755: C755 The Joy of Being Inseparable

C755 The Joy of Being Inseparable

If the Huo family turned around, they would definitely intercept him again.

He might not be so lucky as to be able to leave the continent once again.

This time, not only did he lose tens of billions of yuan, he also hated the Far East market.

It was best for the Gong family to defend the interests of Europe and Japan.

"I have to go back. There is no room for negotiation. " Le Youyou's face was stubborn. "I did not say to let you go back with me. . . I can go back myself. "

"Don't even think about it. " Gong Mingchuan looked at her coldly. He turned around and opened the door, ready to leave.

"Gong Mingchuan, are you going to lock me up again?" Le Youyou could not help being angry and shouted loudly.

Gong Mingchuan had already fiercely locked the door and shut her in the room.

Le Youyou was helpless and laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling empty.

The night in the sea was very cold. . .

The moon gave off a dim light and the color was aged.

Le Youyou slowly fell asleep, but in her sleep, her body seemed to be hugged by someone.

Wild kisses were meticulously imprinted on every inch of her skin. . .

With a muffled groan, She opened her eyes and met Gong Mingchuan's slightly scarlet phoenix eyes.

"It feels terrible. . . " She could feel him coming in while she was sleeping. So now, she wanted to push him away, but the feeling of her body being unable to stop made her weak and powerless as soon as she made a sound. It was as if she wanted to reject and welcome him.

"I love you. . . " The man's voice was drowned by the sound of the waves. . .

Her face was filled with confusion.

She could feel that he loved her.

But did she love him?

Of course she loved him.

But how deeply did she love him?

She didn't understand. . .

In the past, she knew very well that she loved him very much. She loved him so much that she was willing to live and die together with him.

But after he became a Butterfly Man, she was confused. . .

Perhaps, she needed time to digest this matter and recognize the true desire in her heart.

He wanted her to do this kind of thing, she followed her instincts, and did not reject him. . .

This night, in his arms, it was rare for her to experience a kind of joy that was hard to separate from each other. . .

And she was so cooperative and so obedient, it was as if the estrangement between them no longer existed, making him wild with joy.

Was she no longer discriminating against Butterfly Men?

Was she no longer afraid of him?

No longer suspecting that he would devour the butterfly queen on her body?2

She knew that there was love between them. After experiencing so much, no matter how they quarreled, she would eventually return to his embrace. . .

"Youyou, in the future, we will be fine in France. . . "

"Yes. . . " Her consciousness was somewhat blurry. She did not know if she agreed or just casually responded.

At this moment, he only felt that he loved her very much. He loved her so much that he wanted to rub her into his body and turn her into his bones. His blood. His life. . .

. . .

For the next few days on the sea, Le Youyou no longer mentioned her father and Huo Zhiqian.

Le Youyou suggested going to Dubai.

Because Yu Qiao rarely contacted her personally and hoped that she could go to Dubai.

Thus, a week later, Gong Mingchuan's boat docked on the coast of ST.

Yu Qiao sent people to pick them up to Fesaer Manor.

Yu Qiao almost cried when she saw Le Youyou and Gong Mingchuan. "Youyou, you are finally here! You didn't even know that I was waiting for you to despair. . . "

"Fesaer is resurrected?" Le Youyou asked.

"Yes. " Yu Qiao said, "I was going to bury him but he sat up from the crystal coffin and called me mom. . . "

Le Youyou glanced at Gong Mingchuan. She did not expect Gong Mingchuan to also look at her. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

Fesaer and Le Youyou were also parasitized by the bacterial strain. If he could turn into a Butterfly Man, then Le Youyou could even turn into a Butterfly Man.

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