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C1352 How Many Times Do You Owe Me



C1352 How Many Times Do You Owe Me

She thinks this Death Servants organization is a joke.    

    

However.    

    

"Boss, I might not be able to go back for the time being. I haven't finished filming my scenes yet."    

    

"How much longer more?"    

    

"About a month."    

    

Bo Qichen paused for a long time before his voice sounded.    

    

"Tang Qingge, how many times do you owe me? You can count it yourself."    

    

She was a little confused. "Ah? What? How many times... Eh."    

    

She remembered.    

    

Last time, she couldn't do it with the big boss. Once or twice was fine. Three or five times was too much, so the big boss set the rules for her. When it came to embarrassing things, she had to do it at least three times a week. Now that she thought about it...    

    

"Say it yourself."    

    

"Twenty-four..."    

    

Tang Qingge wiped the sweat off her forehead, "That, can I make up for it in the future?"    

    

"Yes."    

    

She just let out a sigh of relief.    

    

The big boss opened his mouth and calmly said, "However, just don't cry when the time comes."    

    

Tang Qingge,... ""    

    

Her legs had already started to spin.    

    

Furthermore, her face was also red. In the end, she started to whimper. ‘ Mmm.    

    

Bo Qichen looked at him lovingly. "It's late. Go and rest."    

    

"Okay."    

    

Eh? Had he always been paying attention to the time difference on her side?    

    

Tang Qingge's heart suddenly felt warm.    

    

Qianmei looked at her face full of amorous ripples and could not help but put her arm on her shoulder and open her mouth, "I say, what are you talking about with your man again? There is only one month left before I can go home. Can't I even tolerate this?"    

    

"Cough, don't speak nonsense. The big boss said that the Death Servants organization has been wiped out by him. Then I don't need to be on tenterhooks all day long!"    

    

Qianmei was surprised, "So powerful."    

    

Tang Qingge felt a sense of pride in her heart. "That's right!"    

    

She did not even look at who the man was!    

    

Her!    

    

It seemed like this young lady had quite a number of hidden cards up her sleeve. If she wanted to activate Death's Servant, she had to first pass the Queen of America. Moreover, she hadn't even alerted the important members of America yet. It seemed like he had already informed the Queen of this matter a long time ago.    

    

Qianmei rubbed her chin and said meaningfully, "Then if there is a day when Boss fights with him, do you think your man will be better, or Boss will be better?"    

    

"When you are so happy, you better not mention such a disappointing person to me, okay?"    

    

Tang Qingge was also speechless. Why did it have to do with Little Pervert again?    

    

Furthermore, what did she have to do with the little pervert?    

    

"Alright, let's get rid of this man first. First Yan, help me get rid of the surveillance footage. Remember to clean it up a little. Don't let anyone leave any evidence behind."    

    

They started to deal with the crime scene.    

    

Qianmei pouted at the side and did not say anything.    

    

Actually, she also could not guess Boss's feelings for the little girl. It was like a cloud of fog. He had sent them to protect the little girl for so long. Could it be that they did not know that the little girl was already with Bo Qichen?    

    

If they knew, then why did they not kill their way over?    

    

There were some things that couldn't be repeated often.    

    

At night.    

    

After Qianmei washed up, she rewarded herself with a glass of red wine to help her sleep. She took out the red wine from the wine cabinet and just as she returned to her bedroom, the window opened and the curtains drifted along the wind.    

    

Between the shadows, there was a white figure sitting on the sofa with crossed legs. There was a strand of hair that was dyed white. It was spotlessly clean and represented holiness. He wore a white glove on his hand, and propped himself up on the sofa. Supporting his chin, that pair of beautiful eyes slowly raised. His tone was languid, but it contained an imposing aura.    

    

The red wine cup in Qianmei's hand suddenly fell to the ground. With a cracking sound, a shocking shattering sound was produced.    

    

"Qianmei, you have been enjoying yourself very much recently!"    

    


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