chaotic"..." Yang Can just smiled, stripping her clothes off a bit brutally, but Xia Meng blushed and lightly turned her face off when she was about to strip her pussy. block.
"Forget it.. You don't need to coax me." Yang Can leaned over and kissed gently, kissing her whole body with the tip of her tongue, from the slender neck to the earlobe, her hand stroking her chest, but her legs were tightly clamped. Staying, put his left hand between Xia Meng's legs, and "touched" a piece of sex there.. Slowly ***. Xia Meng gasped, whispered, her tongue trembled, her fingernails almost unconsciously pinched into his flesh.
"Asshole..."
*
The sky just turned from black to bright.
"You are really a cow... aren't you tired?" Xia Mengqiao blushed and her black hair was "chaotic", all piled on Yang Can's chest. The beautiful girl was as delicate as silk, and she beat Yang Can's chest with her hand. At this moment, the two of them were in the bedroom. Xia Meng was curled up in Yang Can's arms, covered with a quilt, but one arm was "exposed" outside.
"What do you mean?" Yang Can smiled, but admired Xia Meng's delicate and complaining expression: "I am a gentleman, and I will never touch more than one woman in a day."
Although Yang Can's definition of an upright gentleman is a bit absurd, Xia Meng still widened her eyes and said in surprise, "You didn't talk to Luo Xiaowei...?"
"Which one? If you don't demonstrate it, how do I know what you say." Yang Can smirked and wanted to come over and lift Xia Meng's quilt. Xia Meng gave him a terrifying "Ah" and gave him a big look. Hu Xiaowei ran away, embarrassed, and ran directly to Luo Xiaowei's sleeping room and closed the door.
Yang Can looked at her panicked back and smiled admiringly. It was only less than 6 o’clock in the morning. It was time for her to rest and rest after a tossing all night. He got up and called Aqiang. Call, let him send something over, no matter how high-pressure life, he is used to maintaining a mentality of enjoyment when it is time to relax.
Three hours later, Yang Can sent A Qiang to the coffee machine and a box of ground coffee beans in his hand, opened Luo Xiaowei's room, and saw two cute little women sleeping together, breathing evenly. , The rich and beautiful long hair covered most of their beautiful faces, Xia Meng also "exposed" a corner of blushing lips and exquisitely carved jade nose, Luo Xiaowei's face completely covered the messy hair. Live, the flimsy silk is outlined with two attractive bodies.
The two of them were tired last night, Yang Can smiled helplessly, and returned to the living room, hit the corner and put down the coffee machine, made coffee, sat on the sofa, and wandered freely in the aroma of coffee. Picking up a numerology book "San Ming Tong Hui" on the coffee table and flipping through some basic knowledge, he is at least sure that he is not the only person in this world who can use consciousness energy, but his control method is unique. of.
"Ah!" The door of the room opened again, and Xia Meng sat at the door sleepily with her hair scattered, "I said why the smell of coffee, why did you get up so early? After we changed beds yesterday, how did you sleep well?" Ling " The messy hair and loose eyes make her face more beautiful.
This little girl was eager. In a few words, she pushed the things of last night cleanly. For fear that Luo Xiaowei knew the relationship between the two, Yang Can smiled in her heart and cooperated with her to answer:
"It's okay. I slept well. I had a nightmare and let a female ghost press on the bed. I cut my back a few times with my nails." The blood stains Xia Meng scratched.
"What female ghost?"
At this time Luo Xiaowei also "kneaded" her eyes out. The blue "color" silk low-cut nightdress, one side of the sling slipped to the shoulder, the "milk" peak stood upright, and a piece of tender snow white was "exposed" on the chest. The hem of the skirt can only cover the roots of the thighs, the slender thighs are smooth and round, white and dazzling, and the most terrible thing is the fascinating feeling of wearing nothing in the nightdress.
"Oh." Xia Meng hurriedly lifted the sling that slipped her off her shoulders, and glared at Yang Can: "I think that female ghost should have a good heart, and she didn't even hook you, this ugly monster, away. Come out to harm people all day long."
"Mr. Yang early..."
Seeing Luo Xiaowei looking at Yang Can’s blushing cheeks, she lowered her head and didn’t dare to look at Yang Can’s shy look. She couldn’t help but snorted playfully: "I think you guys can’t sleep because of a beautiful ghost, but also thinking. This "sex" little beauty..."
After talking, Xia Meng sat angrily on the sofa and hummed to Yang Can, "I want a cup of coffee too!"
"First brush your teeth and take a bath, famous host." Yang Can frowned and motioned for the marks on her clothes. Xia Meng suddenly realized, her pretty face changed "color", and she rushed to the bathroom with a swish.
Luo Xiaowei put on her eyes and looked at Yang Can innocently and pitifully. She didn't dare to pass, but said timidly: "Mr. Yang, I was really dizzy last night, don't mind..."
This little girl with a hot body is too unconfident, right? Which man would mind this kind of thing? Yang Can smiled and handed her a cup of coffee. After a while, I heard the sound of shower water in the room. The shower room in the room was very simple and only separated by translucent carved glass on the whole surface, which could be vaguely seen in the room. With a seductive body, Yang Can closed his eyes slightly. Just thinking about it made people "fascinated" and drunk, recalling Xia Meng's charming and charming expression last night.
