I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The car door was opened from the outside.

A man stepped out of the car, his clothes neat and clean, without a trace of moisture, and his hairstyle handsome and dashing. However, from his clothes to his shoes, they were completely different from when he left home, as if he had changed into a completely different outfit.

Even the healthiest body can't withstand running back in this damp weather.

"Ah—"

Just as he was about to sneeze, he touched his nose and held it in. Boss Jiang waved his hand casually, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Jiang, I'll be going now."

The driver turned around and got back into the car.

As the executive car drove away, the person, who had never been a winter swimmer, took advantage of the fact that no one was around to shake off the heat and exhale a breath of warm air.

Although I was able to get ashore with the help of the police and take a hot shower and change into clean clothes, I was still affected by the cold poison after soaking in the cold river for a few minutes.

Fortunately, he was in pretty good physical condition and had drunk half a jin of strong liquor beforehand to boost his virility; otherwise, he would most likely have had to be sent straight to the hospital.

of course.

Even though he felt a slight chill, he would still make the exact same decision no matter how many times he had to do it again. When he set off a few hours ago, he was prepared to die trying if he didn't succeed. In the end, it was just jumping into the river, which was not worth mentioning at all.

The only downside was that when he was pulled out of the water by the police, the perpetrator had already fled and disappeared.

"elder brother!"

When he saw Boss Jiang return, the Martial Saint, who had been waiting in the hall, was filled with emotion. He shouted loudly, jumped up, ran over excitedly, and grabbed Boss Jiang's arm, "Are you alright?!"

Jiang Chen smiled calmly, looking incredibly handsome and charming. "Didn't I tell you? I'll be right back."

That's such a damn show-off.

But the facts speak for themselves: alive and kicking, unharmed. That's not showing off, it's awesome.

The martial saint, who had been on edge ever since he left, dared not be negligent. He scanned him up and down, and even let go of his hand to circle around him from all angles. After finding nothing amiss, he even reached out and touched him randomly.

Boss Jiang is a real man, a perfectly normal man in every way. The moment this kid touched his thigh, he immediately moved away reflexively, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Let me check if you are hurt."

That's what happened last time.

He appeared unharmed, but his buttocks were swollen from being whipped.

Is this kid really hoping to get beaten up?
Of course, Jiang Chen was well aware of the other party's sincere intentions and didn't take it to heart. Just as he was about to speak, the "cold poison" flared up, and his nose stung. This time, he couldn't hold back.
"Ah!"

"Brother, you have a cold?"

Jiang Chen waved his hand, "It's alright."

Where are your clothes?

That's right.

The Taoist nun was also in the hall. Judging from the situation, she seemed to be just like the Martial Saint, also worrying about someone and praying silently.

clothing?

The Martial Saint was surprised and looked at the person again, full of question marks.

What do you mean?
Jiang Chen's clothes are on his body, aren't they?

"Sister Liuli, what clothes?"

This kid's observation skills aren't sharp enough.

It got wet.

Jiang Chen gave a frank explanation, rubbing his nose.

Upon hearing this, the Martial Saint suddenly realized, as if waking from a dream, that Jiang Chen was not dressed like this when he went out. He had changed from a light gray linen suit with cropped trousers to a dark blue casual striped knit sweater with khaki trousers.

Upon discovering this, the Martial Saint's eyes became strange, and for some reason, he suddenly leaned closer. This time, he didn't make a move, but took a deep sniff before the other party could react.

Caught between two attacks, Jiang Chen shifted to the side again, raising his hand in a warning gesture, "Come any closer and I'll beat you up."

He can't beat his older sister, and he can't beat his younger brother either.

"Brother, why do you smell so good?"

The Martial Saint did not approach any further, for his purpose had been achieved, and asked with a strange expression.

Why does it smell so good?
Someone couldn't help but raise their arm and sniff it; they never wear perfume.

and.

People can hardly smell their own body odor.

Jiang Chen was in the same boat, but the Martial Saint certainly wouldn't lie to him. As he lowered his arm, he suddenly realized...

"I took a shower."

Not only did she take a shower, but she also washed her hair, so it's not surprising that she smells of shower gel and shampoo.

But people who know nothing about the inside story would definitely be at a loss and start to overthink when they hear such words.

He went to see his older sister and kept saying he would try to win her over with love, but he just took a shower and changed his clothes.
The Martial Saint's expression changed drastically, as if a series of masks were flashing across his face, making for a truly spectacular sight.

"Bro, are you that awesome?!"

He said in a daze.

