Chapter 1617
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"Our flight is the day after tomorrow."
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "Senior Lin doesn't know?"
"I think so." Yun Hu glanced at the closed smoking room. "He didn't respond at all when I asked for his information."
Bo Jiu thought to herself. He was still suffering, he didn't even know that his flight ticket had been booked.
She smiled and returned to the previous chat, her eyes filled with mischief. "Senior Lin, how's your counterattack plan?"
Very quickly, a reply came. "What's the rush? One day, I'll sleep with Yun Hu until he's satisfied!"
"Is that so?" Bo Jiu replied slowly, not believing him at all. "I wish you success."
"I have a plan these two days." Lin Feng took a puff of his cigarette. "He can forget about escaping."
Regardless of whether they got married or not, this person could only be his.
He would sleep with him the next day.
Bo Jiu reminded him. "Don't be suppressed."
"Are you joking? Who do you think I am? "
His blind confidence made Bo Jiu's gaze even more playful. She felt as though she was about to witness a good show.
But before she could "encourage" Senior Lin, his phone was taken away.
He glanced at her faintly. "Madam Qin, it's dinner time now. I don't think I need to remind you to use your phone."
With that, he picked up a piece of chicken and sent it to her lips.
Bo Jiu opened her mouth and ate it, smiling faintly. "Brother Mo, since we are getting married, can we do that thing?"
"What thing?" Qin Mo asked slowly. His long and fair fingers finished peeling the prawn, dipping it into the seasoning before feeding it naturally.
As Bo Jiu ate, she leaned over. Her handsome face, the cleanness of a youngster, was mixed with a devilish air. "Our wedding night."
Bang!
The butler, who was wearing white gloves, walked over with a bottle of red wine. He was about to refill their glasses when he heard Bo Jiu's words, knocking his head against the wall.
As a butler who had lived in the An family for so many years.
His current level of Chinese was enough to understand the meaning of 'our wedding night'.
But didn't the Asians say that they were reserved?
Why does Miss Jiu seem to be the same as when she was young? She doesn't know how to be reserved at all.
After all, Young Master was often pounced on by Miss Jiu at that time.
But the young master now …
The butler turned his head to observe his young master's reaction.
Unexpectedly, Young Master just wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his expression noble and cold. "Sure."
The butler felt that at this moment, he should have disappeared. He was the only one with a weaker tolerance.
Bo Jiu wanted to drink another glass of red wine.
Unexpectedly, Qin Mo held her wrist and stood up. He lowered his eyes to look at her. "Aren't we going to consummate our marriage?
"Now?" Why did it feel like the Almighty was more anxious than her? Bo Jiu glanced up.
Qin Mo lowered his voice. "Have you ever heard of the phrase 'no waiting after the deadline'?"
Bo Jiu smiled and stood up. Now was the time. Anyway, when she saw him standing under the streetlight, her hands started to itch.
The Almighty's temperament was so cold that it made people want to beat him up.
Qin Mo glanced sideways at the person beside him. She looked as though she had stolen honey and was smiling wickedly. His thin lips lifted.
She didn't even bother to hide her desire to take advantage of him.
Since that was the case.
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