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Chapter 68 Not every tomorrow has a future

If I want it, will you be willing? If you are willing, keep our child for me. If I am not by your side in the future, if it is in the future.

His throat felt a little sore, and the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms was right in front of him. In the charming scene in the room, he couldn't help but think about the bursts of pain in his chest.

A wave of heat surged through her body, and Qian Lianxi was shocked to realize that he had spread his seed deep into her body. She immediately pushed him away in surprise, turning her head away with embarrassment, "Why don't you

Wear that one?" After she finished speaking, her face turned red.

He knew that she wouldn't be willing, but he never wanted to care whether she was willing, right?

"Why should you wear it? I said that if I want you to be pregnant with my child, you must have my child!" His eyes were filled with flames. The next moment, before she could scream in surprise, he had already turned over.

Press her down again.

A room filled with spring sunshine, no time to hide it, and amidst the ups and downs of heavenly happiness, Qian Lianxia finally lost her strength and successfully passed out.

He withdrew from her body and covered her with a quilt. She was extremely tired and sleeping beside her, but she slept peacefully. Perhaps it was as if she knew that he was by her side and he would not hurt her, so even if she was tired

Even though she was asleep, she still slept peacefully.

Ye Shengge got out of bed with one leg, his naked body clearly visible under the light. There was a cigarette case on the bedside. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. Under the flowing light, he was naked.

Sitting on the bedside with his long legs crossed, the cigarette butts between his fingers were burning with sparks. Only his handsome face in the smoke looked so frowning and gloomy.

Happiness is sometimes very far away, especially far away from him. Every time he always thinks he can be close to heaven, fate will always play tricks on him again and again. Just like most people love the taste of coffee, coffee

It is very bitter, and the deep bitterness is like the taste of life, but some people don't understand that after tasting all kinds of bitterness, if you taste a little sweetness, you will never let go of the sweet taste.

He tasted the sweet taste, but he had to give up the sweet taste.

The green palms cast a shadow in the aisle, and the black Mercedes-Benz pierced the silence here. Ye Shengge's face was obscured by the glass windows and was not clear.

The butler stepped forward to open the car door, and stepped out of the door with long legs. Ye Shengge, who was wearing a dark suit, had no expression on his face, like a lifeless sculpture.

The butler didn't wait for him to ask, and replied: "Go back to the prince, I am already waiting for you in the study!"

"Yeah," Ye Shengge responded calmly, walking through the lobby and walking up the spiral staircase.

Mr. Long stood at the window leaning on a cane. Only the old man's apocalyptic scenery could be seen from his hunched back. He was still tall and straight, like a standing doorpost of the Long family. Only the white hair on his head showed the traces of age on his body.

traces below.

Ye Shengge pushed open the study door and stood behind him.

"What do you want from me?" Mr. Long turned around, his expression still expressionless. He didn't like this grandson.

There was a hint of fatigue on Ye Shengge's handsome face, and the dark shadows under his eyelids seemed to be a symbol of poor sleep. He was talking, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. "Old man, I promise you."

Mr. Long looked at him in astonishment, only to hear him say calmly again: "I promise you, I will marry Miyako Ji. If there are no accidents, the sooner the better. I don't like to delay."

The scene where he vowed not to agree was still before him. Mr. Long asked again with suspicion: "You really agree to marry Ziji, but didn't you say you would never agree?"

"It was the beginning," a devilish smile bloomed on his fair face, "Since Ziji is already mine, of course I should take responsibility for her. Aren't you also happy with this result?"

Although Mr. Long was not happy to see him and Miyako-hime, after that incident, marriage seemed to be the only way to stabilize the family. For the sake of this family, Mr. Long's words were more respectful and joyful, "In this case

, I will choose a date later, and today I will ask someone to draft a newspaper to inform the public as soon as possible that Prince Long is getting married, and I will gather family members later to announce the news."

Ye Shengge ignored his words, turned and left the study, "These things are up to you."

He left Long's house expressionlessly like a puppet and sat in the seat of the Mercedes-Benz. The sunlight fell on his hair and cheeks through the half-open window, casting a shadow on his face.

He stepped on the gear, kicked off the accelerator and rushed forward. The fallen leaves stirred up a cloud of dust, flying high into the sky. I don't know if it was the dust from the wind or the emotions that had nowhere to go.

The sea breeze stirred up the water surface, and the black Mercedes-Benz rushed into the Haitian Villa like a cannonball. Ye Shengge almost stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly into the garage.

Across a parking space, six old restored Audis stood quietly in that parking space, but he never dared to walk over and touch them. Ever since he made that decision, he had lost the qualification to touch them.

Ye Shengge stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his hands, with Chun Hua and Hao Lianfeng behind him.

He turned around and looked at the two people behind him. Zhen Hua's arm was still wrapped in a bandage, which was far from as light as Hao Lianfeng said.

But he deliberately glanced past her dark eyes that wanted to gain some attention from him, and turned to an unknown focus, "Feng, tell me how many years have you two been following me?" There are people whose love he can't give, so he would rather not even give it to him.

He didn't show any concern at all, completely blocking her thoughts.

There was disappointment in Xun Hua's eyes, and Hao Lianfeng replied without even thinking: "Back to my young master, twenty-four years."

Ye Shengge fell silent again and looked out the window without saying a word. He spoke again a minute later, "In a few days, it will be my wedding date with Gong Ziji."

He waved his hand to block what Hao Lianfeng behind him wanted to say, "Feng, stop talking, I have already made a decision."

There was pain in Xun Hua's eyes. She forcefully pulled away Hao Lianfeng's hand that held her tightly, and asked Ye Shengge who was opposite him, "Young master, why don't you like Qian Lianxia, ​​and why do you want to marry Gong Ziji?"

, that woman, how could-"

"Report the painting!" Hao Lianfeng grabbed her angrily, "This is the young master's decision, you have no right to interfere."

"Feng," Ye Shengge ignored Zhen Hua's words and continued, "Don't forget what you promised me." His eyes were serious, as if he had put his life in his hands.

Hao Lianfeng clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his emotions and said: "Young Master, does it have to be like this? Do we have any other ways? All these years of difficulties have been overcome."

"Stop talking," Ye Shengge sighed, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "The enemies we face this time are different from the past. We are not facing small gangs and sects, but the entire Southeast Asia and Italy.

Gangster."

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