A Kun seemed to think for a while before saying: "Tang, Tang Ke'er." There are so many princesses, how could he have the intention to remember their real names?
If this princess hadn't been special and borrowed his money, he probably wouldn't have remembered it.
Leng Jianan said coldly: "You have only three minutes to come up."
After that, hung up the phone
He took a deep look at Tang Keer, then casually lifted the quilt and covered her naked body as she slept. It was really not that ugly.
Akun didn't dare to neglect, and rushed over two minutes later. Leng Jianan leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and looked at him coldly.
With a flattering smile on her face, A-Kun glanced at the closed door and whispered: "Why, Master Leng, has she made you angry? Or is she just not a virgin at all?"
Damn it, if you dare to lie to me, I will kill her now."
Leng Jianan said coldly: "Maybe I should kill you first."
A'kun sat down next to Leng Jianan and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, boss. I don't dare to test it myself. I'm sorry for you. I will definitely give you an explanation."
Leng Jianan still said calmly: "Why did she come here to be a princess?"
A'kun rolled his eyes, wondering what Leng Jianan meant by this, whether he was trying to offend him or just talking in general.
I had to say carefully: "Boss, she just lent me 50,000 yuan to be a princess for a few months to pay off the debt. I looked at her clean face and thought she was really clean."
I have dirty your body, boss. Do you think you should remove her hands or break her feet?"
Leng Jianan sneered, bent down, picked up a lighter on the coffee table and started playing with it.
He didn't speak, and Akun didn't dare to say anything casually, so he could only smile from time to time.
Leng Jianan looked particularly deep in the flickering firelight: "Tell me, does my woman look better with her hands broken or her feet broken?"
A Kun smiled playfully: "I can break it off anywhere... What, Mr. Leng, your woman? How dare we touch your woman? Are you kidding me?"
Leng Jianan's eyes turned cold: "Didn't you just say that you had cut off her hands and feet?"
"She's not..." A Kun's expression suddenly changed mid-sentence, and he quickly stood up and said nervously, "Boss, don't scare me, she... she is your woman?"
Akun pointed at the closed door.
Leng Jianan sneered: "If she looks familiar, you will recognize her next time."