Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âWhat?â Nangong Jue didnât seem to understand. He wanted to continue asking, but he realized that she had hung up. He couldnât help but be stunned. Then, he suddenly smiled. Did his wife⦠propose to him?
Well, that was great. He knew it. How could his wife not like an outstanding man like him?
Look, he couldnât hold it in anymore.
Therefore, he had to quickly settle the matter. Then, he could get the beauty and have some children in the future⦠Aiya, just thinking about it made him feel good.
Fang Ming came out to remind Nangong Jue. In the end, he saw that his boss had heard something that Young Madam said and was holding his cell phone and giggling. Hence, he could only roll his eyes speechlessly and cough.
Nangong Jue came back to his senses and instantly returned to normal. He glanced at Fang Ming.
âTake some medicine if your throat isnât good. ItâS very difficult to treat pharyngeal inflammation.â Then, he went straight back to the meeting room.
Fang Ming: âI â¦â
âYouâre the one with inflammation.â
Nangong Jue was originally going to stay overseas for a week, but because of Le Yaoâs words, he forcefully compressed all his work and meetings to three days. He dealt with them almost without sleep or rest. Then, he called a private helicopter to return in the middle of the night.
It was also the route that he immediately got someone to apply for after he answered the call.
After flying for 20 hours, it was still midnight when he reached. After returning to Long Ting, he first took a shower and changed his clothes in his room before climbing over the wall to the next room.
There were security guards next door, but when they saw that it was him, everyone pretended not to see him.
Hence, Le Yao felt herself being hugged in her sleep. She was so frightened that she subconsciously raised her leg to block it and then kicked again.
Then she heard a muffled groan, followed by a thud.
âLan, itâs me.â Nangong Jue felt that he couldnât say anything. What sin had he committed?
âNangong Jue?â Le Yao hurriedly retracted her foot, which she wanted to continue kicking, and turned on the bedside lamp. âWhy are you here?â
âI just came back..â Nangong Jue lay on the floor and covered his crotch. His face was pale. âI missed you, soâ¦â
Le Yao hurriedly jumped out of bed. âAre⦠are you alright?â
âDo I look alright?â Nangong Jue closed his eyes. The pain had finally passed.
âI⦠I donât know.â Le Yao scratched her head. âWho asked you to climb through the window in the middle of the night? I thought it was a bad guy.â
âItâS my fault.â Only then did Nangong Jue get up. âHowever, can you not always attack the bottom in the future?â
âHuh
âItâs been twice. If it happens again, I think you might become a widowâ¦â Nangong Jue sighed. Fortunately, he dodged and didnât get kicked too hard. Otherwise, he would probably be impotent now.
Le Yao smiled awkwardly. âDo you need to go to the hospital? Or call Second Young Master Fu over?â
âNo need.â Nangong Jue shook his head. He had already lost face once. He didnât want to lose face completely.
âReally? What ifâ¦â Le Yao glanced at the other partyâs crotch.
âThereâs no what if.â Nangong Jue glared. âOr do you want to try it now?â
Le Yao immediately shivered and shook her head. âHehe, my mom said that girls have to be reserved and love themselves before marriage.â
Nangong Jue immediately smiled. He stroked her head and lay down. âGo to sleep..â