C83 (1/2)

Returning back to the villa, Murong Yuyan stared at Wang Zheng suspiciously, making Wang Zheng feel uncomfortable all over. Finally, she asked: ”Why are you looking at me like that for?”

”I have never seen you being stingy, even when dealing with Hee Chong you would only throw a lot of money at him and smash Guangmin Bank. I thought you would use money to buy the entire hotel today!” Murong Yuyan thoughtfully looked at Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng's face immediately flushed red and he started coughing. He couldn't possibly admit that he ran out of money today.

Tsk, using money to smash him still depends on my mood. Today, when I'm in a bad mood, let them bleed for me. I've ordered seven or eight dishes worth over ten thousand yuan, so they can feel the difference between a tycoon and a poor bastard! Wang Zheng said guiltily. He returned to his room dejectedly without waiting for Murong Yuyan to continue asking.

If she continued asking this question, Murong Yuyan would definitely be able to guess something. At this time, Wang Zheng started to have a headache about whether Murong Yuyan would be able to find anything related to the system in her future life.

”Looks like I need to hurry up and find a fake leg, or else Yuyan would discover something sooner or later.” Wang Zheng thought about it and finally decided to find a non-existent rich guy to be his concubine. That way, he would have an explanation for his money.

Sitting on the bed, Wang Zheng swallowed the last piece of immortal medicine into his mouth and felt the medicinal power in his body melt bit by bit, entering his four limbs. Only then, Wang Zheng smiled and lied down on the bed.

When he woke up, it was already daytime. Wang Zheng stretched and sat up, seeing that the sun was shining brightly outside, but Wang Zheng's face did not have the slightest hint of happiness. The last Body Tempering Pill At The Immortal Grade had already been eaten by him, if he wanted to quickly raise the limit of the Physical Capacity Point, he would have to rely on Jiang Xinyue.

”Beautiful girl, are you going to kill me or not? It's already been one night. If you don't come soon, I'm going to die!” Wang Zheng shook his head and changed his clothes.

Everyone wanted to live a peaceful life. On the contrary, Wang Zheng was looking forward to being assassinated, if this were to be known by anyone, no one would believe it.

When he went downstairs to eat breakfast, Wang Zheng saw that the table was already filled with delicious food, especially the two bowls of hot soup.

”I think so. Since when did my Yuyan make such a good soup?” Wang Zheng sat in front of the table and was about to start, but who knew that Murong Yuyan had just finished dressing up and was walking down the stairs.

Knowing that did not cook breakfast, Wang Zheng became interested. The chefs in the manor were all brought over by Zhang Er'mao, and they knew very well that they did not cook breakfast, so they did not cook breakfast.

”Zhang Er'mao, where did you buy this breakfast? From now on, when you go and buy this hot soup, it will smell really good!” Wang Zheng called out, then Zhang Er'mao rushed in from outside, looked at the breakfast on the table and shook his head: The food here is a gift from someone else, they said that it's a gift from someone else, they said that it's a gift from someone else, as for which restaurant?

Wang Zheng frowned, just which restaurant was so extravagant to actually send him so much breakfast?

Murong Yuyan was attracted by the fragrance of the soup and was about to sit down to have a sip, but Wang Zheng pulled Murong Yuyan back.

”Yuyan, why is there a bump on your face, did you get bitten by a mosquito?”

Every girl's greatest point was their own face, so when Wang Zheng said that his face had been bitten by mosquitoes, he screamed and went to the washroom.

”Er Mao, you go out first. No matter what happens, don't come in later!”

Zhang Er'mao looked at Wang Zheng and chuckled: ”Understood, boss. Don't worry, this morning, there will definitely be no one who will disturb you!”

After Zhang Er'mao left, Wang Zheng stretched his body: ”Sigh, such a delicious soup, I'll try it first!” As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.