I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 395 Who is talking about interest?

Mrs. Zhou was stunned by Shen Lang's words.

Just now, when this man had dealt with the two uninvited guests with such ruthlessness, he was like the death-seeking spirit in the dark night, which was terrifying.

In a flash, he uttered such absurd words.

She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be choked by an invisible object and she couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long while, she finally found her voice and trembled as she asked timidly, "Sir, are you...are you kidding me?"

At this moment, her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and doubt towards the man in front of her. Her body was trembling slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind and rain, so fragile that it seemed like it would go out at any time.

Shen Lang shook his head slightly, his eyes firm. "Mrs. Zhou, I never joke about this kind of thing. But please rest assured, I won't hurt you. It's just Mr. Zhou's request, and I must carry it out."

Mrs. Zhou took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

After years of struggling in Shanghai, she has experienced many ups and downs. At this moment, she keenly realized that the man in front of her did not want to take her life, and a professional instinct quietly emerged in her heart.

She straightened her back slightly and subconsciously smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her cheongsam with her hands, trying to find a sense of control in this chaotic situation.

In fact, she was not Mr. Zhou's legal wife, and she was not even his concubine.

Her name was Wenyu and she was originally a prostitute.

I met Mr. Zhou by chance.

At that time, Mr. Zhou was the chairman of the trade union. Although he had a wife and children in his hometown, after coming to Shanghai, in order to save face, he reached an agreement with her and announced to the outside world that she was his wife.

This arrangement was simply to project an image of a stable family and normal social status in social situations, making it easier for him to deal with people like Mr. Lu and increase his credibility and authority.

In fact, there is no real love between the two.

But everyone else believed they were husband and wife.

Just like Mr. Lu believed that in order to make Mr. Zhou compromise on the workers' strike, he sent someone to give her a full green ice jade bracelet yesterday, trying to influence Mr. Zhou.

She was wearing that bracelet on her hand.

Just because Mr. Zhou pretended to be stupid during the negotiation, Mr. Lu adopted Plan B of "buying snacks" and sent someone to chop off her hands to put pressure on Mr. Zhou.

Fortunately, as soon as the two men knocked on the door, they ran into Shen Lang.

Wen Yu bit her lower lip slightly, and her eyes gradually softened, like the thawing lake in spring, rippling with gentle ripples.

She parted her red lips and spoke softly, "Sir, since this is my husband's order, I will certainly comply. However... things like this always require an explanation. Could you please tell me why my husband made this arrangement?"

As she spoke, she gently twisted her waist, her figure graceful, and her every move revealed the charm she had acquired over many years in the world of romance. Even in such a tense situation, she was able to express it naturally.

There was just the right amount of resentment and curiosity in her eyes, like an innocent little deer trying to find out the truth behind this absurd incident.

Shen Lang looked at Mrs. Zhou's sudden change of attitude and felt secretly moved.

The women in Shanghai are indeed extraordinary. Their adaptability and quickness in responding to situations are truly astonishing.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Mrs. Zhou, he owes me money, so he asked me to take your virginity as interest."

Wen Yu immediately looked heartbroken and said, "This bastard, he owed money and used his wife to pay off the debt. I was so blind to marry him."

Her expression was rich and vivid, as if she was really heartbroken by Mr. Zhou's behavior, and her eyes were full of regret and helplessness.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she asked, "Sir, if I give you my virginity, can it pay off the debt that Lao Zhou owes me?"

Her voice was trembling slightly, like petals swaying in the wind, so pitiful.

"It can only cover one hour's interest at a time." Shen Lang said, "Come on, time is precious. If you delay for a second, you will have to pay more interest."

His tone remained calm, as if he was discussing an ordinary transaction.

Wen Yu hesitated, his eyes falling on the two corpses beside him: "But this..."

The two bodies lying on the ground were terrifying to look at.

"It's okay, it will be over soon." Shen Lang said casually, and then asked, "Is there anyone living next door?"

Wen Yu shook her head: "No one." Hearing that no one was there, Shen Lang kicked the door open and threw the two bodies in. After closing the door, he clapped his hands and said, "Let's go collect the interest first."

Wen Yu nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

She walked back into the house with light lotus steps, saying as she walked, "Since you say so, sir, then I believe it. However... it's so hasty, and I'm not ready yet. Could you please give me a moment to get ready?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, just like a blooming peach blossom, delicate and charming.

Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, making her look shy and helpless.

Seeing this, Shen Lang cheered up and said, "Mrs. Zhou, please do as you please."

Wen Yu stood up and took a step before she said, "Since Old Zhou has used me as collateral for his debt, you should stop calling me Mrs. Zhou and call me Wen Yu."

After saying that, he walked into the inner room with light steps.

Her back is graceful, as if she has an innate elegance. Even though she is panicking at the moment, she can still show unique charm in her every gesture.

She went to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

Looking at the slightly pale face and messy hair, he sighed softly.

Looking in the mirror, her eyes were filled with fatigue and fear, her hair was a little messy and stuck to her cheeks, and her originally delicate makeup had some marks.

Then, he picked up the comb and slowly combed his hair. His movements were gentle and skillful, and every stroke seemed to be sorting out his confused thoughts.

