117: C117 Lend Me Your Things

C117 Lend Me Your Things

Gong Mingchuan looked at the woman in front of him with a meaningful look in his eyes. He then looked at the old man who was a cleaner at the end of the corridor.

He finally understood what was going on.

The woman was wearing white clothes and white pants. She had neat short hair and high heels. She was the woman who had snatched the land from him?

The woman from Fesaer's family?!

He looked at her face, and a trace of contemplation appeared in his eyes.

Le Youyou walked towards him. "Sir, can I borrow your things for a while?"

The man looked at her somewhat familiar face and his eyes were filled with endless contemplation.

He looked at her for a long time before asking, "What is it?"

"Lips. "

After saying that, Le Youyou stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.

The assistants behind the man cried out in surprise.

Gong Mingchuan was stunned for a moment, then calmly reached out his palm to block her mouth. She crashed into his palm.

His palm was warm, and her breath sprayed into his palm, creating a thin layer of water vapor.

Gong Mingchuan touched the woman's face and felt that it was soft, smooth, and soft. . .

An awkward expression flashed across his face. He used his fingers to pinch her face and threw her to the side. "Sorry, I won't lend it to you. "

"If you let me kiss you, I can get that piece of land. As for how to divide that piece of land, we'll discuss it later. "

The man pondered for a moment, and a trace of ridicule appeared in his phoenix eyes. "If you don't want to kiss that old man, you can kiss the young one. The ones behind me are all pure men, you can choose any one of them. . . "

Le Youyou shook her head as if she was doing it on purpose. "I just happen to like your appearance!"

This was deliberately teasing him.

Gong Mingchuan was actually more interested in that piece of land. "Do you keep your word?"

"Yes. . . "

"He did not regret it. "

"No. "

Gong Mingchuan put one of his hands in his pants and wrapped his other hand around her neck, pulling her into his embrace. He then pressed her neck and pressed her lips against his.

Four thin lips tightly pressed against each other. The assistants behind him also turned around and looked elsewhere.

Le Youyou's face turned pale. Her hands were tightly clenched and her palms were covered in sweat.

That year, a piece of clothing that he gave his sister almost died in the fire.

He escaped from the fire and told her that he had never been moved by her. . .

As expected, he really didn't love her.

Four years later, he already had another woman and child, but he still agreed to her teasing.

She only gave it a try and was utterly disappointed.2

He found a woman similar to her and gave birth to a daughter, so she was especially disgusting.

Seeing the disgust in the woman's eyes, a hint of surprise flashed across the man's eyes.

Didn't she provoke him first? He actually felt disgusted at this moment?

Perhaps it was because of his rebellious mentality that he had originally only pressed his lips against hers. Suddenly, he pried open her thin lips and swept through her mouth without restraint.

Was he, Gong Mingchuan, that fun?!

He even took out his phone and took a few selfies on the side, taking pictures of the two people's faces.

Le Youyou struggled to push him away, but before she could use her hand, he already noticed and pushed her away.

"Is that enough?" He asked coldly, "It should be enough for you to get that piece of land, right?"

Le Youyou wiped her lips with her hands behind her back, feeling more and more complicated in her heart.

She quickly calmed down the trembling in her heart and raised her eyes to look at him provocatively, "Your technique is not good enough. I do not want to have a second time. "

The man sneered and a profound smile appeared on his lips.

In the next moment, he thought of something and showed her the photo on his phone. "How do I send the photo to you?"

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