Chapter 11

It happened that an Xiaoqiao was more sure that Ling shaotian's leg was wrong, and from Uncle Xiang's tension, it was not a general problem.

Looking at Ling shaotian sitting down on the sofa, palm has been attached to the position of the leg root, an Xiaoqiao frowned for a while, his head immediately showed a pair of human meridian map.

Two minutes later, the corner of her lips rose and she bravely sat opposite Ling shaotian.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?"

"You talk to me about terms?"

Last night, he forced the woman to agree to her terms. Now she's going to talk to her about terms. Is she good at it?

Then he has to see what conditions are promising.

"Say it

He is suffering from leg pain now. If the girl says anything excessive, he will find a chance to torture the girl.

"You should know that I'm a doctor, and I'm good at massage therapy. I'll cure your leg, and you'll let me go. How about 10 million auto offset?"

An Xiaoqiao thought carefully, Ling shaotian so rich people, leg injury has not been good, must be because did not find a more professional person.

Now she is less than ten thousand yuan a month. Even if she doesn't eat or drink, it will take a hundred years to save ten million yuan.

But ten million is just a drop in the bucket for Ling shaotian. He is likely to agree to repay ten million with the condition of curing his leg disease!

Just as she was cheering for her idea in her heart, Ling shaotian's face was instantly gloomy and could drip water.

This is the pain in Ling shaotian's heart. The leg injury is nothing, but the anger of Ling Shaofeng who wounded himself with a gun. So when people talk about leg injury, Ling shaotian naturally has no good face.

And this woman, even so understated said it.

The face, like a knife, was filled with danger, and the tone was cold, "who do you think you are? How dare you negotiate with me

He Yin cold face, a pair of dark eyes dark can exude ink general.

An Xiaoqiao was frightened, and his shoulder trembled. He wanted to refute, but he didn't dare. So he had to sit on the sofa with drooping eyelids, and he didn't dare to give out the atmosphere.

The rustling rain beat on the window and beat out a continuous poem.

An Xiaoqiao has already drawn an experience in several battles with Ling shaotian, that is, be good... You may have sugar to eat. If you come hard, you will be cleaned up miserably.

It had been a long time before I heard an Xiaoqiao's voice, with a bit of grievance and pity.

"Well, you say, I can't earn that ten million. I'm not discussing with you. As for being so angry?"

She saw Ling shaotian did not respond, holding the courage to continue to low here: "that I am not to see your leg pain is severe, think just rheumatic disease, want to give you a look."

what?

Rheumatism?

After hearing these three words, the anger on Ling shaotian's face slowly subsided. His face looked a little better, and his voice was gloomy and indifferent. "It's just an old problem of rheumatism?"

As long as it's not related to the gunshot wound, Ling shaotian can still accept it.

He glared at an Xiaoqiao, sat back on the sofa, put his legs on the footstool, and ordered coldly, "it's stipulated in the contract that it's your duty to massage me, so I refuse your condition."

An Xiaoqiao: "I..."

Isn't that the overlord clause?

Well, yes, but when I think about it, it seems that I want to see through Ling shaotian.

An Xiaoqiao on the eyes of the evil scared silence, low head want to muddle through. The fingertips come to the hard block again and press around.

Ling shaotian Eagle Falcon's eyes fell into a gloom. Did the woman find something? The veins on her hands were violent, and her whole face was stiff. If it wasn't for the regular breathing fluctuation, her solemn look was like a sculpture, a sculpture in a rage.

How can a natural king be bound by such a thing.

An Xiaoqiao feels Ling shaotian's angry posture, and his heart is in a panic, and his hand's strength is no longer important.

"Hiss..." he gritted his teeth and took a cold breath.

What the hell did she do?

"Ah! I'm sorry An Xiaoqiao's face was shocked, and he jumped away like a frightened rabbit.

Ling shaotian looked at her face to know the truth of the expression, eyes forbearance anger, like volcanic eruption, gritted his teeth and asked: "you know?"