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227. Chapter 227 Her shackles

Even the orangutans lining up to welcome us all wore embroidered hats.

Gu Nancheng flicked the phone with his long fingers

Master, Mr. Beiming is having lunch at the Queen's Hotel.

Gu Nancheng pulled his lips and smiled, leaning his pointed chin on her shoulder: "Are you hungry?"

She was in no mood for breakfast and didn't eat much.

"Want to take a hot spring bath or have lunch?"

Ji Anan immediately chose the latter.

I don't want to go to the hot springs with Gu Nancheng. What should I do if he becomes a pervert again?



The open glass hotel is like a dazzling crystal palace.

Heart-wrapped roses and lotuses of different shades are dotted everywhere, a dreamy country...

The crown-shaped flower stand is hung with curtains, and when the wind blows, they are as thin as cicada wings and flutter in the air.

Sen Xinyun fell into a dream. The male god she had been secretly in love with for more than ten years suddenly fell in love with her and he pampered her to the sky in the past two days!

A furtive glance showed that his handsome face was indifferent and he was staring at the screen of his mobile phone. He had maintained this posture for half an hour without moving.

Beiming Shaoxi's eyes were indifferent, but there were violent emotions in his eyes.

When he heard that Gu Nancheng was coming, a flash of successful calculation flashed in his eyes.

He knew that in order to verify whether he had found a new love, Gu Nancheng would definitely come to the scene in person.

So, he put the date outside.

She was gone for two days, and he missed her and desperately wanted to see her.

No matter what, as long as I can see her...

Moreover, he wanted to end this torturous torture, which was to convince Gu Nancheng as soon as possible that he liked the new and disliked the old.

There is no benefit in procrastinating for too long!

The romance in this peninsula was originally prepared for Ji Anan's birthday.

He has always been boring and old-fashioned, and has no sense of humor.

He selected the Hot Spring Sea Island for a long time, and he also found many planners to finalize the layout of the island. There are many small mechanisms hidden there.

It's a pity that time is short and there are still many arrangements that haven't been made in time...

On the mobile phone screen, the camera moved forward from time to time, showing Ji Anan's face.

From the moment she stepped onto the island, all her actions were under surveillance.

"Shaoxi, are you waiting for someone? When...will we have dinner?" Sen Xinyun asked uneasily.

She didn't know why, when she was with Beiming Shaoxi, she always felt that his affectionate eyes were looking at nothingness through her, with a hollow look on his face.

He was clearly standing next to her, but he was so far away that even a glance at her was an extravagance!

"Young Master, they are here." Weir pressed the Bluetooth headset and bent down to report to Beiming Shaoxi.

**oss had already seen Ji An'an being lifted off the elephant by Gu Nancheng, a flash of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he turned off the surveillance camera: "Serving."



"Mr. Gu, please don't touch me?" Ji Anan hated his closeness, and she would panic every time.

She always told herself that he was no longer the Gu Nancheng of the past, and in his eyes, she was just a plaything...

"You are my servant, how dare you have any objection to what I want?"

Gu Nancheng stirred up a hint of evil, grabbed her hand and wrapped it in his palm, leading her forward in large strides.

In the Crystal Palace, all the furniture is white, a holy color.

Go through the palace to a verandah terrace.

Under the white rose flower stand, the curtains were rolled into an arch, and a pair of beautiful ladies sat on chairs tied with butterfly ribbons.

The man is as heroic and aristocratic as an open picture album... He walks through the palace to an outer verandah terrace.

Under the white rose flower stand, the curtains were rolled into an arch, and a pair of beautiful ladies sat on chairs tied with butterfly ribbons.

A man is as heroic and noble as an open picture album...


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