673: C673 Don't Think about Slacking off Continue

C673 Don't Think about Slacking off Continue

The massage lasted for two hours. Gong Mingchuan didn't tell her to stop, so she didn't dare stop.

Her fingers were sore and there was sweat on her forehead.

At this moment, the door was pushed open. A small blister came out. At the door, a cute little head was revealed.

Qian Hee?

Qian Hee bared his teeth and widened his eyes curiously, as if he was looking at who it was.

Babies were forgetful. He was only a year old and did not recognize Le Youyou anymore.

The nanny hurriedly went to pull Qian Hee. Before Cute Bao could say anything, he was carried away.

Le Youyou could not help but feel a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Compared to Gong Mingchuan, she was more willing to take care of Qian Hee.

Just when she was feeling uncomfortable, Qian Hee seemed to break free from the nanny and ran to the door. He showed his small head and blinked his cute big eyes. He looked at Le Youyou without blinking and suddenly shouted, "Milk. . . Drink grandma. . . "

Gong Mingchuan was finally alarmed. He turned his head and glanced at Qian Hee as if he was disturbed by his son and shouted. "Carry him out. "

The nanny hurriedly came to carry Qian Hee.

Le Youyou thought about it.

It seemed that now was the best time to escape. She said, "The child is so cute. I, I will go play with Qian Hee for a while. . . "

Gong Mingchuan showed a mocking look. "What does he have to do with you? Do you need to worry about him?"

"I, I raised him. " Le Youyou said confidently.

"You are not qualified. " Gong Mingchuan said coldly, "Are you tired of massaging me? So you want to slack off? "

Le Youyou,. . . ""

She did not want to give him a massage at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to see her father, she would have left long ago.

"Don't even think about slacking off. " A thin layer of sweat appeared on Gong Mingchuan's forehead. "Continue. "

The nanny carried Qian Hee away.

Le Youyou was helpless. She suppressed the anger in her heart and continued to massage his temple.

Her hand joints were sore, as if they were about to break.

Xiang Chen brought a cup of tea for Gong Mingchuan to drink.

Actually, this was not tea, but medicine.

Medicine was much more effective than massage.

After drinking that cup of tea, Gong Mingchuan's expression relaxed a lot.

After about an hour, Gong Mingchuan's pale face eased up a little. He waved his hand and said, "Stop. "

"Are you all right?" Le Youyou did not expect that her massage could reduce his pain. Her skills were not bad.

"Your massage is not bad. " Gong Mingchuan said, "But your dad has already left. He said that he does not want to see you. . . "1

Le Youyou was stunned.

She stayed here for the whole afternoon just to see her father.

In the end, he left?

And he didn't want to see her?

"Nonsense. . . "

"I don't need to lie to you. " Gong Mingchuan stood up and walked towards the door.

Le Youyou followed him. "Then why did you only tell me now?"

This afternoon, she had stayed here with him. Was she fooled by him?

"You didn't say you were leaving. . . " Gong Mingchuan walked down the stairs step by step and said without turning his head. "I thought you liked to give me massage. "

I like it?

What do you like?!

"Young Master Gong really knows how to put gold on his face. He is really bullying people. . . " Le Youyou clenched her fists tightly and almost could not control herself as she punched his back.

But there were a few bodyguards standing downstairs and Le Youyou immediately stopped.

"Xiang Chen. " Gong Mingchuan ordered, "Send her back to the Fourth Prison. "

Xiang Chen nodded. "Yes, young master. " He walked towards Le Youyou, "Miss Le, let's go. "

"Gong Mingchuan. . . I don't want to be locked up there. . . " Le Youyou could not help but shout, "Why should I be locked up there?"

"If you don't go there, do you want to stay with me?" Gong Mingchuan was already sitting at the dining table, elegantly holding a knife and fork. The bright light was on his three dimensional facial features, which made his face even more handsome, almost devilish.

"I. . . " Le Youyou gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked outside. "Then I will stay in the Fourth Prison. "

Looking at Le Youyou's back, Gong Mingchuan's expression was covered in a layer of gloominess and confusion.

He threw down the knife and fork and sent a message to Xiang Chen.

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