612: C612 Young Master Gong Was Jealous

C612 Young Master Gong Was Jealous

Youyou lay flat on the ground, her heart beating rapidly.

After tonight, she and Tang Beiyue would officially be husband and wife, and Gong Mingchuan would be completely finished with her. . .

For some reason, there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

She ruthlessly extinguished that trace of reluctance in her heart. At the same time, the man turned his body and pressed down on her body.

An unfamiliar man's aura tightly wrapped around her. She felt that it was very unfamiliar, very terrifying. . . She clenched her teeth tightly on her lips, her eyes also filled with panic.

This kind of feeling did not seem like consummating a marriage with her husband, but rather. . .

But she was clearly married to Tang Beiyue.

Youyou ruthlessly cut off the wild thoughts in her mind. Opening her eyes, she carefully looked at Tang Beiyue.

The man was also covering her body and staring at her.

Below him was the face that he had been thinking about day and night, and tonight, he could really get her.

All of this was like a dream. . .

If this was a dream, then tell him not to wake up. . .

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When Gong Mingchuan arrived at the Han family, Han Yuvri was standing at the window of the secondary bedroom on the second floor. He held a telescope in his hand and looked into the bedroom window across from him.

"Sneaking around, what are you looking at?" Gong Mingchuan asked his former brother-in-law, "Are you looking at the leisurely room?"

Only then did Han Yuvri take back his binoculars. He lowered his head and saw Gong Mingchuan standing downstairs.

Han Yuvri looked at Gong Mingchuan with sympathy.

He was obsessed just now and wanted to know how Youyou consummated her marriage. He took the telescope and looked at it, but the other side's curtains were seamlessly closed. He could not see anything at all.

It was really too embarrassing, to actually be caught by Gong Mingchuan.

"Nothing. . . " Han Yuvri said, "Did you pick Qianxun up? I will get someone to call Qianxun down right now. The little guy ate too much and was very sleepy, so he went to sleep in the guest room. "

" Don't wake Qianxun up so quickly. Call Youyou down first. . . I have something to say to her. " Gong Mingchuan very consciously walked to the sofa and sat down. It was as if this was his own home and he was not the least bit reserved.

Ten minutes later, Han Yuvri walked in front. Youyou walked behind in her pajamas and went downstairs with sleepy eyes.

Gong Mingchuan narrowed his eyes when he saw Youyou in her pajamas and a red scar on her neck.

Youyou went straight to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. She raised her head and drank it all.

A stream of water flowed from the corner of her mouth. The water flowed down her chin and to her neck. Then it flowed into her pajamas. The collar of her pajamas and the rising and falling chest line showed a trace of red. That should be a kiss mark. . .

Gong Mingchuan's chest started to beat rapidly. His eyes were red and his hands were clenched by his side. His knuckles were cracking.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Youyou finished drinking the water and walked to the sofa opposite him to sit down. "Qianxun will come down in a while. Wait a moment. "

Gong Mingchuan stared at Youyou, but Youyou lowered her eyes. She took out the lady's cigarette from the coffee table and seemed to want to smoke.

Suddenly, Gong Mingchuan grabbed it and stared at her.

Youyou's face was full of innocence and surprise. "Gong Mingchuan, this is my house. What do you want to do?"2

"Where's Tang Beiyue?" He asked coldly. If his voice could be turned into ice, it would definitely freeze the entire living room.

"He's sleeping. . . "

"Sleeping in your room?"

Le Youyou was somewhat impatient. "We have already divorced. . . I already have a husband. Why are you still asking about my private matters? I am very embarrassed, okay?"

Gong Mingchuan took a deep breath. " Le Youyou, you better cherish your body. Don't overindulge yourself and die. I will not collect your corpse. . . "

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