Huo Jincheng, half serious, half joking, saying that interest must be collected.
No matter whether Lu Xingzhi kissed him today.
After all, he’s a common man and wouldn’t let himself be a monk.
The debts that should co and be repaid, his little darling mustn’t miss a single one.
"Then repay slowly! Don’t we have a lifeti?" Lu Xingzhi didn’t have any objections to this.
Though so netizens call her a fairy, she doesn’t intend to actually be one!
Between couples, there can’t be a lack of intimate acts, right?
Huo Jincheng thought Lu Xingzhi’s words were perfectly fine. Yes! There’s a lifeti!
A lifeti allows for a lot of things.
Lu Xingzhi knows that Huo Jincheng is not as gentlemanly, refined, and abstinent as he appears on the surface.
Lu Xingzhi thought Huo Jincheng’s gaze was a bit odd, and added, "Don’t worry! I’ll make it up to you in the future."
These words sound a bit like a scoundrel.
More like a man’s line.
Huo Jincheng always feels that Lu Xingzhi’s thoughts are sotis mistaken—not quite mistakes but they leave him feeling at a loss.
Of course, there’s also a certain novelty.
In this way, she is quite adorable.
After a ten-hour flight, they arrived in France by the next day.
Having not eaten well or slept well, Lu Xingzhi felt sowhat tired.
As they were leaving the airport, Lu Xingzhi didn’t notice and bumped into soone.
"Sorry, are you okay?" Lu Xingzhi apologized in English. The other person appeared to be an Asian man, roughly around forty-five years old.
"It’s okay." Lu Yuheng glanced at Lu Xingzhi and felt the girl looked familiar.
As if he had seen her sowhere before.
Those eyes...
"Zhi Zhi, are you okay?" Huo Jincheng walked over and asked.
"I’m fine." Lu Xingzhi shook her head, explaining, "I accidentally bumped into this gentleman."
"Are you from Hua Country?" Lu Yuheng heard the familiar mother tongue and casually asked.
Huo Jincheng glanced at Lu Yuheng, responding softly, "Yes."
Lu Yuheng just smiled and nodded slightly without saying much, then pushed his luggage away.
Huo Jincheng watched him leave, knowing this man had blood on his hands.
Definitely not simple, sowhat dangerous.
But, also certainly not a top figure.
As Lu Yuheng left, he quickly followed a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit exuding a forbidding aura. Handso features, with beautiful eyes unmatched by his deanor.
Especially, at the corner of his eye there was a tear mole.
Seeing Yun Yan, Lu Yuheng recalled who the girl Lu Xingzhi’s eyes resembled.
Such similar eyes.
Even that tear mole was at the sa spot.
"Master." Lu Yuheng called him, seeming to want to say sothing but held back.
"Let’s go! We ought to return ho." Yun Yan said coldly, eyes appearing nostalgic, then closing them again.
Almost twenty years.
It’s ti to go back.
Lu Yuheng originally wanted to say he had just seen a young girl with features similar to his master’s, strikingly alike.
But he thought, just an insignificant person really.
No need to ntion.
Only...
Over the years, his master’s grown increasingly cold.
And increasingly lonely.
anwhile, on Lu Xingzhi’s side, their host had arrived.
An assistant of Edmond, also a French man.
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