Kuai Chuan: I was picked up by the sickly male protagonist again

He stretched out his hand in front of Du Mingfeng, begging him for the winning prize of the bet.

"You lost. I managed to meet Mr. Nangong today. I'm willing to lose the bet. Bring the three bags of gold ingots I agreed to!"

Du Mingfeng was still unable to extricate himself from the grief that the oiran Nangongchao had been taken over by Su Lang.

Seeing Su Lang's extended hand, and remembering the bet he made with him not long ago, his face became even uglier for a while.

Three bags of gold ingots.

He didn't have so many gold ingots on him at all, let alone three bags, he couldn't take out even one bag.

Although it is true that he is the son of a great general, no matter how much money he has every month, it is far from that much.

This bag of gold ingots is so big, if you add up to three bags of gold ingots, you can buy a nice house in Weicheng.

Seeing that Du Mingfeng hadn't moved, Su Lang could tell at a glance that he must be unable to take out even a single gold ingot.

Not surprisingly.

Dang even laughed at Du Mingfeng mercilessly, "Why haven't you brought the gold ingots that you agreed on? Don't you mean that you can't come up with so many gold ingots, so you want to play tricks?"

"No, didn't you tell Yunniang that you are the son of a great general? Why can't you even take out these bags of gold ingots? It's too shabby for the son of a great general."

Du Mingfeng: (angry`Д′angry)

He really wanted to play tricks and deny it, but he didn't expect Su Lang to say his thoughts so directly in public.

Thinking that there was Mr. Nangong next to him, Du Mingfeng's face became a little hot after he heard these words.

Immediately, he gave Su Lang a hard look, "Who wants to play tricks! I have a lot of money, just a few bags of gold ingots, I haven't paid much attention to it."

"Then you should bring the agreed gold ingot!" Knowing that he couldn't come up with the money, Su Lang deliberately reached out to him again.

"My son's ingots are all in the mansion, but I didn't take them with me. I will bring them to you when I return to the mansion."

Du Mingfeng bit the bullet and found an excuse, trying to fool him and get away with it.

Su Lang ignored his words, "Who knows if you will refuse to accept the debt when you return home, no! You can either take it out immediately, or write an IOU and put your fingerprint on it for me."

"Write and write!"

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Du Mingfeng could only grit his teeth and stare at Su Lang, and agreed to write the IOU.

Seeing that Du Mingfeng agreed to write the IOU, Su Lang immediately waved for someone to bring pens, ink and stamps.

Standing beside him, he watched Du Mingfeng finish writing the IOU.

The man next to him who had chatted with Su Lang was shocked after watching the operation.

Soon.

After successfully getting the IOU, Su Lang put it in his small bag in a very happy mood, and waved to Du Mingfeng, "Okay, you can go."

"This young master is going to have fun with Mr. Nangong, so I won't accompany you!"

While waving his hand, he intentionally pulled his man over, kissed him crisply and resoundingly on the cheek, provoking Du Mingfeng, "Bo'er——"

After the kiss, Su Lang led his man directly, happily left the reception area, and went to his room.

Du Mingfeng stood where he was, looking at the figure of the two leaving hand in hand, his face turned red, pale, and blue.

His hands were shaking with anger.

Turning his head, he saw the tea set on the table in front of him. He raised his hand in an extremely irritated manner and wanted to sweep the tea set to the ground, "Ah!!"

As soon as he raised his hand, he was caught by someone.

"Mingfeng, don't be presumptuous here."