Chapter 1323

The next second, the overlapping legs kept turning, the eyes turned over, the back stiffened and the face turned white.

Jing Peng's whole face has become distorted!

Ah, my leg is pressed there, it hurts!!!

The waiter looked at his good-looking face and immediately became distorted. She was startled: "master Jing, you... What's the matter with you?"

Jingpeng tried to control it, so he didn't let his hands cover there. He just grabbed the clothes on his chest.

The clothes were pulled into a ball by him, and a dull "ah" came out of his mouth. He put his legs down with all his strength.

Damn Tang Huai, he must take revenge!

"Master Jing, you... What's the matter with you?" The waiter came forward and looked at Jing Peng in a panic.

Is there anything wrong with him?

Will you die here? If she dies here, will she be responsible?

"It hurts..." the pain hasn't faded yet, and Jing Peng is still clutching the clothes on his chest.

The waiter stared at his hand and thought he had chest pain. She was startled: "master Jing, do you... Do you have a heart attack?"

"I... I'm hurt here."

As soon as the waiter heard this, she had a flash of light. She quickly sat next to Jing Peng and grabbed Jing Peng's hand. "Is it serious? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"No... no..."

"Then I'll take medicine for you?"

Jing Peng gasped: "no..."

"But you're in pain."

"..." can it not be painful? How did Tang Huai's dead woman acupuncture and moxibustion? Made him still hurt.

He used to do acupuncture and moxibustion. At that time, he was bitten like an ant. Later, he didn't know how comfortable it was. He didn't feel any pain at all.

Now, as long as he pinches his legs a little, it hurts to death.

Jing Peng had to spread his legs and leaned on the sofa, waiting for the pain to fade.

The waiter sat there with a worried face. She was beautiful and worried, which made her look beautiful and moving.

Jing Peng turned his head and looked at her. She saw the mist in her eyes. Beautiful women are like beautiful flowers, which can make men have a pleasant feeling.

Moreover, Jingpeng himself is a flower with a romantic nature, and he can't do that for many years. He especially misses the bravery of turning clouds and rain with Tang Ying.

When he sees a beautiful woman who moves his heart, he has desire, hope and reaction. His reaction is dry mouth and fever all over his body.

The waiter in front of him is very good-looking. His oval face, round eyes and beautiful appearance are even more painful.

As soon as Jingpeng's throat dried, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "what's your name?"

Even when the waiter is worried, his voice is sweet. With a sweet whine function, Jing Peng feels numb when he hears: "pistachio."

"Yellow lotus seed?"

Huanglianzi smiled shyly: "it's a company without a cursive head."

Jing Peng raised his eyebrow: "how do you choose this name? Does your family like lotus seeds very much?"

Huanglianzi said, "no, it's my aunt who gave birth to me. She hopes that the next baby will start to give birth to sons continuously, so she took this name."

Jingpeng asked, "did you finally have a son."

Pistachio smiled softly: "I have two or three sons in a row."

"Then you are really busy, your aunt." While talking to pistachio, Jing Peng felt that the pain there was gradually alleviated.

After listening to Jing Peng's words, Huang Lianzi just smiled and didn't speak again.

"How old are you?" Jing Peng stared straight at Huang Lianzi's beautiful face.

"Nineteen."

"How long have you been in the hotel?" Jingpeng asked again. His eyes scanned huanglianzi.

With Hungary and buttocks, the waistline is also perfect. Wearing a uniform is very tempting. The height is 1.67 meters by visual inspection.

The legs are long and straight, neither thick nor thin. They are just right. The two calf parts exposed are very perfect. Jing Peng wants to touch them.

After seeing his head from his feet, Jing Peng's eyes returned to the woman's Hungary.

It's pretty and plump. It's not as dry as ban Hua. It feels like a brand.

"I came here as a waiter when I was 17. Before I became a waiter, I had been looking for casual workers outside. I came out to work when I was 13."

"The family is very poor?"

A touch of vicissitudes flashed through the eyes of pistachio: "I'm quite poor. My younger brother is in poor health and has been living on medicine. I have to pay at least more than 100 yuan a month to buy medicine. My third brother has good grades. My parents think that only by studying and going to college can I get out of the mountains, so I have to work hard for him to keep reading. My elder sister married early again. My parents are old and weak, and the burden of the whole family is on me. If I don't work and can't eat, my younger brother's life will be hard to guarantee."

Jingpeng heard that he sympathized with the beautiful girl.

When she mentioned the meal, he realized that he was already hungry. He said to Coptis chinensis: "feed me."

Now he tries to move as little as possible. If he hurts there, he will lose face in front of beautiful girls again.

If she knew that he was a "no" man, his face would be lost to grandma's house.

Huanglianzi smiled sweetly: "OK."

Feed the food and eat it from the tray.

Jing Peng tries his best to make his movements elegant and to make himself look noble.

The more he is like this, the more huanglianzi thinks he is handsome.

And he's still Jing Shao's brother. He must be rich.

"Is it delicious?" Huang Lianzi looked at Jing Peng with a smile.

"The meat tastes a little weak."

"I saw the cook tell him to put more salt in the meat."

"Yes." Jing Peng came out with a noble and indifferent look.

The more he was like this, the more Huang Lianzi was fascinated by him. She stared at his chest and gently asked, "master Jing, how did you hurt your chest?"

A stunned spirit flashed through Jing Peng's eyes. When did he hurt his chest?

Suddenly, he remembered that when he was in pain, he grabbed the clothes on his chest. He pursed his lips and said, "people like me often have to face a hail of bullets and inevitably get hurt."

As soon as Huang Lianzi heard it, her beautiful eyes flashed a touch of surprise and worry: "why do you have to face the hail of bullets from me? So you don't get hurt often?"

Facing the worry of Pistacia chinensis, Jingpeng's chest was filled with warmth. "How many successful men have not been hurt several times in their life?"

"Is the wound heavy? Can I see it?"

"No, it'll scare you."

"Master Jing, are you a soldier like master Jing?" Huanglianzi looked at Jingpeng curiously and admiringly.

Jingpeng shook his head: "no, I run a factory and do business."

What's good about soldiers?

Isn't a soldier of his eldest brother a poor man?

Every month, he receives hundreds of subsidies from the state, which is not enough for him to smoke.

Although he had a jeep to drive, he thought he had money. The car was not given by others. He didn't spend a penny at all.