95: It can’t be paid off, it can’t be paid off at all!

Looking at the shocked expressions of the two sisters, Zhang Bo continued, "Give me your card number."

"This..." Wen Qian instinctively wanted to refuse.

She was already Zhang Bo's woman, so she wasn't as resistant to spending his money, but... one hundred thousand was too much!

Wen Qian was a little panicked.

Zhang Bo had already taken out a million at once to treat Wen Ying's leg, which was already a lot.

Now Zhang Bo also wanted to give her one hundred thousand every month... She had never had one hundred thousand all at once, let alone one hundred thousand every month.

"I said don't refuse. Everyone has it. Give me your card number!" Zhang Bo's tone was very firm.

Wen Qian's attitude, however, unconsciously softened.

Her personality was quite similar to Bai Shanshan's.

But she was more traditional.

Since she was already Zhang Bo's woman, it was very difficult for her to firmly refuse her man's words.

Of course, it might still be the phrase "everyone has it" that made Wen Qian unable to refuse.

If other women had it and she didn't want it, wouldn't that mean she was inferior to them?

So, Wen Qian obediently told Zhang Bo her card number.

Zhang Bo was already very skilled at transferring money, and he quickly transferred one hundred thousand yuan to Wen Qian.

By then, there was no money left in his account.

Wen Qian, on the other hand, looked at the one hundred thousand yuan that had suddenly appeared in her card, her expression still a little disbelieving.

Wen Ying watched this scene, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.

An older sister is like a mother.

In Wen Ying's heart, her older sister Wen Qian had always played the role of a mother.

After the accident, her parents were a little disgusted with her, and only her sister worked tirelessly, using her soft shoulders to create a sky for her.

Wen Ying always knew that her sister only looked delicate, but she was definitely not weak. When it was time to be firm, she would also be very firm and principled.

It was impossible for Wen Qian to ask for a man's money.

That one million was for her treatment, so her sister didn't refuse.

But now, her sister didn't refuse this one hundred thousand either.

And her attitude was so submissive.

She was almost like a little woman... No, the current Wen Qian, after finding reliance, had completely shed her solid shell, leaving only her soft essence.

Of course, this was only for Zhang Bo.

This issue was secondary.

Watching the one hundred thousand yuan arrive, Wen Ying suddenly felt lost.

For a million, she felt that if she gritted her teeth and worked hard for a few years, she could still pay it back.

But now, Zhang Bo was giving her one hundred thousand every month.

How could she pay that back?

She couldn't pay it back, she simply couldn't pay it back!

Wen Ying suddenly felt a little overwhelmed!

She didn't know how many years it would take her to pay back a million.

Now, Zhang Bo was giving her another one hundred thousand every month, which was one million two hundred thousand a year.

She probably couldn't earn money as fast as Zhang Bo gave it.

Now... she would never be able to pay it all back!

"Alright, it's getting late. Everyone should rest early," Zhang Bo said, looking at the time, to the two sisters who were still full of shock.

"I, I'm going to play games," Wen Ying's expression was a little blank.

She owed Zhang Bo too much now.

She had to start working hard to earn money from now on.

Pushing her wheelchair, Wen Ying returned to her room and looked at the computer, feeling lost.

Playing games to earn money, even if she played for a lifetime, she wouldn't earn a million... Meanwhile, Wen Qian returned to the second bedroom with Zhang Bo.

"Just take off your clothes and throw them aside; I'll wash them for you tomorrow. Also, do you want to wash your feet? I'll get you some water."

Wen Qian was like a virtuous wife.

No, she was now a virtuous wife.

"No need to wash," Zhang Bo shook his head. He had already showered at the company after serving Li Bingxuan that afternoon.

At this moment, looking at the tall, elegant, and virtuous Wen Qian, his quiet heart began to beat violently again.

Although he had consumed a lot today, he was still in high spirits at this moment. There was nothing he could do; he just fell for this type.

"Oh, then let's rest," Wen Qian noticed Zhang Bo's aggressive gaze and unconsciously lowered her head, her face flushing slightly.

"Okay, rest," Zhang Bo said, taking Wen Qian's small hand and pulling her into his arms.

Wen Qian's attire was very simple, one might even say plain.

A loose-fitting, flesh-pink T-shirt on top, and light-colored long pants on the bottom.

This outfit, to say it was "outrageously unfashionable" would not be an exaggeration.

But on Wen Qian, it was simple and elegant, perfectly matching her unique temperament.

Holding the soft and delicate dance teacher in his arms, Zhang Bo's body temperature was gradually rising.

Although Wen Qian was a dancer, her figure was not the very thin type. Where there should be flesh, the curves were very full, and where she should be thin, there was no excess fat at all.

Holding her in his arms, she was very light and very soft, and there was also a faint body fragrance, wafting into Zhang Bo's nostrils.

Wen Qian usually didn't dress up or wear perfume; her beauty was entirely her own, without any external interference.

Perhaps at first glance, she wasn't as refined as those women who knew how to dress up.

But she just had that unique charm that made people love her.

What happened next, although it had already happened to Wen Qian, still made her shy.

However, she was very obedient.

She let Zhang Bo place her on the bed and then bore his weight.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed.

In the small room, the temperature had risen by several degrees, and a unique, harmonious atmosphere permeated the air.

On the small bed, Zhang Bo lay lazily, his face full of contentment.

Wen Qian, on the other hand, sat up, first cleaning up for Zhang Bo, and then for herself.

She practiced dance, so she had good stamina.

It was only the first time that she seemed a little weak.

After this time, her face was rosy, and her mental state was extremely good.

Zhang Bo's gaze followed Wen Qian the entire time.

Her skin was very fair, but not that cold white; rather, it was a warm white like jade, looking very moist and soft.

Having danced for many years, her figure was very well-proportioned, thin where it should be thin, and with flesh where it should be, like a meticulously carved work of art.

It was pleasing to the eye.

Wen Qian could feel Zhang Bo's gaze, that gaze seemed to solidify, wandering over her body. Her heart was filled with shyness, but she didn't say anything.

Because she felt that since she was Zhang Bo's woman, it was only natural for him to look.

This also proved that Zhang Bo liked her very much.

Just like just now, he was so wild... Although it made her shy, she was also very happy.

"Look how tired you are. Don't overexert yourself next time," Wen Qian said, looking at Zhang Bo after she finished her tasks, concerned, "You should also pay attention to your work, your health is the most important."

Zhang Bo was indeed particularly tired now; after all, he had consumed too much today.

He also had the Efficient Sleep skill.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to be so reckless.

He was afraid of shortening his lifespan!

"It's fine, I'll be good after a sleep," Zhang Bo pulled Wen Qian into his arms, covered them with the quilt, and began to sleep.

Three hours later, he would be a good man again!