Her eyes were focused and calm, as if at this moment, the whole world was left with only her and the comb in her hand.

After combing her hair, she opened the wardrobe and picked out a light pink cheongsam.

This cheongsam is her favorite. It is well-cut, made of soft fabric and embroidered with delicate floral patterns. After putting it on, she carefully adjusted the pleats in the mirror to make it fit her figure better.

Her fingers gently stroked the patterns on the cheongsam, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, as if this cheongsam carried her past beautiful memories.

Then, she picked up the powder puff and gently applied a layer of light foundation to cover up the haggard look left by the shock.

The movements are gentle and delicate, and each one seems to be carefully carving a work of art.

Finally, pick up the lipstick and apply it carefully to your lips to make them bright and juicy.

She pursed her lips slightly and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes gradually regaining their former charm and confidence.

After finishing the tidying up, she returned to the living room, walked in front of Shen Lang, and bowed slightly.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, sir. I hope you won't charge me too much interest."

As she spoke, she raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with shyness and expectation, which was very captivating.

Its figure is light and graceful, like a blooming pink flower, exuding charming fragrance.

Shen Lang looked at the refreshed Wen Yu in front of him, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. He secretly sighed: "What a talent!"

He said, "Whether I should charge more interest depends on your performance, Madam."

Wen Yu lowered her head slightly, fiddling with the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and occasionally secretly looked up at Shen Lang.

His breathing became slightly rapid, the rise and fall of his chest became more obvious, and the air in the room seemed to become sticky.

"Sir, then... where should we start?" she asked softly, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze, yet with a hint of seduction.

Shen Lang walked forward, reached out his hand and gently lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes.

"Where do you think we should start charging interest?" Shen Lang asked.

Wen Yu thought about it, slowly walked to the door, squatted down and took out a pair of clean slippers.

She came to Shen Lang and squatted down, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Sir, you have walked for such a long time, please change your shoes and don't get tired."

Her movements were meticulous and careful. She picked up Shen Lang's feet and changed his slippers carefully, as if she was treating her lover who had been with her for many years.

Her eyes were focused and gentle, and her fingers gently touched Shen Lang's ankle, conveying a different kind of care.

After Shen Lang changed his shoes, she walked behind him again, gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and slowly took off his coat with skillful movements, "Sir, give me your coat, I'll help you hang it up."

Her voice was like a whisper, ringing softly in Shen Lang's ears, and her hands slowly took off the coat from Shen Lang.

After hanging up the clothes, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of concern, "Sir, are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."

Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if she hoped to win Shen Lang's favor through this small gesture.

Shen Lang looked at Wen Yu's series of actions, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

He never thought that in such an encounter full of absurdity and transactions, he would feel such gentle treatment.

"Wenyu, there's no need to bother." He said softly, "I'm here to collect the interest."

Wen Yu shook her head gently, a faint smile on her lips. "It's not a big deal, sir. Since you are the creditor and you come to collect the debt in person, I have to treat you well. Please wait a moment, sir. I have already cooked in the kitchen and it will be ready soon."

As she said that, she turned and walked into the kitchen. After a while, the sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard from the kitchen.

Shen Lang sat on the sofa in the living room, listening to the noises coming from the kitchen, his mind full of thoughts.

He thought it was just a simple transaction, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cunning.

Looking at the cozy decoration in the house and thinking about Wen Yu's gentle eyes, he found that his trip was worth it.

The sofa was soft and comfortable, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance, a mixture of Wen Yu's perfume and the incense in the house, which gradually relaxed Shen Lang's mood.

Not long after, Wen Yu came out of the kitchen with several plates of exquisite dishes in her hands, and placed them one by one on the dining table.

"Sir, there are no fancy dishes, just some home-cooked meals. Please just eat whatever you like." As she spoke, she set the table for Shen Lang.

His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for Shen Lang's evaluation.

Her smile was warm and friendly, as if at this moment they were not a creditor and a debtor, but an ordinary couple enjoying an ordinary dinner.

Shen Lang walked to the dining table and sat down. Looking at the table full of food, he couldn't help but praise his professionalism in his heart.

The dishes on the table are delicious, including tender braised pork with bright red color and fragrant aroma; green stir-fried seasonal vegetables, refreshing and delicious; and a pot of steaming soup with an enticing aroma.

I picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it in my mouth. Although the taste was not amazing, it had a homely taste.

"Good craftsmanship." He said with a smile.

Wen Yu smiled brightly when she heard Shen Lang's praise. "I'm glad you like it, sir. Let's eat first. After dinner, we can talk about the interest."

Then she poured a bowl of soup for Shen Lang and handed it to him, her eyes full of anticipation, hoping that he would like every dish she cooked.

In this warm atmosphere, the two of them dined together.

Wen Yu picked up food for Shen Lang from time to time, her eyes full of tenderness and concern.

After eating and drinking, Shen Lang also had the energy to collect interest.

He was about to speak.

Wen Yu continued, "Sir, which mouth do you want me to use to negotiate interest?"

PS: Mrs. Zhou only had a fleeting glimpse in the movie "The Wasted Times", and the actor was not clearly named in the cast list, but the author was a believer in the Qinglou Scholar, so he gave her this name
I work the night shift every day and really want to fuck my boss's wife.

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