The Mercedes-Benz S600 has been repaired in a total of 300,000 yuan.

The long-legged girl He Zijing promised to pay 400,000 yuan in compensation, but Zhang Moqian didn't expect that before he came to ask for the account, the long-legged girl called first.

According to the agreed location, Zhang Moqian came to a private club and went to a private room called "Youlanxiang" on the third floor. The long-legged girl had been waiting in the private room. She had long hair fluttering and was wearing a white long skirt. She was elegant and elegant, with slender and fair fingers. She didn't wear a ring and kept typing on the keyboard facing her laptop.

"Come in!" The long-legged girl noticed that Zhang Moqian was coming, so she stopped and gently closed the laptop, and a lazy and gentle voice sounded.

He Zijing raised her head and gave Zhang Moqian a smile. Her two charming sword eyebrows made her look heroic. She was not as beautiful as she was. The white cat named "Snow Concubine" leisurely occupied a chair and was taking a comfortable nap.

There were two tea cups on the table, obviously one was left specifically for Zhang Moqian. After He Zijing made a gesture of asking for a seat, she raised the purple clay pot high, grabbed the handle with her right hand, and gently dragged the spout with her left hand, and no drop of the tea cup was spilled out.

From He Zijing's skillful posture, we can see that she is a senior tea cook.

"Young Master Zhang, how about it?" He Zijing put the teapot back to its original place and said with a smile.

Mr. Zhang?

Hearing this title, Zhang Moqian smiled indifferently. It was the first time someone called him that. He gently picked up the teacup and took a sip, squinted his eyes and sniffed for a while.

"It's the Big Fo Longjing, produced in Xinchang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, right?"

"Yes, it seems that Mr. Zhang, you have a deep understanding of the tea ceremony." He Zijing chuckled softly. Her eyes were very clean, without worldly impurities, just like the eyes of Songdo Feng when he first debuted. It was so clear and clean. Until now, Zhang Moqian still remembers the "evil teacher" of Songdo Feng, especially the scene where Songdo Feng lit a cigarette and smoked, which is so classic!

The long-legged girl's eyes made Zhang Moqian feel incredible. The beauties in this society are either gold-worshipful or superficial, and their eyes are more or less secular.

Zhang Moqian vaguely felt that this girl with long legs was not simple. Her clean eyes were trained. The cleaner the eyes were, the more complicated the woman was. It is said that a person’s eyes cannot be lie, but that is only for ordinary people.

At this time, the Apple phone He Zijing placed next to her laptop suddenly rang.

He Zijing frowned slightly and showed an apologetic smile to Zhang Moqian. She didn't bother with Zhang Moqian, so she pressed the answer button.

After listening to the statement on the other end of the phone, He Zijing's two sword eyebrows frowned deeper and snorted, saying, "I'll consider it."

"Mr. Zhang, sorry. There was something wrong with a gold medal researcher in the company. It was really a headache." He Zijing rubbed her temples, took a sip of tea, and said.

"Are you the chairman of Zijing Securities?" Zhang Moqian said suddenly.

He Zijing showed a surprised look and said, "How did you know?"

Zhang Moqian said lightly: "The securities company that went out has only Zijing Securities recently. Wan Hongjie, the gold medal researcher of Zijing Securities, sang stocks. Unfortunately, the stock rose to the daily limit in two days, but it fell to the daily limit for four consecutive days. Moreover, your name is He Zijing, naturally guessed it."

"The news has been reported. I am going to fire Wan Hongjie. Otherwise, who will believe in Zijing Securities' stock recommendations in the future?" He Zijing said.

Zhang Moqian shook his head and said, "At this time, you are not the best choice. On the one hand, most researchers are more or less colluding with private equity and listed companies, just a little more or less. If you fire Wan Hongjie at this time, it will affect the morale of your company, make people panic, and be unfavorable to the development of the company. On the other hand, if you do not fire Wan Hongjie, you can make him grateful, and other employees of the company feel the goodness of the company, so that they will work hard for the company. Also, if you fire Wan Hongjie, it will only make other securities companies laugh at it. A simple crisis public relations cannot be solved well. What else is worthy of respect?"

"Young Master Zhang's words made Zijing suddenly enlightened." He Zijing narrowed her beautiful eyes and smiled, and stood up to add tea to Zhang Moqian. Because the table was not big, He Zijing bent down and was very close to Zhang Moqian. The faint fragrance on her body penetrated into Zhang Moqian's nostrils.

Zhang Moqian sniffed, and was startled in his mind. The last time he came into contact with He Zijing, he felt that the fragrance on her body was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it. This time he came into contact with it again, he finally remembered the owner of this body fragrance.

Zhang Moqian did not turn, said thank you, and slowly sipped a sip of tea.

"Mr. Zhang, has your car been repaired?" He Zijing said, stretching out his slender hand to pick up Xue Fei on the chair next to him, and gently caressing its snow-white fluff.

Concubine Xue seemed to have not had enough sleep. When she smelled the owner's fragrance, she involuntarily drilled her furry head towards He Zijing's chest.

