Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

The floor above the bar is a VIP box.

Di Yuanjue sat next to Long Qingcheng, throwing his suit jacket on the floor, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his arm that had been cut by a bullet, and blood was flowing to the ground.

He, who was handsome and pale, wrapped his other hand tightly around Long Qingcheng's slender waist, and brought his face close to hers.

His cold eyes were deep and his evil nature was gentle. His eyes met with Long Qingcheng's, and they were very close.

"Aqing, please bandage it for me, okay? I don't want others to touch me."

The shadow thunder standing on one side...

The medical kit in his hand was so dazzling. He looked at Long Qingcheng very sensibly and said sheepishly, "Miss Long, should I put the medical kit here?"

His words were questions, which directly attracted Di Yuan Jue's hostile gaze.

Frightened, Ying Lei quickly put it down, and just when he turned around to leave, he heard the person behind him say coldly, "Ying Lei, come and bandage it."

Di Yuan's extremely handsome face was pale and his pupils were dead: "..."

He Chen crossed his legs and looked at Di Yuanjue as if he were watching a show.

You are awesome, using your own body to prove that Long Qingcheng is the best for you, but you have forgotten that she crawled out from the dead.

What she fears the most is someone risking her life.

And you just made a fatal mistake.

If you worry about gains and losses, you will still lose her even without me. Di Yuanjue, you don't trust Long Qingcheng from the bottom of your heart, otherwise you wouldn't come to me.

Your love is not worth mentioning at all.

Maybe I was disappointed too early.

He Chen's smile became brighter and brighter, as if a lifeless corpse had been completely transformed into a bright and cheerful person.

This change of his was naturally discovered by Di Yuanjue.

He was wrong, and even realizing it now would not help.

-

at that time.

Long Qingcheng glanced at He Chen, as if to warn him to restrain himself. She knew about Di Yuanjue's affairs, but she didn't know about He Chen's affairs. Countermeasures were what her eldest brother was best at.

Seeing that Di Yuanjue had asked Ying Lei to start bandaging his arm, her heart dropped. If he really waited for her, she might not be able to calm down tonight.

Playing with life, you think you are a nine-tailed fox, do you have nine lives?

He Chen noticed something unusual at this time, "Qingcheng, have you smoked?"

Di Yuanjue immediately raised his head and looked over in confusion.

Long Qingcheng himself fell on the sofa, crossed his legs, and took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket. He was very lazy, with his arms stretched out, like a fatuous empress preparing to be blessed with a male favorite.

"Just pumping and playing."

He Chen said like a big brother, "Smoking is not good. You should touch Qingcheng less."

"Okay, I got it." Long Qingcheng spoke to He Chen naturally, completely ignoring Di Yuanjue's angry and jealous mood, which was about to explode.

She raised her beautiful swan neck and thought of the Lin family's affairs. "The matter of the Lin family and his wife has been settled. I have sent them over. Please take good care of them and don't let them escape."

He Chen smiled, his smile was charming and evil, "Okay, I got it."

The two of them were playing riddles, causing the confused Di Yuan to kick the coffee table directly. The next second, Ying Lei exclaimed, "Nine Masters..."

The two of them both looked over, and he used his only good hand to pull all the wine bottles on the table to the floor, and the crackling sound echoed throughout the box.

He Chen groaned and chuckled.

Long Qingcheng took a look and said, "Brother, please go back."

"Are you going to do this by yourself?" He pointed at the crazy man.

Long Qingcheng nodded. He couldn't tell clearly now. It must be another sleepless night tonight.

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When only the two of them were left in the huge box, the crazy Di Yuanjue sat obediently on the sofa, motionless.

Long Qingcheng walked over, "What should I do to make you believe in me?"

Her voice was lonely and lonely, like floating in the water. She didn't know where to make her home?

Di Yuanjue's throat rolled, and his voice was very hoarse, "I'm not, I don't..."

Even if he said such incomprehensible words, Long Qingcheng understood the meaning.

She slowly moved closer, gently lifted the man's chin with her fingers, stepped up her thighs, and sat directly on the man's lap. The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine, which was extremely intoxicating.

She looked at Di Yuanjue and said in a helpless voice, "You didn't, then why did you send me a text message and ask He Chen to hit you with a gun and make me misunderstand him? Di Yuanjue, this is what you believe in me?"

Di Yuanjue buried his face deeply into the side of the woman's neck, and the girl raised his other hand forcefully, "Because you have never said you love me, I'm afraid that you don't like me deeply, and I'm afraid that you will leave. I……"

He is a human being, with human joys and sorrows. He used to hate himself for being like this, but now he only needs to understand Long Qingcheng's emotions.

Long Qingcheng held up the man's cheeks with both hands. She lifted up the man's collar in a charming way and slowly unbuttoned it. She unbuttoned the man's silk shirt with her fingers, one by one, until half of his smooth and strong body was exposed.

Like a buyer who spends a lot of money, she bought the beautiful male model in front of her, doing whatever she wanted, gently stroking Di Yuanjue's texture with her fingers, and her eyes were slightly red.

The next second, her hand moved downwards, her eyes as cold as ice, enchanting and bright.

"Di Yuanjue, if I say I love you once a day, won't you doubt me? Is such unfounded love really worth believing?"

Di Yuanjue was obsessed, as if wherever Long Qingcheng was around, all his thoughts would be taken away.

He wanted her, to possess her forever.

"As long as it's you, I believe it." Di Yuanjue raised his arm and stroked Long Qingcheng's cheek with his fingers, his voice was low, he leaned down and lowered his eyes, and directly covered it with his lips.

Selfless and affectionate kiss, breath entangled, ambiguous and charming,

Long Qingcheng would not make promises easily. As long as he said something, it must be true. He believed in the woman in front of him because she was Long Qingcheng.

Suddenly, Di Yuanjue felt that Long Qingcheng had put something on his injured arm. It was cold. He wanted to take a look, but Long Qingcheng raised his head forcefully, and her fingers were caressing inside. Stirring, he leaned over and looked at the blood-red blood beads.

It fit perfectly and fit perfectly on his hand.

The slender fingers are even more beautiful.

It's hard to put it down.

Di Yuanjue's whole body trembled, and he took a breath of cold air. He tilted his neck back, glanced at his eyebrows impatiently, and said in a tone of excessive desire, "Aqing, should we go back?"

I want to go home, I want to fight in bed for three hundred rounds and resolve their damn misunderstanding.

Long Qingcheng nodded, "Yes."