Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 608: Chapter 587: The Weathered Old Man

Thinking about all those lonely nights she had recently, Lin Miao was suddenly full of fighting spirit, secretly vowing that today Sun Zhe would not be able to handle her.

At this moment, she only felt her own power was frighteningly strong.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp..."

In the backyard among the flowers.

Lin Miao crouched in front of Sun Zhe, one hand holding his leg, the other hand holding his third leg, her fragrant long hair cascading over her shoulders, her small head bobbing back and forth, making sticky sounds, seemingly savoring the moment.

A few minutes later.

She slowly stood up, looking at Sun Zhe with a resentful gaze, reaching out to rub her sore cheeks, "Making it so hard, it’s unbearable. Now it’s your turn to put on the lip balm!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe, without saying a word, scooped her up sideways and began striding toward the living room.

Soon after.

Sun Zhe roughly threw her onto the big bed, pouncing like a hungry tiger, in a few swift moves peeling off her tight yoga pants, revealing her long and beautiful legs wrapped in shiny gray silk.

"These shiny smooth legs, just looking at them feels good."

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but reach out and touch, enjoying the tight, smooth texture.

Lin Miao blushing, "Do you like it?"

"I like it."

"Then I’ll wear it for you every day, okay?"

"Okay."

"..."

Before the battle, Lin Miao felt invincible, thinking she could handle even ten Sun Zhe at once.

However, post-battle she realized how small she was.

In just twenty minutes, she was sent to the peak twice by Sun Zhe, spraying messily, the sheets soaked, as if the ceiling was leaking.

"Ah ah ah... Witch Master, I can’t take it, can I rest for a while?"

But at this moment Sun Zhe was in high spirits, how could he heed her plea?

Sun Zhe carried her off the bed, setting her feet on the ground, bending her over the bed, scornfully saying, "We’re just getting started, my Little President Miao, weren’t you fierce just now?"

"Wuwuwu... Witch Master, you’re bullying me."

Lin Miao was about to burst into tears from grievance.

"I wasn’t bullying you."

"You are bullying me!"

"I’m bullying Little President Miao’s sister."

"Oh, you’re so annoying!"

With a mischievous grin, Sun Zhe slowly pressed against Lin Miao from behind, whispering, "Miaomiao."

"What?"

"How about spreading it yourself? Let your hubby take a look."

"Hmph, no way."

"..."

Two hours later.

Sun Zhe pulled back with a look of satisfaction, contentedly withdrawing, looking at the disheveled Lin Miao sprawled like mud on the messy bed, reminding, "Remember to circulate your energy to absorb when you recover."

"Mm... Got it."

"Then I’m off."

"Aren’t you staying for lunch?"

"No."

"You’re leaving right after? Do you have to be so heartless?"

"Haha, I have to head to the next stop, who told you to be so easily exhausted?"

"..."

...

After parting with Lin Miao, Sun Zhe drove his Apollo supercar to the next destination.

Yang City Central District.

Within a high-end office tower.

Sun Zhe followed the address from his phone, easily finding an office.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Bai Ran in professional attire, black stockings, and high heels.

At this moment Bai Ran was dealing with some work documents, upon seeing Sun Zhe enter, she immediately put down her work, ran to him in high heels, and flung herself into his arms, her eyes slightly reddened.

"You little bastard, you still remember to come see me?"

Sun Zhe gently grasped her soft waist with both hands, effortlessly lifting her onto the desk, asking, "Shall we finish it here first?"

"Hmph, coming in here and immediately messing around."

"Do it right here?"

"Up to you. There’s no one coming around at this time anyway."

"..."

About an hour later.

Bai Ran lay on the desk, her clothes in disarray, hair disheveled, her legs hanging weakly over the desk’s edge, one still partly wrapped in a half-removed stocking, the red-bottomed high heels precariously hanging off her toe.

After a quick clean-up, Sun Zhe used tissues to help her tidy up.

"You little rascal, where are you going next?"

Checking the time, Sun Zhe noticed it was almost eleven o’clock, saying, "Going to the Su Family."

"Visiting President Su?"

"Yes."

"Big President Su or Little President Su?"

"Can’t I visit both?"

Bai Ran playfully kicked him, "Why don’t you stay and have lunch with me before you go?"

Sun Zhe smiled wryly, "You should have said earlier, I already got a message earlier, Elder Su wants me to come for lunch, I’ve already agreed."

"Oh well, you go ahead. Come by when you have time, let me give you a proper squeeze."

"..."

After bidding farewell to Bai Ran, Sun Zhe headed directly to the Su Family.

Upon reaching the Su Family, he observed Elder Su Su Anzai fishing by the fish pond in their villa’s backyard, a little Bluetooth speaker playing traditional opera music by a small table next to him, perfectly leisurely.

Recently, Elder Su had been in poor health, yet he constantly wished to go out fishing with Li Changqing, but Su Qingli wouldn’t let him out, so when the craving hit, he could only fish at home.

"Oh, Sun Zhe, you’re here."

Seeing Sun Zhe approaching with some good wine, the elder placed his fishing rod down to greet him.

"I’ve come to see the elder. Oh, and I’ve brought you some good stuff."

"You rascal, you’re something!"

Unceremoniously accepting the wine, Elder Su placed it aside, squeezing his shoulders meaningfully, "I didn’t want to expose you... You’re here to see Nanzhi, aren’t you?"

Scratching his head, Sun Zhe defensively said, "Mostly here to see you, maybe fish with you."

"Haha, alright, take a seat, I’ll get you a rod. Don’t underestimate this pond, it has some hundred-pound ones!"

Seeing the elder’s proud expression, Sun Zhe asked amazed, "Really? Hundred-pounders?"

"Why don’t you try fishing and find out?"

Sun Zhe eagerly rolled up his sleeves, full of enthusiasm, "Today I’ll give it a shot, maybe we’ll have fish for lunch, perfect with some wine."

"You little rascal, you want to eat the fish this old man worked hard to catch?"

"Hahaha..."

The elder and the young man sat by the pond, chatting about everything from the past to the present, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

Sun Zhe observed the calloused hands of the elder and then looked at those seasoned eyes, unable to help but ask, "Did you do a lot in your youth, elder?"

With a sigh, Elder Su reminisced, "Yes, back in my day, I did a bit of everything, from sales, white-collar jobs, teaching, even some modeling, I’ve done it all in my youth."

Sun Zhe respectfully said, "I never expected you to have done so many jobs in your youth."

"Uh..."

Slightly taken aback, Elder Su paused, "Are you talking about jobs?"

Sun Zhe: "Well... unless there’s another meaning... were you not talking about jobs?"

"Haha, it’s nothing, nothing!"

The air suddenly became still.

"What are you both talking about?"

Amidst the awkwardness, a mature lady’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Sun Zhe turned around to see it was Su Qingli coming, smiling, "Sister Qingli, morning."

Su Qingli rolled her eyes at him, "Morning? It’s already eleven. I heard you were coming for lunch at our place, I’m still busy, and you never offered to help."

"..."