Chapter 24: Could this be the legendary tragic hero?

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  Zhang Shidong gets on the car, starts it, and speeds away.

  A screeching sound of brakes, a perfect arc when exiting the parking lot, and with an overbearing manner, a professional racing driver's in-place spin, the rear of the car stopping at the rear of the Mercedes-Benz, door opens, woman steps out, gets in.

  The completely stunned successful man got into the Mercedes-Benz and shouted at the driver: "Catch up with that car in front."

  The driver has recently been deeply poisoned by a certain chewing gum advertisement, seeing the stingy boss losing out, and wanting to turn back and say with his teeth clenched: "No, it's the car behind."

  In the car, Zhang Shidong stretched out his right hand and directly grasped her chest. At that moment, he had an urge to say: "Damn it, you dare not be so perfect?"

  "Is it comfortable?" The woman was very calm, and even stretched out her hand to press on Zhang Shidong's hand, letting him feel the fullness and plumpness more deeply.

  "How will I die?" Zhang Shidong withdrew his hand and lit a cigarette. The woman reached out and snatched the cigarette from his mouth, taking a puff: "No matter how powerful you are on this side, no matter how powerful your family is, you'll be caught by my nominal husband and tortured for at least ten years."

  "Zhang Shidong, a night of romance, when you're excited, what name do you call out?"

  "Why don't you just call your husband?"

  "But I think calling you wife is a bit unfair to my future daughter-in-law."

  "Petty ghost, glutinous rice."

  Zhang Shidong turned his head and looked at the flawless face after taking off her glasses: "The person who gave you your name must be a mastermind, so thoughtful."

  The glutinous rice looked at Zhang Shidong with a sorrowful and resentful gaze, took out 50,000 yuan from her bag and threw it into the car: "Little duck, I'll pay for your night. Now, pull over, I want to inspect the goods."

  Zhang Shidong tried to fight back: "I have bad breath, body odor..."

  "It doesn't matter, as long as JJ is strong enough."

  Zhang Shidong swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "In this shock? That's not being seen through by others."

  "My stuff, I'm willing to let others see it. How could you think I'd swallow you whole? Just don't be a small fry."

  Zhang Shidong had been with women before, and had even indulged in sensual pleasures abroad, but when faced with a woman who completely ignored his age, his little tricks were far from enough.

  Then Zhang Shidong asked: "Sister, how old are you?"

  The fox spirit with narrowed eyes is the most terrifying, especially when she still has a faint smile on her face. You will feel a chill run down your neck and have a premonition that something is going to happen soon. As expected, Mi Rou's counterattack was as sharp as ever: "Tonight I'm going to have a good chat with my sister."

  "Sister?"

  "Your mom." Suddenly, Mǐnuònuò's face turned stiff, each word revealing a rigid stereotype, causing Zhāng Shìdōng to burst into loud laughter. He pulled out a bank card from the pocket of his T-shirt and tossed it into Mǐnuònuò's arms: "The password is XXXXXX, I'll support you."

  She smiled coquettishly and said: "I'm very expensive. How much is inside? Ten million, a hundred million, a thousand million, not enough?"

  Zhang Shidong: "That's all, I don't have much more, it's all my family's assets, estimated to be around 10 million or so."

  Mi Rou Rou responded with a "yes" and didn't say anything else.

  As long as what this man says is true, a man who can take out all his family's belongings may be bad, but he can't be that bad.

  Entering Pingjiang City, Mi Nuo looked at the completely unfamiliar city. As Zhang Shidong deliberately drove along the riverbank to enjoy the view, she gave a very objective evaluation: "A very delicate city with mountains and water, suitable for living."

  Zhang Shidong smiled, gestured to Mǐnuònuò to hand over the phone, rolled down the car window, and with a flick of his wrist, the phone splashed into the river water, creating ripples on the surface.

  "Your man, can he get here before midnight?" Zhang Shidong asked.

  "Perhaps, it won't take that long, time is tight and the task is urgent, will you still bring me to eat fish?" Mi Rou's eyes rolled, intentionally lifting her leg, revealing the white skin of her right calf, her delicate jade-like feet exuding another kind of deadly temptation. The bright red nail polish on her toes didn't make people feel it was too gaudy, but instead made one want to hold her in their arms and protect her tenderly.

  Zhang Shidong parked the car steadily, smiled and said: "If I really hurriedly took off your clothes, you wouldn't know how to get on and off the plane with some trick, would you?" He hugged Mi Nuo's body, his hand stroking down her slender waist, lightly tapping the inside of her left thigh, the sound of fingernails hitting metal making Mi Nuo lean into his arms: "I'm not afraid of meeting bad people, my little duck is so strong and has such a masculine taste, I'm naturally not afraid."

  Bang!

  Watching a customer walk out of this featured fish banquet restaurant, the hand that was about to light a cigarette relaxed, mouth slightly open, and the cigarette and lighter almost fell to the ground at the same time, with eyes wide with shock.

  Mi gurgled with laughter, her face pressed against Zhang Shidong's chest, that seemingly not-so-sturdy yet firm and muscular chest giving her a certain special sense of security.

  "Just tell him to give that one more chance, men are always impatient." Just as they sat down at a couple's table, Mǐuǒu's hand brushed against Zhang Shidong's pants, looking through the window at the Mercedes-Benz car that was following them because Zhang Shidong deliberately didn't speed up, she said in a soft voice.

  A successful Benz elite man has arrived, still trying to maintain his demeanor, still clinging and pestering. The gray-haired man who rose from humble beginnings is not stingy in using some dark and gray means. Seeing a woman he cannot control, regardless of her identity or whether she is married, he has already made up his mind on the car that he will make this woman lie in his bed tonight, even if it means stirring up some trouble.

  Those who have become rich with their brains tied to their waistbands may not have seen the sky outside, but they dare to pierce through it.

  Benchi man has a very common name, Wang Jian, who made his first pot of gold in the era of internet cafes, discos and bars. Now he has invested in the most profitable industry in China - real estate. The successful operation of two buildings has made him an overnight sensation in Pingjiang City. Some unscrupulous means used during his rise to wealth have now become his capital for arrogance. "I'm rich, I've got plenty of people willing to die for me, who dares not obey?"

  Zhang Shidong and Mi Nuo were not convinced, when Wang Jian tried to maintain a so-called gentlemanly demeanor and drew closer, Zhang Shidong and the two of them had already ordered a table full of fish dishes. Zhang Shidong picked up his chopsticks, Mi Nuo raised her water glass, and directly splashed it at Wang Jian, completely drenching his face with ice-cold water. This move also made Zhang Shidong's subsequent actions somewhat redundant. The fish soup that had just been ladled into a bowl was "accidentally" knocked over, and the scalding hot soup flowed rapidly across the table, flowing directly towards Wang Jian's standing position. His head and face had just been drenched, and his leather shoes and pants legs were immediately covered in the scalding hot soup.

  "Ah!"

  Wang Jian she couldn't help but curse loudly, grabbing the teapot on the table and wanting to smash it at Zhang Shidong.

  "Waiter."

  Zhang Shidong raised his hand, and Wang Jian's luck ran out. The white porcelain teapot was 'coincidentally' lifted from bottom to top by him, and Wang Jian, who didn't notice, poured another cup of scalding hot tea all over himself. He jumped up and down in pain, pointing at Zhang Shidong with a menacing glare before storming off.

  The restaurant staff and surrounding customers couldn't help but laugh, and then Migu's next sentence made everyone burst into laughter: "Husband, is this the legendary tragic man?"