Dong Lingce patted the seat beside him: "Sit here."
Bao Ye sat down and immediately smelled the faint fragrance emanating from Tang Lingce's body.
He looked at the wooden food delivery truck in front of him. On the first layer were red wine and red wine glasses. On the second layer were two plates covered with stainless steel round high covers. Think of the exquisite meal inside.
Bao Ye raised his eyebrows, do you really want to invite him to dinner
He looked at Dongling Ce, who laughed even more enchantingly, and found that this mental illness was different from other slave owners.
When facing the slaves, the slave owners always put on a high attitude, showing all kinds of contemptuous eyes. They believe that slaves are the dirtiest and lowest things in the world, so they will never let slaves come within one meter of them.
But Tang Lingce looked at him with no contempt, and never thought he was dirty. He even asked him to come to the car and beside him, but he didn't know what the purpose of his invitation to come here was.
Tang Lingce gently pushed the red wine bottle on the seat beside him with his index finger and said, "I will have a dinner party in my villa tonight, and many demigods will come to my villa to taste red wine. It is my favorite. A type of sprinkle that not only has a sultry color, but also has an intoxicating fragrance, so before you enter the wine, take a deep sniff in the wine glass…”
His voice is sexy and charming. He sniffs red wine while speaking, as if he is really tasting red wine, his expression is intoxicating: "You can appreciate the fragrance in red wine, and then..."
Having said that, Dongling Ce stopped abruptly and squinted at Bao Ye: "Since the pus from the sarcoma on your face got into my red wine, I haven't drank it again."
Bao Ye sneered: "You invited me to dinner just to say this?"
Dongling Ce raised the corners of his mouth meaningfully, looked out the window, and said with a smile, "It's here."
As the words fell, the limousine stopped.
Bao Ye looked around, they were near the construction site.
Since it was lunch time now, the slaves hid in the burrows for lunch, so the construction site was very quiet.
"What are we doing here?"
"Have a meal."
The driver of the car got out of the car and opened the door for Bao Ye.
Bao Ye glanced at Dong Ling Ce, got out of the car and asked, "Master, do you want me to help you out of the car?"
The words are so asked, but there is no meaning to reach out to help people.
Donglingce raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm full."
"Are you full?" Bao Ye squinted his eyes and thought to himself: This mental illness doesn't want to play some game to play him again, right
The driver lifted the food delivery car out of the car: "Master Jin, please come with me."
Bao Ye thought that Tang Ling Ce would not kill him, so he left with the driver.
Along the way, the driver did not speak.
Bao Ye glanced left and right to observe the surrounding situation. Although he didn't stay here for long, it was very empty, and it was easy to remember what buildings were near the construction site.
When he saw the driver walking straight forward, he couldn't help but look far ahead, and a large dilapidated wooden house fell into his eyes.
Bao Ye's eyes twitched fiercely.
He remembered that the shabby wooden hut was a simple toilet used by the slaves. convenient.
When the slaves got on the tuba, they could very clearly hear the sound of excrement falling into the cesspool.