Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Di Yuanjue glanced coldly, and was about to pick up the lighter again and prepare to smoke a cigarette, but the cigarette was already in hand and before he could light it, Long Qingcheng leaned forward and raised his hand, pinched the cigarette and said, "Stop smoking, too." It’s not good for your health.”

She saw that the ashtray not far from him was very full, and she knew that the person in front of her had smoked a lot before she came.

She is very distressed.

Ying Lei behind him didn't dare to make a sound. This was the first time anyone dared to control Master Jiu.

He was simply in admiration.

If it weren't for the madam's strong character, he wouldn't believe it even to death.

The girl was very close, and he could feel her glance, smile, and the heat of her breath. Her flawless white hands seemed to have an attraction that made him unable to move.

His sharp and handsome facial features became a little softer, and the hostility in his body dissipated somewhat. He raised his sexy thin lips and said in a bewitching voice, "Aren't we not at the point where we care about each other yet?"

Long Qingcheng: "..." Wasn't she just a quick talker?

The two people were so close that their breaths were intertwined.

Long Qingcheng calmed down, looked into the man's deep eyes, and intuitively couldn't ignore this topic.

Simply, her eyes flashed, she lay slightly on the sofa, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't mean that, Lord Jiu, you misunderstood my meaning." She grabbed the man's clothes and said in a weak voice, "In order to come here, I didn’t eat at night, Master Jiu, I’m hungry.”

Di Yuan Jue's brows were slightly furrowed, but when he saw Long Qingcheng's actions, his stern look was covered with a faint smile.

He gestured to Ying Lei, who immediately went out to prepare the meal.

Fifteen minutes later, the aroma of rice filled the private room.

The auction has ended, and Lin Ye won the repair fluid for 2 million. He clutched his money bag and cried to death. He looked at the culprit not far away, but he was enjoying the hot drink.

He looked at Di Yuanjue aggrievedly, as if he was complaining, "You want to compensate me."

Di Yuanjue rubbed his cigarette with his thumb and said in a cold voice: "What do you want the repair fluid for?"

"Give it to a friend for treatment." She didn't lie. She was indeed hungry. She took disinfectant and her body began to sweat. If she hadn't been holding on, she would have fallen asleep long ago.

"Friend?" The man leaned forward slightly, and the cold vanilla smell, unique to Di Yuanjue, hit his face. Long Qingcheng said "Yes", she raised her hand slightly to take out the tissue, and the next moment her hand was caught.

The man almost grabbed the girl's chin, with a dangerous look in his eyes: "What is this?"

Covered pinholes are seen.

Long Qingcheng blinked, telling lies without blinking, "I have a fever, I dropped the infusion bottle..."

"Above the arm?" The man obviously didn't believe it.

The girl's face turned red with embarrassment, "I fainted from the needle."

A doctor who holds a silver needle in his hand is actually afraid that others will prick him with needles. Telling it is a joke.

But Long Qingcheng couldn't care so much, so she could only explain it this way.

"An Xu." Di Yuanjue called, putting his fair arms on his legs with a solemn expression, "Show her."

Long Qingcheng: "..." Fortunately, she sweats, and her body will heat up unconsciously.

Therefore, An Xu did say that he had a fever.

Di Yuanjue's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of anger appeared between his thick eyebrows. He stood up and dragged Long Qingcheng out, "You are not allowed to get hurt, do you understand? Long Qingcheng."

You are mine, and by my side, I won't allow you to feel any discomfort.