Chapter 1939: Extra 51

Holding this mentality, Long Yutian hid in the corner until Tianyuan left with Feng Mengmeng's arm, and then he quietly walked behind her.

"Feng Mengmeng! You have already asked Master Ben to wait for you for ten minutes!"

Feng Mengmeng was leaning against the sink at this time, staring at the mirror in a daze, not even noticing when Long Yutian appeared.

It wasn't until his voice suddenly rang in her ears that she pulled back her three souls and seven souls.

"Big—big boss?"

Feng Mengmeng came back to his senses, and when he turned around, he saw Long Yutian's handsome and pleasing figure, shrouding himself in front of him.

That familiar domineering, long-lost temperature, mixed with his own, faint smell of tobacco.

Feng Mengmeng's eyes suddenly turned red, and two drops of tears fell down.

She looked at Long Yutian innocently and pitifully like a puppy abandoned by her owner, as if waiting for him to show mercy and take her home.

However, the man in front of her didn't seem to have any feelings of pity and sympathy. Instead of comforting her, he put on a gloomy face, as if someone owed him two and a half million.

Long Yutian raised his hand, pinched Feng Mengmeng's chin forcefully, and forced her to look up to him.

Feng Mengmeng was startled by her sudden movement, and subconsciously struggled twice, who knows, not only did Long Yutian not let go of her, but his arms moved even harder.

"Don't move!"

Long Yutian impatiently held down her swaying little head, freed one hand, and wiped away the tears on her face with the pulp of his finger.

"My young master owed you in my previous life. How could I let you, a sloppy and dull woman, cry and cry, and she was so ugly, how could I take her out to meet people?"

Although these words are distasteful, Long Yutian's action of wiping her tears was rare and considerate and gentle.

It seemed that even he himself hadn't noticed the kind of subconscious care and pampering towards her.

"Well——I'm so wronged that I'm going to die. If you don't comfort me, you still hate me, and you still despise me. Capitalism is a vampire!"

Long Yutian pressed Feng Mengmeng's head, raised his head and retorted with a hoarse voice, pouted mouth, and a tear hanging from the corner of his eye.

That innocent yet accusatory appearance made Long Yutian dumbfounded.

Patted her on the head, like coaxing a child; "Tell me, how can I comfort you, Young Master?"

"Well—let's make a red envelope to make up for my wounded heart!"

Feng Mengmeng blurted out, looking quite serious!

Long Yutian sneered and snorted, and with a look resembling 'you idiot', he glanced at the money-obsessed woman beside him.

The time, place and people are harmonious, and under such good conditions, this woman didn't cry in her arms with pear blossoms and rain, in exchange for her affection.

Instead, he stretched out his hand to ask for a red envelope in such a spoiled way? !

Could it be that the big boss of his majestic Tianyu Group has more than the tens of thousands of dollars in red envelopes?

The second young master felt very hurt, and the second young master felt that his charm had indeed lost to Grandpa Mao!

So, with a dark face, he gave Feng Mengmeng a disgusted look, and slowly said three words: "Stupid woman——"

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When I returned to the banquet hall again, it was exactly 7 o'clock in the evening.

Under the gorgeous lights, surrounded by the crowd, Long Yutian stepped onto the rostrum like stars holding the moon.