Chapter 1323 Pain! ! !

The next second, his legs were crossed, his eyes rolled, his back stiffened, and his face turned pale.

Jing Peng's entire face became distorted!

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

The waiter looked at his pretty face and instantly became distorted. She was startled: "Master Jing, you... what's wrong with you?"

Jing Peng tried his best to control it and didn't let his hands cover there. He just held the clothes on his chest tightly.

His clothes were pulled into a ball, and a dull "ah" came out of his mouth. He used all his strength to put his legs down.

Damn Tang Huai, he must take revenge!

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

Nothing will happen to him, will he?

Will he die here? If she died here, would she be responsible?

"It hurts..." The pain has not faded yet, Jing Peng is still clutching the clothes on his chest.

The waiter stared at his hand, thinking he had chest pain. She was startled: "Master Jing, do you...do you have a heart disease?"

"I'm... hurt here."

When the waiter heard this, an idea flashed through her. She quickly sat down next to Jing Peng and grabbed Jing Peng's hand: "Is the injury serious? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No... no need..."

"Then let me give you medicine?"

Jing Peng gasped lightly: "No need..."

"But you're in pain."

"..." Can it not be painful? How did that dead woman Tang Huai do acupuncture? It still hurts him.

He used acupuncture, and it felt like he was bitten by an ant. He didn't know how comfortable it was afterwards, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

Now, whenever he pinches his legs even slightly, it hurts like hell.

Jing Peng had no choice but to spread his legs and lean on the sofa, waiting for the pain to subside.

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

Jing Peng turned his head and looked at her, and saw that her eyes were misty. Beautiful women, like beautiful flowers, can especially make men feel pleasing to the eye.

What's more, Jing Peng himself is a flower, with a romantic nature, and he has not been able to do that kind of thing for many years. He especially misses the bravery he once had with Tang Ying.

Seeing a beautiful woman who makes him fall in love, he has desire,,,, longing, and there will be a reaction. His reaction is dry mouth and tongue, and fever all over his body.

The waiter in front of me is very good-looking, with an oval face, round eyes, and a charming appearance, which is even more painful.

Jing Peng's throat was dry, and he swallowed, "What's your name?"

Even when the waiter was worried, his voice was sweet, with a coquettish function, which made Jing Peng's heart tingle: "Huanglianzi."

"Huang Lianzi?"

Huang Lianzi smiled shyly: "It's Lian without the initials of cursive."

Jing Peng raised his eyebrows: "Why did you choose this name? Does your family love lotus seeds?"

Huang Lianzi said: "No, after my grandmother gave birth to me, she hoped that the next child would be all sons, so she chose this name."

Jing Peng asked: "Have you finally given birth to a son?"

Huang Lianzi smiled softly: "I have given birth to two or three sons in a row."

"Then you are really a blessing to your mother." While talking to Huang Lianzi, Jing Peng felt that the pain there gradually lessened.

After hearing Jing Peng's words, Huang Lianzi just smiled and said nothing more.

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

"nineteen."

"How long have you been working in the hotel?" Jing Peng asked again, his eyes scanning Huang Lianzi.

She has a nice butt and a perfect waistline. She is wearing a uniform, which is quite tempting. He is visually estimated to be 1.67 meters tall.

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

From the feet to the back of the head, Jing Peng's eyes returned to the woman's breasts.

It's quite straight, very plump, not as dry as the class flower, and it burns my hands to the touch.

"I came here as a waiter when I was seventeen. Before I became a waiter, I had been looking for casual jobs outside. I started working when I was thirteen."

"Is your family very poor?"

Huang Lianzi's eyes flashed with vicissitudes of life: "We are quite poor. My younger brother is in poor health and has been relying on medicine to survive. He has to spend at least more than 100 yuan to buy medicine every month. My third brother has good grades. My father and mother feel that only He must study hard and get into college before he can get out of the mountains. I have to work hard to support him in studying. My sister got married early and my parents are old and weak. The burden of the whole family falls on me. If I don’t work, I won’t be able to eat. If I don’t tell you, my little brother’s life will be in danger.”

When Jing Peng heard this, he felt sympathy for this beautiful girl.

When she mentioned food, he realized that he was already hungry. He said to Huang Lianzi: "Feed me."

He tried to move as little as possible now. If he hurt it, he would be embarrassed in front of the beautiful girl.

If she knew that he was a "bad" man, his face would be lost to his grandma's house.

Huang Lianzi smiled sweetly: "Okay."

Huang Lianzi took the food from the tray and fed Jing Peng one bite at a time.

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

The more he behaves like this, the more handsome Huang Lianzi thinks he is.

Moreover, he is Young Master Jing's younger brother, so he must be rich.

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

"The meat tastes a bit bland."

"I saw the chef and told him to put more salt when cooking meat."

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

The more he behaved like this, the more Huang Lianzi became fascinated by him. She stared at his chest and asked gently: "Master Jing, how did your chest get hurt?"

A look of confusion flashed across Jing Peng's eyes. When did his chest get hurt?

Suddenly remembering how he had grabbed the clothes on his chest when he was in pain, he pursed his lips and said, "People like me often have to face bullets and bullets, so they will inevitably get hurt."

Upon hearing this, Huang Lianzi's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise and worry: "Why do you have to face my hail of bullets? Aren't you often injured?"

Faced with Huang Lianzi's worries, a warmth flowed in Jing Peng's chest, "How many successful men are not injured several times in their lives?"

"Is the wound serious? Let me take a look, okay?"

"No, I'll scare you."

"Master Jing, are you a soldier like Master Jing?" Huang Lianzi looked at Jing Peng with curiosity and admiration.

Jing Peng shook his head: "No, I run a factory and do business."

What's good about being a soldier?

A soldier of his elder brother's level isn't a pauper?

The hundreds of yuan in subsidies he receives from the state every month are not enough for him to smoke.

Even if you think he is rich just because he owns a Jeep, the car was not given as a gift to him and he did not spend a penny at all.