Mr. Jin snorted and made no comment. He gave his subordinates concise instructions, "He is not worthy of seeing me yet. If anything happens, ask someone to send a message in."

Jiayin immediately sat down quietly. It seemed that Mr. Jin was still the big devil. He couldn't help but pray in his heart that Zixuan must not do anything wrong.

"Liang Zixuan said that he wanted to buy Miss Angel." His subordinates looked up at Jiayin.

"Me?" Jiayin pointed at herself, a little unbelievable. Jiayin felt that the relationship between him and Zixuan was not strong enough for a man to risk the world's disapproval to offend such a famous devil.

But Mr. Jin's men reported that Liang Zixuan was indeed here.

In this world, there is only one Liang Zixuan in Jiayin’s social circle, isn’t there?

Jiayin was surprised and happy, but she still didn't dare to get too carried away.

Because she is afraid that the faster she becomes happy, the faster she will be disappointed.

Mr. Jin's expression is thought-provoking.

The golden mask only covered his eyebrows, and the man's beautiful thin lips could still be seen.

The man's expression was somewhat intriguing.

"Oh? What kind of onion is he? Take someone from my hand. How many kilograms of bones does he have?" Mr. Jin shrugged slightly, "He thinks he can buy it if he wants to. What if I don't sell it? This woman has won my heart. She is pure.

Keren, I won’t sell it.”

Jiayin's mind was thinking over and over again, running at the speed of light, and finally focused on the four words "pure and pleasant", which means...she smiled sweetly, took it into consideration, and put on a charming voice.

, "Mr. Jin, you are so kind. Don't worry, I will definitely serve you with the purest clothes." She crawled to his legs and touched the trousers caressingly, just like those flattering women in the world, "You are so

I'm so touched that you think highly of me. You have a pattern when you look at me. You are not like those tacky men in society who think I am a wasted flower. I have served many men, but in fact I am still as delicate as before."

Mr. Jin shook his slender and straight calves in disgust, and shook off Jiayin's hand. He approached her, pinched her slender chin, and said word by word, "I won't touch women who have been fucked by others!"

"Tell Liang Zixuan that I sold it." Mr. Jin let go of Jiayin's chin and waved his hand, "Bring us wet wipes! What are you still doing? Take her away and hand her over to Liang Zixuan! Oh, no one can escape from me unharmed.

Take the man, is he ready to bear my whip of thorns?"

As he was talking, his subordinate took out a short whip, but there were clusters of sharp iron thorns on it, like bloody thorn flowers. Jiayin counted the whip, which was less than 2 meters long.

17 Cong, she looked bad.

This kind of whip can kill half of a person's life with just one blow.

"Don't hit him! Hit me!" Jiayin crawled back again. She didn't want to implicate him, and she expected that it was impossible for such a big man to hit a woman.

Even if he was really beaten, it would be better than owing Liang Zixuan a favor, otherwise he would have to rely on her for the rest of his life after leaving. It would be better for her to suffer it herself.

"I don't hit women!" Mr. Jin seemed to be in a good mood and smiled slightly, "How old are you this year?"

"19 years old!" Jiayin looked at him ignorantly.

"Just hit him 19 times." Mr. Jin smiled slightly.

"Then I'm not 19 years old, I'm 1 year old." Jiayin grabbed Mr. Jin's hand, but the man didn't exert any strength, letting Jiayin hold on tightly.

"No one believes it even if I'm 10 years old!" Mr. Jin raised his feet, and Jiayin was worried that he was going to kick someone.

"11 years old!"
Chapter completed!