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Chapter 77: His strong fingers clasped together (9)

At this time, Su Ying frowned slightly.

It hurts to look at that clenched hand!

Doesn't he know that he's trying too hard?

I still don’t know how to show mercy to women.

However, she could bear this kind of pain, so she pretended not to care.[

No matter how severe the pain was, she had endured it...

"You have changed." Su Ying said again.

"Changed? How has it changed?"

"..." She became more and more irritable and inexplicable! Su Ying thought to herself, but she didn't want to make trouble with him here. It would be so embarrassing, and it would not only be embarrassing for her own face. He would be better off.

, spend a lot of money just to please the beauty, and have a good talk. And she doesn't want to get the reputation of being a good girl after getting cheap.

Tang Yiling glanced sideways at her, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I can't describe it at all."

"Then slowly describe it later..."

"As expected... I have no topic at all with you..." Su Ying murmured and shook her head.

Will she and him have a future? That's impossible!

Besides, I'm sorry for those slender fingers, that one hurts, I almost wonder if it will be crushed by him.

Is it red? It must be red!

"Mr. Tang, please let go, I want to raise a placard -" Raising the placard was a temporary excuse she made.

As soon as Su Ying finished speaking, Tang Yiling helped her lift it!

Although they had seen the list of items to be auctioned early in the morning, their minds were focused on each other and they had not heard clearly yet which treasure was being auctioned now.

"Mr. Tang bids again! Nine million! Does anyone have a higher offer? Could it be that this time it falls to Mr. Tang again -" Before the host finished speaking, Lin Yachen made a bid. He was still the same, only ten more.

Ten thousand.

It didn't matter to Tang Yiling, he wasn't in a hurry anyway.

Su Ying was amused. The crisis in her hands had not been resolved at all. "Oh, Mr. Tang, my hands are made of meat, not wood, and not iron." She reminded kindly.

Fortunately, Tang Yiling was also in a dilemma at this point and relaxed his hold.


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