As a senior, the person knew exactly what he was thinking. He bent two fingers, walked over, and without any hesitation, raised his hand and gave him a light tap on the head.
"I'm awesome, but not this awesome."

The martial arts master instinctively covered his forehead, forgetting to cry out in pain, or rather, feeling no pain at all. He stared at someone absentmindedly, his mind seemingly conjuring up some exciting fight scene.

"I accidentally fell into the river, so I took a bath."

As Mr. Jiang spoke, he straightened his coat.

One yard owned by a yard.

Although he had caught a cold, his personal character dictated that he could not tarnish someone else's reputation.

"Did it fall into the river?"

The Martial Saint's voice rose unconsciously, his eyes widened, and the plot was becoming increasingly absurd.

"Ah."

Mr. Jiang nodded calmly.

"Did your senior sister throw you into the river?"

It was the Daoist nun who, with her exceptional intelligence, made a factual analysis when the Martial Saint was rendered incapacitated.

"No."

Mr. Jiang firmly denied it, saying, "I jumped down myself."

Why would you jump into the river in the dead of winter?

The Martial Saint asked instinctively.

"Winter swimming is a sport that can stimulate blood circulation and improve physical health."

"..."

"..."

"If there's nothing else, go back to your room and rest early... Achoo!"

Mr. Jiang touched his nose and headed towards the stairs. He felt a bit chilly and needed to take some cold medicine.

Going upstairs, upon reaching the bedroom door, Boss Jiang raised his hand, "Knock, knock, knock..."

That's right.

He knocked on the door.

This is his room!

They even knock before entering their own room.

That's incredibly polite.

No one answered.

The Martial Saint said his girlfriend had returned home safely. Does that mean she slept with him?

The hand that was knocking moved to the doorknob, and Jiang Chen paused for a moment as he grasped it, then tentatively twisted it.

"Click".

The door opened easily.

"call--"

The person who had just been chilled breathed a sigh of relief.

Who says all women are narrow-minded?

Jiang Chen, who had expected to be locked out, pushed open the door and went inside. He saw that his girlfriend had not gone to bed, but was sitting in front of the dressing table, writing something intently.

Perhaps I was too engrossed in my work to hear the knocking.

Someone thought this to themselves, and then tiptoed over. But as soon as they got close, before they could even see what the person was writing, "snap!" It was as if the person had more than one pair of eyes; they immediately stopped writing and quickly closed the notebook.

"What are you doing."

Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly, as if he were simply returning home.

Li Shurui, with one hand on the black notebook, sat on the stool and turned around. Like Wu Sheng, her first reaction was to look him up and down.

"No parts missing?" Upon hearing this, Boss Jiang's heart sank instantly, but he remained calm on the surface. "She's not crazy. She wasn't scared, was she?"

"What do you say?"

"Just treat it like watching a movie."

Jiang Chen comforted him.

"See a movie?"

"R-rated movies from abroad are all very gory."

Li Shurui suddenly realized that they were talking to her about the boxing match.

"She said she had also played there, played a hundred matches, and won all one hundred."

"Hmm, it seems so."

"She really can kill without blinking an eye."

Was he really scared?
"The boxing ring is a boxing ring. Once you're on that ring, it's not a matter of life or death. If you don't kill someone, they will kill you. But it's different off the boxing ring."

Boss Jiang's tactful attempts to comfort her had little effect. A single sentence from Li Shurui, uttered with her head tilted back, left him somewhat at a loss for words.
"You want me to risk my life for you when we're dating?"

"..."

The man's eye twitched violently. He remained stunned for a long while before calmly asking, clinging to the last shred of hope, "What did she say to you?"

He was hoping that the kind of person who "shouldn't exist in this time and space" would be ashamed to talk about certain aspects of his life, but the result was far from satisfactory.

"You're awesome."

Li Shurui looked up at him slightly and said.

When a man says this line to another man, it's the highest praise.

What if it's a woman?
In any case, Jiang Chen felt neither pride nor arrogance at this moment.

Paper wrapped fire.

If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place.

After all, it's just a rhetorical device. Given that it exists in the same time and space, how could it not be exposed?
"why?"

Li Shurui didn't fly into a rage. She was a bit cold, but at least so far, she was quite calm, which was much better than most women.

"There's no shortage of women on Earth, why do you have to provoke her? Do you have masochistic tendencies?"

Look.

How incredibly considerate!
Surprisingly, it wasn't anger, but bewilderment!

This wasn't the first time Jiang Chen had heard the word "self-torture" tonight. How was he supposed to explain it?