Realizing that Luo Xiaowei was at a loss, Yang Can smiled and asked her to sit by her side and ask some numerologists questions to eliminate the embarrassment between the two.
After asking a few words, it turns out that their purple "color" consciousness energy does not come from the practice of qigong, but through the compass used for feng shui fortune-telling to input their own qi to resonate with the fortune-telling client, and slowly accumulate. Yes, because the resonant qi merges with the numerologist's qi through the compass, there are males and females, and the natural colors are mixed with blue and red, and over time they become purple.
In other words, the compass is the key for them to control the energy of consciousness. Without this prop, they are no different from ordinary people.
While talking, the sound of water in the shower room finally stopped, and Xia Meng took a snow-white "hair" towel and rubbed her wet hair and walked out.
"Doesn't hinder you?"
Seeing Yang Can and Luo Xiaowei sitting side by side in an intimate manner, Xia Meng couldn't help feeling a little bit sad. There was a hint of a run in the tone.
Yang Can smiled, Luo Xiaowei bounced awkwardly, but just saw the bright sunshine outside the window, and suddenly asked nervously: "What time is it?"
"It's seven o'clock past nine." Yang Can looked at his watch.
"Now there is a replay of Marseille last night~!" Luo Xiaowei exclaimed and immediately turned on the shabby TV in the living room.
Yesterday at Uncle Bin's place, Yang Can used his own money to guarantee the vote. If the No. 4 horse "Jazz" can't win the championship, then his future fate is really scary.
In fact, Luo Xiaowei also knows that Yang Can's previous remarks have a great possibility of "sexuality", but this is like a person who is about to sink in the water, catching a straw is also a little hope, there is always a chance of luck.
When the TV was turned on, the replay of the game had already begun. It was resolved that the game was held in Cantonese. On the screen, the No. 5 horse took the lead, the No. 7 horse followed closely, and the Hong Kong jockey in the long-distance battle was pumping his whip.* *'S "Jazz" barely occupies the fifth position, Luo Xiaowei's face is gloomy, and his eyes are full of despair.
Even Xia Meng became nervous. She sat on the sofa and stared at the TV screen. Yang Can frowned slightly. He seemed to have overlooked one element. This horse master was a temporary supplement, and although the horse's consciousness energy was very compatible with the horse's consciousness and energy, However, he didn't have enough technical cooperation. This made him unexpected. Is he going to find another way this time
On the last part of the journey, I saw "Jazz" suddenly exerting strength, running faster and faster, and the narrator shouted excitedly:
"It's quite surprising. The No. 4 Jazz, who has never been optimistic about it, rushed to catch up, surpassing the Grand Duke of Paris and the Hornet, and was only four positions behind the Roadhog ahead of the front~! It can create Is it a miracle!?"
Looking at the screen, Luo Xiaowei and Xia Meng's hands were tightly pinched together, and she opened her mouth slightly and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"
"No. 4! No. 4! No. 4!... No. 4!!! No. 4'Jazz' is the first place! This is the biggest upset this year, and the'Jazz' who has never won has become the biggest this year. Dark horse! Congratulations!"
In the host's exaggerated tone, in the last fifty meters, "Jazz" and his jockeys speeded up like stimulants, and thrilled to surpass the success at the moment of hitting the line~!
"Awesome~" The two girls, Xia Meng and Luo Xiaowei, jumped up from the sofa almost at the same time. They were excited and jumped together. Luo Xiaowei's eyes were red with excitement. Yang Can breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Conscious energy is not deceiving, and it is still possible to win.
At this time, Yang Can couldn't help but sigh the wonder of fate. Alas, if he is not a member of the military, money is no longer a problem with this hand alone, and he does not have to struggle from the bottom for so long, but the other way around , Feigned death without entering the military department, how could he get this ability by chance? This is the so-called gains and losses.
"Such a good thing, why are you crying? Master Luo~ I'm happy, I should be happy..." Xia Meng hugged Luo Xiaowei with her hands and patted her back warmly and comforted.
"I'm just so happy..." Luo Xiaowei took off her glasses and wiped her watery eyes, walked up to Yang Can and stammered excitedly: "Mr. Yang...I...I really don't know.. Thank you. You..." The burden that had been weighing on her shoulders suddenly disappeared, making her whole person relaxed, as if she had finally crawled out of hell.
That is, the only way you can thank me the most made me be confused and rejected for a while... Yang Can couldn't help but smile in his heart and nodded: "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Luo Xiaowei asked in a daze before she jumped out of her joy.
"In your shop, shouldn't you do business today?"
Getting rid of the immediate crisis, it was only for a while. It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. If Luo Xiaowei, a timid girl, is not allowed to be self-reliant, then sooner or later she will still fall into the same predicament.
*****
Yang Can took Luo Xiaowei and Xia Meng to the old building at No. 2135. Yang Can asked Luo Xiaowei to take down his master’s sign from the third floor, while he went to the hotel on the first floor and asked the lady boss for a table, chair and bench. The owner of the massage shop on the second floor called for some middle-aged male massage masters to help.
