Chapter 1122: Eight Months Left

Ji Shengge thought about it and had returned to the box.

The door opened a crack and she saw the young man lowering his body and teasing a girl, making the girl blush.

And the handsome man had a bit of alcohol on his face, which made him look even more charming.

"Are you a virgin?" the man suddenly asked.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was unrestrained.

The girl was teased by him and her breath was unstable.

"Yes, yes."

"Oh, so that's it." The man raised his lips, his breath was hot, patted her cheek, and slowly said: "Then you go out."

"..."

The plot turned around.

It was so fast that even Ji Shengge didn't react.

I only heard the young man talking to himself: "That's it."

Then, he got up, put his clothes in order, picked up a glass of ice water, and forced back all the anger in his body.

The girl was obviously unwilling: "Although I'm a virgin, my skills are not bad."

"It's my skills that are bad, it's not good to hurt you." The man stroked her face, smiling obscurely: "Go out."

The girl went out reluctantly.

"Have you seen enough?" After the girl left, the man leaned on the sofa, put his feet directly on the table, and said with a deep smile.

Ji Shengge was discovered, but it didn't matter. He pushed the door open and walked in.

His face was frank, without the feeling of being caught peeping.

"Is it good?" The man raised his eyebrows and asked.

Ji Shengge answered fluently: "I didn't see the restricted scenes, I'm still disappointed."

"Tsk, Ji Shengge, girls are cute when they are a little dirty, but if you are as dirty as you are, you will become an old witch."

"Hehe."

Ji Shengge pulled his lips with a fake smile, took out a small notebook, and handed him a stamp: "Please be kind and help me stamp it."

Then, she only has eight months left.

The man smiled, took the stamp and the notebook, poked it, and handed it back to her: "Didn't you think that being a prosecutor is pretty good? The things you did were dangerous. If you died accidentally that day, you would have nothing. For a prosecutor, even if you died, it would be glorious."

"Thank you, I'm still alive and well."

Ji Shengge rolled her eyes and said to herself: "I've worked hard for you for two years, and there are still eight months left. Once the eight months are up, I won't owe you anything."

"Got it."

The man scratched his ears deliberately and said lazily: "Ji Shengge, you, a woman, really don't understand romance."

"I'm also puzzled." Ji Shengge spread his hands and pretended to be in deep thought: "You said that the prince is such a mature and stable person, how could he have such an unreliable cousin like you?"

"..." Now it was the man's turn to roll his eyes: "My cousin is just a hypocrite, okay."

Ji Shengge was too lazy to argue with him about this matter, yawned, and said: "Do you need me to help you find another woman who is not a virgin to come in? Anyway, it's hard to find a virgin in this place, but there are still many non-virgins in this bar."

The man suddenly came over: "Ji Shengge, I think you are very suitable. No need to look for it."

A fist hit him directly.

In the box, a man's howl sounded.

The bodyguard outside the house rushed in immediately: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"