Zhang Moqian squinted his eyes and nodded, saying, "Ms. He promised compensation should be fulfilled, right?"

"Well, tell me your account and I'll transfer it to you by electronic banking." He Zijing gently put down the white cat again, turned on the laptop, connected to the wireless network, entered the banking system, and transferred the computer to Zhang Moqian: "Fill in your account!"

Zhang Moqian filled in his account while being alert, He Zijing entered his password, and the transfer of 400,000 yuan was successful.

The money had been obtained, so Zhang Moqian ignored it. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, squinted his eyes and said carelessly: "Miss He, I don't know there is a saying you have never heard of."

"What's the matter?"

"No matter how well a person hides it, it cannot hide the breath on her body." Zhang Moqian tapped the table gently with his fingers, "Miss He, my breath is very familiar to me."

"Is that so?" He Zijing's extremely beautiful Qiu Shui eyes also narrowed slightly.

"The bathroom of Jingning Hotel, a silk masked man." Zhang Moqian sneered, "You are good at it, Miss He Zijing."

He had already judged from He Zijing's body fragrance that He Zijing was the scarf-masked killer he encountered in the bathroom of Jingning Hotel. He was fast and had an amazing force. Looking at He Zijing's beautiful autumn water eyes, Zhang Moqian was convinced of his judgment again.

Thinking of that day, Zhang Moqian still felt cold sweating on his back. It was incredible that a woman had such skills. Some internationally renowned female killers may not be as good as He Zijing.

"I made a mistake." He Zijing Qiushui's eyes flashed, "I didn't expect you to recognize me!"

The last word had just been spit out, and her slender and beautiful hands suddenly moved, grabbed the purple clay pot, and smashed it at Zhang Moqian's head without hesitation. It was hard to imagine that a pair of slender and beautiful hands burst out at such speed.

Zhang Moqian did not dare to underestimate him. He Zijing was fast, and Zhang Moqian was faster. While hooking his feet hard on the corner of the table, his body fell back. At only one or two centimeters, the purple clay teapot had an intimate contact with Zhang Moqian's angular face and avoided the sweep of the purple clay teapot.

Zhang Moqian did not pause, and his body continued to sink. When he reached a certain angle, his feet suddenly exerted force, and the table fixed on the floor was pulled up by his legs.

"Bang!"

Zhang Moqian turned around and slapped his hands hard on the ground. As his body suddenly kicked his legs up at the glass table.

The glass table was like Li Xuan's arrow, passing by, and hit He Zijing with a fierce momentum.

"Good skills." He Zijing shouted sweetly, and her soft body flashed to the side like an electric current, dodging the glass table.

Zhang Moqian was secretly shocked, and He Zijing's reaction speed was still beyond his expectations. He could not imagine why the chairman of a securities company actually had the strength of a world-class female killer.

This is unscientific...

As his thoughts turned, Zhang Moqian had a black double-edged knife in his hand.

Jiang Jiaomei's father gave him - Meteor.

Cutting iron like mud, shooting stars rushing to the moon.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, a big man bullied a young woman and even used a weapon. Are you embarrassed?" He Zijing couldn't help but speak sarcastic when she saw that Zhang Moqian had a double-edged knife in her hand.

"If you are a little girl, then there will be no women in the world!" Zhang Moqian smiled coldly, and a dangerous aura suddenly burst out from his body without any pause. With the flashing shadow of his hand, he grabbed the meteor and stabbed towards He Zijing without hesitation.

He Zijing's white and tender arms were stretched hard, and his body bent into a curve, and he kicked Zhang Moqian. Zhang Moqian couldn't dodge, and the heels of high heels had an intimate contact with his arms. Suddenly, a burst of scorching pain stimulated his nerves.

This girl is too strong, right?

However, when He Zijing shook her legs, Zhang Moqian saw the purple lace under her skirt!

After taking a look at his already red arm, Zhang Moqian was furious and grabbed the meteor and tried hard to kill He Zijing again. He was kicked and injured by a woman, and it was too embarrassing to spread it.

The white cat named Xue Fei is very spiritual. Seeing his master and Zhang Moqian fighting, he actually had the heart to protect his master. He screamed twice, arched his body and spread his front paws to pounce on Zhang Moqian's head.

"Grass."

Zhang Moqian cursed angrily and punched the white cat.

"Concubine Xue!"

He Zijing exclaimed, pounced forward, and protected Concubine Xue under her before Zhang Moqian's fist.

Zhang Moqian would not miss this good opportunity. He Zijing, who was keen, had no time to dodge, but was knocked away by Zhang Moqian like a bulldozer. However, when the person was still in the air, he stopped. Zhang Moqian grabbed her feet in the air and tried hard. He Zijing fell to the ground. Before she could react, she felt dizzy and a heavy object pressed against her body. Her skin cooled down, and the double-edged knife quietly pressed against her snow-white neck.

Zhang Moqian pressed He Zijing tightly, felt her warm and sexy body, smelled her fragrant breath, and sneered: "Give me a reason not to kill you?"
Chapter completed!