137 F*ck Off
“If you’re willing, I can accompany you for the rest of your life.” Yang Jinxuan felt a little nervous.
Yan Zimeng lowered her eyes and fell silent.
Yang Jinxuan’s heart sank. He was still inferior to Nangong Jue.
“Brother Jinxuan, I need time.” Yan Zimeng suddenly looked up. “You know that I have an obsession with Ah Jue. You… Give me some time.”
“Okay.” Yang Jinxuan immediately smiled. This meant that he had hope.
Le Yao, who was dancing with Nangong Jue in his arms, felt very unaccustomed. In her previous life, she had never had a boyfriend. The main reason was that she did not have time. Because she was saving up money to buy a house at that time, she worked almost all year round. During the peak season, she would be a tour guide and bring foreign tourists to play locally. During the off season, she would be a tour guide and bring the local tourists overseas. Sometimes, she would even lead a group during the New Year.
However, the speed at which she made money did not catch up to the increase in property prices. This was very sad.
After transmigrating, although she had a husband, it was the same as not having one. Hence, she was pure.
At this moment, it was normal for her to feel uncomfortable when she was in close contact with such a handsome man with exuberant hormones.
Moreover, the other party’s hand on her waist would occasionally exert a little force, making her feel a little restless. She could only frown slightly. “Mr. Nangong, is this fun to you?”
“Yes.” Nangong Jue smiled affectionately. “It’s reasonable and legal for me to dance with my wife. How can it be boring?”
“Alright, now that we’ve danced, when are we getting a divorce?” Le Yao nodded and tried her best to ignore the other party’s burning gaze.
“Depends on your performance?” Nangong Jue raised his eyebrows slightly.
“My performance? What performance?”
“To satisfy me, of course.”
“Hehe.” Le Yao laughed. Suddenly, she stepped on Nangong Jue’s foot and crushed it hard. “F*ck off.” Then, she shook off the other party and turned to leave.
‘Even if you’re handsome, that doesn’t mean you can be shameless.’
Nangong Jue’s face was scrunched up in pain, but he quickly endured it and pulled her back.
Due to inertia, Le Yao bumped into the other party’s arms, causing her nose to ache and her tears to almost fall.
“I know you’re not her.” Nangong Jue hugged her and whispered in her ear. Actually, he felt that this idea was ridiculous, but he had read a few too many novels about soul transmigration.
Thinking of Han Binglan’s behavior, he had this bold idea.
Although it felt unbelievable,
Le Yao didn’t know how to respond for a moment because she was suddenly a little afraid. What would she do in the future if her identity was exposed?
Of course, she did not think that she would be killed. After all, this was a lawful society. No one could disregard human lives.
Thinking of this, she suddenly calmed down. Because she was a soul transmigrator, other than her personality changing, the rest belonged to Han Binglan. Therefore, as long as she didn’t admit it, no one could do anything.
“Mr. Nangong, are you suspecting that I’m not me just because I don’t like you anymore?” Le Yao sneered. “Five years of my feelings were fed to a dog, and you don’t allow me to wake up?”
Nangong Jue frowned.
“Do I have to follow you for the rest of my life and pray every day that you can turn around and look at me? I’m sorry, I’m not that cheap,” Le Yao said as she pushed him away and turned to leave.