Good Morning, Mister Dragon! Chapter 446 - I Won't Hurt You

Chapter 446: I Won’t Hurt You

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The following day, Su Qianxun was still in a bad mood. Long Sijue pulled her over and asked her to help tie his tie for him.

Su Qianxun put the tie around his collar and tied it up for him. She took a glance at him curiously. “Why do you keep wearing this tie lately? Shouldn’t you change things up a bit?”

He seemed to wear this tie that she gave to him every day, despite the fact that it did not match some of his outfits. Fortunately for Long Sijue, he was handsome enough to pull off anything. Therefore, no one really thought that his fas.h.i.+on choices were odd.

“I only have this one tie. What else should I wear if I don’t wear this one?” Long Sijue raised his hands and b.u.t.toned his sleeves.

Su Qianxun was slightly startled. “What do you mean by you only have one tie? Don’t you have a lot of them?”

“I threw them all away,” Long Sijue replied flatly.

Su Qianxun was dumbstruck for a moment.

Su Qianxun looked at his wrist. He was still wearing the watch he always wore. “Didn’t your fiancée give you a wrist.w.a.tch that is worth twenty million RMB? Why aren’t you wearing it?”

“Uh? What?” Long Sijue simply asked while straightening his sleeves.

“I’m talking about the wrist.w.a.tch your fiancée gave to you. Shouldn’t you wear it every day?”

“I’ve never seen it. Perhaps it’s thrown away.”

Su Qianxun widened her eyes with astonishment. ‘He simply threw away a wrist.w.a.tch that is worth twenty million RMB?’

Long Sijue’s cell phone started ringing. He took the phone out and took a look at the screen before answering the call. “Yes?”

“On New Year’s Day, the current president will hold a charity auction. You should attend with Beiqing. Qingcheng will be your date,” Long Aotian ordered.

“Got it!”

After Long Sijue hung up, he saw that the young woman was standing in front of him in a daze. He held her waist in his large hands and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips. He eventually let go of Su Qianxun when she was nearly out of breath.

“Don’t overthink… you just need to remember that I won’t hurt you, okay?” Long Sijue pressed his forehead against hers and said.

Su Qianxun but her lip. She wanted to ask him so badly. ‘Why must I give birth to his child?’ But she knew that he would not answer her.

…..

In the hotel room, Long Aotian and Lan Qingcheng were still intertwined with each other like Siamese twins. Long Aotian tossed his cell phone aside, grabbed Lan Qingcheng’s fair, slim thighs and continued thrusting. Lan Qingcheng was lying in bed with an elated look on her face.

“I’m telling you. That kid, Long Sijue might not even be as good in bed as I am!” Long Aotian said proudly.

“Um, Uncle Long is the best. But I’m very worried. Auntie Xiao has been so nice to me. If she knows about us, she’ll be very upset,” Lan Qingcheng said with a remorseful expression on her face.

“Silly child, she won’t know! Don’t worry!” Long Aotian said and immediately bent over to hold her youthful, ravis.h.i.+ng body. He was completely obsessed with it.

Lan Qingcheng curved her lips with disdain. ‘Who the h*ll cares if that old hag’s feelings are hurt? If it weren’t the fact that the old lady is still useful to me. I wouldn’t even spare her a look!’

Within seconds, Long Aotian had f*cked Lan Qingcheng into oblivion. If she had to be honest, this man was genuinely good in bed, and she was extremely pleased with his ‘skills’.

…..

When Long Sijue drove Su Qianxun to campus, Gu Mian was waiting for her at the entrance. As the two young women walked into the campus, Ke Ran hurried over and caught up to them. “Qianxun, Gu Mian, I kept calling Mimi on the phone but she never answered. Do you think I should file a police report?”

Ke Ran was genuinely worried. After all, Bai Weimi was her closest friend in this university.

“Ke Ran, you should decide what you want to do. Bai Weimi tried to set Qianxun up. What do you expect her to say?” Gu Mian asked flatly in response.