131: C131 About Second-hand Pork

C131 About Second-hand Pork

Gong Mingchuan's phoenix-like eyes were especially bright in the darkness of the night. "Stupid woman, have you never flirted with me?"

"When have I ever flirted with you?!" Le Youyou glared at him angrily, full of grievance.

He always pestered her, and she wished she could kick him to Siberia!

His hand was suddenly placed on her chest. "You are wearing so little, and your eyes are so charming. If you are not flirting with a man, what is it?"

Le Youyou snorted, "Everyone knows that pork is very delicious, but can you eat it in other people's bowls?"

After Le Youyou finished speaking, she felt a little regretful. It was too much of a miscalculation. She actually compared herself to pork.

Gong Mingchuan smiled as expected. He said in a domineering and meaningful manner. "I don't know if the pork in other people's bowls is good or not. I only know that the second-hand pork that I have bitten before would rather be crushed in my own bowl than stuffed into other people's mouths. . . "

"Gong Mingchuan, you actually call me second-hand pork!?"

Gong Mingchuan smiled more and more beautifully. "I didn't scold you. It was you who said you were the pork in someone else's bowl. . . "

Le Youyou,. . . ""

"Even if it is pork, so what?" Gong Mingchuan reached out his slender fingers and pinched her chin. "Even if you are a second-hand pork, you are still my second-hand pork. Your value is still high and your potential is limitless!"

His melodious tone sounded as if it was an honor to be his second-hand pork.

Le Youyou,. . . ""

In terms of venomous tongue and debate, she was not his match.

But she did not come today to debate the rights and potential shares of second-hand pork. "Mr. Gong, are you going to return that piece of land or not?"

"You only need to return half of it?"

Le Youyou nodded. "Yes. "

"If I don't return it, will your Mistress punish you?"

"What do you think?" Le Youyou frowned sadly, "The Saudi royal family is not to be trifled with. . . "

"Okay, I agree to give you half. " Gong Mingchuan said straightforwardly, "But you also have to promise me that before I find out who you are, you are not allowed to mess with other wild men. . . "

"What do you mean by messing around?" Le Youyou was indignant, "Can your words be more unpleasant?"

"Hugging, drinking, walking side by side, sitting in a car, dancing together. . . Doing any physical contact with the opposite sex. . . This is all nonsense!"

"Then do I still need to interact with other men, can't I shake hands too. . . "

"No. " The man's voice was firm.

Le Youyou cursed in her heart. You are not mine. Why should you care about me?

But thinking that she wanted to get half of his land, she could only swallow her anger and agree, "Okay, I promise you. "

She gave the land to him. Although she felt that she was great at that time, there would be endless troubles in the future.

Gong Mingchuan still pressed on her body and did not have any intention of withdrawing. His hand suddenly touched her wrist. Her wrist was smooth and delicate. Even the burning scar was gone.

His heart turned cold.

That kind of scar could not even be removed by the plastic surgeon Han Zhengxiu.

She did not have that scar, as if she did not have his imprint.2

Could it be that she really was not Youyou?

So her wrist had never been injured?

But why was the aura in her eyes so familiar?

That day when she stood in front of Le Lee's tombstone, her back was so slender that it was almost the same as Youyou's. He recognized it at a glance.

Even if she walked in the sea of people, he could immediately recognize her small body.

Le Youyou could not help but ask: "Can I leave now?"

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