Chapter 459: Hold Up a Little Hometown Boy

“Lo Ge.”

“Mm.”

“Have you found a girlfriend yet?”

“No!”

Li Luo’s blunt reply made Wang Baoqiang stumble.

Even though they trusted him completely, Xu Sanduo still gave him a look of utter disdain, implying not a single word of that statement was believable.

Tall and handsome.

Lo Ge can talk his way out of anything—how could he possibly not have a girlfriend?

Qin Ming knew Cheng Xin didn’t want their relationship revealed so soon; though he hadn’t let go of her hand just now, he slightly lowered his head to obscure his face.

Cheng Xin nodded and let Huang Shang leave. After a moment’s thought, she understood—Qin Ming’s situation was dire. So she stepped out of the office. She went to the break room, a hub of gossip.

Even though the two were distracted, Chen Lin’s posture startled them, causing their movements to freeze.

“Damn it!” The western monk knew full well the sword’s power—he helplessly retracted both hands, leapt into the air, and with a sharp “shii!” the blade swept past, slicing off a piece of his robe as he fled for his life.

“Is your mouth only good for spitting shit? You nearly hit me—that’s bad enough—but what kind of attitude is this?” Chen Lin walked over and said.

The four men behind Zhang Yu all looked uneasy; even though most of them were innocent, being suspected still made them uncomfortable.

“Then bring back some spirit herbs and rare materials, right?” Chai Fei added quickly—he’d always lacked talent for alchemy, so his failure rate far exceeded Bao Rui’s, and he burned through materials faster. The moment he heard about cheap materials, his heart itched.

Yu Meixi’s face flushed even redder; she quickly turned away and took a sip of water to hide her panic.

Chou Keduo reached a wall corner; its uneven surface served as steps—he tapped his toes lightly, shot upward, and slipped silently to the window. He pushed with internal force, but the window wouldn’t budge—inside was piled high with objects. So he climbed onto the roof, lifted a tile, and peered down.

The sister scolded him like this, but when she mentioned family and father, the younger brother remained defiant; only when she spoke of aunts did he fall silent, offering no reply.

Guo Qin watched this scene and trembled—“I told you not to oppose the Prince’s mansion, but you wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t listen—and now look.”

Just following the trend to eat seasonal fruit, or eating dragon fruit when constipated, or biting into apples when vitamin-deficient.

It was already clear that hardship had ended and joy arrived—she could have enjoyed a better life, free from suffering with him.

But the original body had never been particularly warm-hearted, so no one criticized her—people merely thought she hadn’t changed since school, still the same as before.

He didn’t know whether Shen Cheng had changed after becoming a vampire—or whether he’d always been pretending to be weak—only that all his plans had failed.

But he found Song Qi smiling at him, showing no trace of disappointment or tension from losing his spirit summon.

As the bids around her kept rising, Chen Shuyi’s face grew anxious—her urgency made her cheeks flush red.

When carrying the counselor back to the master bedroom, her slippers had fallen along the way; Jiang Wanyin now stood barefoot on the bathroom’s porcelain tiles.

At this moment, Chen Ge felt Jiang Wanyin’s hand was so smooth and soft—he couldn’t bear to let go.

To make a prey fully submit, you must utterly destroy her dignity and reason—Fu Chuan understood this well. Now that Fu Ling’er’s life hung in his hands, he could manipulate her however he pleased.