Since Yang Can beat Ang like a dog yesterday, the neighborhood here saw Yang Can treating him as a certain elder brother, respectfully and cooperatively, and let him ask for anything, so he didn’t dare to have any complaints. This is the case here in Lanjie, everyone will listen to whoever is murderous.
Apparently Yang Can was the fiercest one they encountered.
Between Luo Xiaowei and Xia Meng’s doubts, after Yang Can finally arranged everything, they were a little bit dumbfounded. Just watching Yang Can sitting on the table smoking a cigarette, the two masseurs were very imposing. Pull up the curtain of the hallmark of the mourning hall: "The iron mouth cuts straight to the half immortal."
And the other three massage masters with good facial features, under Yang Can's orders, shouted loudly from the side of the road: "Luo Banxian, the lord of the Lingling Hall, knows the past and the future. No charge is allowed~!"
Yang Can looked at his results with satisfaction, and asked Xia Meng and Luo Xiaowei not to "show" their faces. They first went to the third floor to prepare. Remember that Luo Xiaowei must not "show" her true face behind the curtain.
"You are engaged in soliciting marketing... can you do that?" Xia Meng looked suspiciously at Yang Can. She is a reporter. Of course, she knows that this is the most popular illegal sales style on the streets of Nanshi. The merchants who dare to do this in the city are generally low-key, at most they just mysteriously hold the hand of passers-by and ask carefully:
"Would you like a good quality disc?" "Would you like cheap Nike, Andy shoes." "Come with me and I will take you to our store to pick it slowly~"
How can there be such a big fanfare!
"You just wait for the guest to come in~" Yang Can was quite confident and frightened.
In less than ten minutes, the scene was really lively. On the narrow aisle of Portland Street, tourists and pedestrians passed by densely. They all looked at this side with very curious eyes. A group of mainland tourists watched the excitement while discussing. .
"What is this doing?"
"I don't know, it seems to be a fortune teller or a quack performer?"
"Hey, it's so fresh. I heard that there are young ladies all over the streets of Portland, Hong Kong. I didn't expect fortune tellers to join in the fun?"
In fact, Yang Can has no experience in doing this, but according to the training of psychology courses, any business starts with attracting the attention of the crowd. No matter how you do it, first make things bigger. This is Yang Can's consistent style.
But after a long time, everyone looked at this side curiously. The atmosphere was not coming out, but no one dared to come up. It made Yang Can, the event planner, quite depressed. After investigating the consciousness of this group of people, he suddenly understood. Own problem.
My mother, I made a serious mistake! Who are the people who come to Boran Street! ? Those are all "**" sticks. If you want to attract these "**" sticks to your door, of course you can't rely on your own crying-faced male "sex" masseurs as your signboard.
Yang Can figured out the key, and immediately called Zhu Huaicheng.
"Fatty! Come and help, I need to find ten beautiful ladies with good temperaments to do temporary jobs! What makes you not awake!? You can get me to door 2135 in half an hour, maybe I will make Nan Chu and The weekly ads are made for others!"
Yang Can cocked Erlang's legs and smoked after making the call. Thirty minutes later, four taxis stopped on the roadside outside the corner. Then the doors opened and rushed out of the car. A dozen or so gorgeous young girls, one All of them have been carefully dressed, with long and short skirts flying for a while. Perfume is permeated, electric eyes fly horizontally, long hair flying, "breast" wave "butt" wave...
Looking at those backaches and sore throats, the masseur's eyes straightened.
Zhu Huaicheng got out of the car with a bitter face, and ran over while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"My mother-in-law~ Yang Zi, you are really tossing people, I really owed you in my previous life~ Fortunately, I picked for a long time last night... or where can I find ten beautiful and temperamental you~!"
"Is this all young lady?"
"Fart~ Miss is sleeping, it's all Mama Sang, you don't know that all the temperamental people in this business are Mama Sang! I have invited the most temperamental mother Sang in all Bolan Street!"
Yang Can thought that the fat man was joking and looked at it. En's quality is pretty good. After asking, he realized that most of them are actually young mothers who are earning extra money, and their consciousness energy is relatively high.. No wonder , Others accompany the chat and not sleep, rely on the mouth-like figure to seduce, the skill "sex" is relatively high, much better than the young lady...
This fat guy really does have a way of doing this project.
I picked out a few people with low consciousness and energy that were slightly inferior in appearance, and asked Zhu Huaicheng to send them away after paying them appearance fees, and then told the fat man a few words, probably to talk about the matter.
Zhu Huaicheng understood when he heard it, and looked at Yang Can and sighed: "It turned out to be that simple, I thought it was something big..."
I saw the fat man arrogantly bowing his hand to his mother Sang and the team of young ladies on the street:
"Sisters and sisters, I know that you are all from the Mainland. If you can come today, it’s just to save my brothers. It’s really hard for the beauties to work overtime during the day to affect everyone’s rest... Today’s attendance fee is not calculated as three times the usual wage If you are not willing to do this kind of sales work, I, Mr. Zhu, will never force..."