[Chapter 90 Chapter 90 The Female Teacher's Dog Training Rules (17)]
Hehe, why is this pen always stuck to his hand and he can’t throw it away…
Tong Fangyu stared at Yan Qing warily, the momentum he had managed to maintain becoming increasingly weaker.
Yan Qing wiped the Coke off his hands with the towel he had just used to wipe his hair, and said without even raising his head: "The old man said that if you don't want to sign, you will be sent to Africa to guard the mines."
Tong Fangyu slumped dejectedly on the sofa. It turned out that this humiliating treaty had been negotiated with the old man.
"I'll sign!" He signed his name with great ease.
Throwing the signed contract back on the table, he groaned and went to the bathroom.
When he finished his shower, Yan Qing was already lying on the head of the bed, reading the "Essay Theory" that had slapped him in the face.
He deliberately pulled down the collar of his pajamas to reveal his chest, and walked slowly from one end of the bed to the other.
If you don’t know, you might think he was walking on the catwalk.
Unable to draw Yan Qing's attention away from the book, Tong Fangyu, who was well-known in the beauty circle, couldn't help but wonder if his charm had declined.
Maybe she was just reading too hard.
Thinking of this, he walked around the end of the bed and was about to get on the bed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his butt touched the mattress, Yan Qing asked him to get off.
"Young Master Tong's bed is down there." She pointed to the ground.
Tong Fangyu originally wanted to act like a spoiled child and just lie down on the bed, but when he thought of the image of her crushing a can of Coke with her bare hands, he decided to convince her with reason.
"This is my room," he said confidently.
The whole house belongs to him, so naturally he can sleep wherever he wants.
Yan Qing glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Young Master, are you thinking of sleeping with a fat guy like me?"
Tong Fangyu was stunned.
Thinking that she was returning his rude comment when they first met, he couldn't help but touch his nose guiltily.
"Sleeping on a bed that is too soft is bad for a man's waist." He carried the quilt unhappily and spread it on the carpet beside the bed.
Yan Qing did not expose the excuse he had made for himself. He hung the feather sign on the book in his hand and put it on the bedside table.
"Please turn off the lights, thank you." She lay sideways on the comfortable big bed.
Tong Fangyu resigned himself to his fate, turned off the lights, and tossed and turned on the ground.
He is the son of the richest man and always stays in top-notch hotels when he travels away from home. He has never felt so miserable as he does now.
The hard floor made him feel uncomfortable even with a goose down quilt on it.
He quietly got up in the middle of the night and went to the bed.
I thought to myself that they were husband and wife anyway, so what if they slept together?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he climbed up, he was punched hard in the eye.
He covered his mouth and stepped back, biting the quilt with a look of resentment and grievance.
This woman is simply his nemesis!
But he couldn't do anything to her because she had the old man who had the power of life and death behind her.
When Yan Qing woke up the next day, he found that his nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure was curled up on a small sofa.
"I didn't sleep well last night, I hope I didn't disturb you?" she asked tentatively.
Tong Fangyu didn't even turn his head, as if he was avoiding her: "No."
"That's good." Yan Qing smiled.
After washing up, she sat in front of the dressing table and put on makeup.
Tong Fangyu just stood aside and looked at her, his eyes were as complicated as his mood at the moment.
He has always been casual, and with his reputation as a playboy, he does whatever makes him happy.
There are countless beautiful women around him, and he changes girlfriends as frequently as he changes clothes.
But he never forced anyone, and he gave enough severance pay every time a relationship ended.
Now that I suddenly have a wife, even though she is only recognized by the old man, this feeling is extremely strange.
After all, this was the first time he was controlled by a woman like this.
Yan Qing finished putting on her makeup and turned around, only to run into a man's arms.
Tong Fangyu put one arm around her waist and held the contract signed last night in the other hand.
"I feel that this contract is still missing something." He said with a raised eyebrow.
Yan Qing asked doubtfully: "What?"
The man raised his lips, suddenly leaned over and pressed her against the dressing table, putting the contract aside.
The thumb of his free hand lingered across her full red lips.
"After signing, we still need to put our signature on it."
As he said this, he raised his eyebrows evilly and pressed his fingers stained with her lipstick on the contract on the table.
Yan Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Who wouldn't laugh when a man with panda eyes plays the role of the crooked-mouthed dragon king in front of her?
Tong Fangyu glared at her with a sullen face: "You don't understand romance."
He snorted and ran to the bathroom.
Yan Qing immediately forgot about him and went to the old house to find Tong Ruhai first.
Last time, when she asked Master Tong to help solve the problem of Yang Shu's adoptive father, she took the initiative to promise to do him a small favor.
Now the time is almost right and it is time for her to fulfill her promise.
In the original plot, there will be a bidding meeting tomorrow, which is led by the government. It is with the help of this project that the Zhao family's company has firmly established its foothold in Beijing.
She only needed to tell Mr. Tong the Zhao family's final secret bid price.
Not only can you repay a favor, but you can also create trouble for the Zhao family.
And her character as "Shangqing Zhenren" will become more stable as a result.
After resolving the issue, Yan Qing went to Qingyun Temple again.
She asked Tong Ruhai to deliver the 50 million yuan reward she gave her last time to Qingyun Temple.
Taoist Master Ziwei talked to her on the phone and decided that part of the money would be donated and part would be used to repair the Taoist temple.
As she went up the mountain, she noticed that occasionally there were pedestrians climbing up the steps to offer incense.
When we reached the top of the mountain, we found that the dilapidated Qingyun Temple had changed a lot.
Taoist Master Ziwei, who had changed into a brand new Taoist robe, saw her and came forward happily, bowing awkwardly but respectfully: "Ziwei greets Uncle Master."
The old man now looks at Yan Qing as if he is looking at the god of wealth sent from heaven. He thinks that she must have been sent by the founder who sensed his piety and specially sent her to save the declining Taoist sect.
Yan Qing looked around and praised generously: "Well done."
"It's all thanks to my uncle." The old man chuckled.
Yan Qing walked around the temple, lit three incense sticks in front of the Three Pure Ones statues, and then looked at Taoist Ziwei.
"Master, have you ever thought about reviving Taoism?" She did not act like an uncle, but asked in the tone of a friend.
Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and bowed to the statue of the Three Pure Ones: "I do! I dream about it!"
He was an orphan who was thrown into the mountains. He was picked up by his master and brought up in the temple. Later, he inherited the increasingly dilapidated Qingyun Temple.
He became the mountain keeper here and has been guarding it for decades.
This is the last Taoist temple in the entire capital. After he leaves, the temple may be rebuilt or turned into a tourist area.
"Now is your chance."
Yan Qing handed over a card. She kept 20 million out of the 200 million given by Tong Ruhai and invested it in the stock market.
She had experienced starting a company in the previous dimension. Although she could not become a stock god, she had figured out some tricks.
When she first arrived, she discovered that Buddhism was flourishing here while Taoism was declining, and many related ancient books were lost in historical wars.
Incense is part of faith.
By leading the rise of Taoism, she will be able to gain more merit from the Heavenly Dao, and her soul will be nourished to become stronger.
She will eventually have a battle with the mentally ill Lord God, so she must make plans in advance.
A battle that is well prepared is easier to fight.
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