Could it be that it's all the fault of this damned system?
If it weren't for the system's designation, honestly, to be frank, he would never have dared to have any improper thoughts about that person and would definitely keep his distance. But the key issue is that what's done is done, and once you start down a path, you can't give up halfway.

"sorry."

Just by hearing those three words from someone who is eloquent, you can understand that the art of language can sometimes be so pale and powerless.

Li Shurui smoothed her hair. "And then? Is that all you wanted to say?"

"I will not let what happened today happen a second time."

Without offering any explanation, Mr. Jiang's behavior remained extraordinary.

"Can you guarantee that? If she comes, can you stop her?"

Li Shurui's tone was not harsh, but it easily pierced through someone's seemingly heroic sense of responsibility, leaving him speechless for the first time, like a student who had made a mistake, standing in front of her as punishment.

Li Shurui took a soft breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions. "Where have you two gotten to?"

Did something go wrong?
Still have the mind to gossip?
Having run out of arguments, Comrade Jiang Chen simply chose to remain silent.

"say."

Li Shurui patted the notebook.

Nothing happened.

"fart!"

Li Shurui said sternly, "Are you still going to hide it?"

"I'm telling the truth. But if accidents count, we did touch lips."

Someone finally gave up resisting.

Also.

It's gotten to this point.

It's better to confess and receive leniency.

Li Shurui bit her red lips and couldn't help but praise, "You're really capable."

How can one not feel awe and respect?

If it were any other man, Li Shurui would only worship him wholeheartedly.

Who is that?
That was a hundred-man kill, a thousand-man slaughter, a ten-thousand-man massacre!

What "tiger mom" is no different from a kitten in front of that person?

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, wanting to speak, but then let out another "Achoo!"

They went after someone's face.

Li Shurui's hair swayed, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, staring at him expressionlessly.

The person quickly apologized, "I have a cold, I'm sorry, where's the medicine?"

Li Shurui pursed her lips, got up without saying a word, and took her pen and notebook with her. When she returned a few minutes later, she had a cup of steaming brownish-yellow medicine in her hand.

Jiang Chen took it. "It's not poison, is it?"

"If something happens to you, do you think I can still survive? Do you think that Guanyin who attained enlightenment through killing would let me go?"

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated. He lowered his head and took a sip of the medicine, which was at the perfect temperature. The warmth rushed down his throat and spread throughout his body, instantly relieving his discomfort.
"Shurui, I'm sorry for what happened. Tell me, what do you want?"

He spoke gently, starting to play the emotional card.

"You'll give me anything I want?"

Jiang Chen nodded, calm yet firm, "As long as it's within my capabilities."

These words would be unremarkable coming from an ordinary person, but coming from him...

Mr. Jiang's "range of abilities" is beyond imagination, like a judge on a variety show asking: What are your dreams?
The difference is that in variety shows, the judges just ask questions, while Boss Jiang can help you achieve your goals.

That's right.

Mr. Jiang is practically a human version of Aladdin's lamp.

"I want a child, can you give me one?"

Li Shurui was truly not polite, but the conditions she proposed immediately made the handsome man drinking the medicine cough.

Embarrassed.

There weren't many things beyond his capabilities, but the one the other party proposed seemed to be just that.

Once he caught his breath, he said embarrassedly, "Shurui, it's not that I don't want to..."

"I have no problem, and you have no problem, so what is the problem?"

Li Shurui said.

Faced with his girlfriend's aggressive questioning, he panicked and said helplessly and innocently, "How should I know... Achoo!"

This time, Boss Jiang turned his head away in time.

Winter swimming is definitely not something that ordinary people can easily try.

Li Shurui looked at him intently, then suddenly raised her hand, palm open.

"have eaten."

Without thinking twice or asking any questions, Boss Jiang reached out, picked it up, and put it in his mouth, then swallowed it down with the medicine.

This trust is truly touching.

Do you know what kind of medicine this is?

"999, huh?"

Jiang Chen forced a smile and said that he really thought so, believing it to be cold medicine.

Would the other party really poison him?
Do not make jokes.

Li Shurui suddenly smiled, her long, slightly wavy black hair falling onto her dazzling silk satin nightgown, making her both alluring and dangerous.

"It's sildenafil."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling. "Sildenafil? What is that?"

"His Chinese name is Viagra."

Seeing his girlfriend finally smile, Boss Jiang's pupils went blank, the medicine cup in his hand trembled, and his lips murmured.

"...Damn it!" (End of Chapter)