Auguste stood up and patted his hands on the table with fire in his eyes, "Just because you were my woman three years ago!"
As soon as he spoke, Auguste immediately noticed something was wrong, and regretted it secretly, but it was too late.
The airflow in the air was undergoing subtle changes, and his face was slightly bitter, and he gritted his teeth secretly in his heart.
In the next second, Su Kui stopped the movement in his hand, narrow peachy eyes narrowed dangerously, his eyes were indifferently squinted at his big hand propped on the table, and he said quietly: "Oh? Thank you for reminding me, I will never I will forget that three years ago, I was forced by you to become your mistress!"
Having said that, she shook her head sadly, and sighed with her forehead, "Ah, what a humiliating history—"
Fuck!
He knew that he was going to use it to prevaricate him again!
No matter how many times he explained, or even apologized, saying that he had expressed the problem, Jiang Lai would not stop, and had always maintained a close attitude towards him for several years.
God knows how long he hasn't touched her, and he even suspected that his body was malfunctioning, except for Jiang Lai. When he faced any woman, he couldn't get a feeling in his heart.
Xiao Mo said one sentence very accurately.
That is, from mind to body, he recognized her!
"Jiang Lai, I already knew it was wrong. You don't have no feelings for me at all, are you? Is it fun to play with me? Why don't you just agree to me, let us settle our suspicions, and I swear to God that I will be loyal to you in this life. !"
He said that he raised his hand and made a swear. The longer he knew Su Kui, the more he spoke and moved closer to that of mainland China.
Surprisingly, Su Kui was not relentless. She was still swaying on tiptoe, smiling, her peach eyes narrowed into a sly arc, and she opened her mouth: "Interesting," she was confused when she saw August. Turning the pen and adding, "I think it's interesting to play with you—"
"Jiang Lai!"
He is really angry, admit it, admit it is not completely insensitive to him, but just hang him and refuse to let it go easily.
"It's been three years. How many three years can there be in life, will you spare me, huh?"
Su Kui nodded in good faith, "Yes, life is too short, just have fun in time, you're right!"
Auguste's eyes lit up, he bent down and approached Su Kui across the desk, and asked, "You promised me?"
Su Kui raised Yang eyebrows, with green eyes and an unpredictable smile, and greeted Auguste's eyes. Under his expectant gaze, he slowly uttered a word, "I originally forgot. , But you reminded me again today, so—"
Greenish white jade's fingertips clicked on his chest, and the lazy words were indifferent, "You better wait! Maybe in three years, I will forget it, maybe, don't you think?"
"I… "
Auguste was dumbfounded. Is this the way she found out the refusal again
He just wanted to slap himself twice, knowing that she was looking for opportunities everywhere to make things difficult for him, so carelessly, one slip of the tongue, and all his efforts were vanished in an instant.
He walked out of the editor-in-chief's office in despair, and the editors knew that this was another failure
By the way, Mr. Partridge is really crazy, and I don't know what the editor-in-chief thinks.
But what Su Kui thought was: Wait for Valentine's Day next year, and then agree to his marriage proposal—