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As if he still didn't understand, Mingchen let He Wenxuan kiss him, and then watched the man leave the bed and go to the bathroom in a daze, until He Wenxuan disappeared from sight, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared in an instant. net.

Sitting up with his hands on his side, his fingers wiped the remaining wet lips, Ming Chen looked down at the collar of his scattered clothes, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, maybe it was better than he imagined.

During breakfast, He Wenxuan didn't give any explanation for his behavior in the morning, and there was nothing wrong with it. From the perspective of the relationship between the owner and the pet, He Wenxuan as the owner was already regarded as a pet to Mingchen as a pet. Very respectful and restrained, from Ming Chen's point of view, he has no reason to ask He Wenxuan the meaning of his behavior in the morning.

He Wenxuan is allowed to do anything to him, especially those things on the bed.

At first, he thought that He Wenxuan had no interest in him, an old man in his 30s, so he kept holding back. However, He Wenxuan's actions this morning made Mingchen suddenly understand something, something interesting.

Although Mingchen has never worn colorful designer clothes since his rebirth, He Wenxuan personally helped Mingchen choose clothes before going out, a set of stable and elegant high-end custom-made suits that fit Mingchen's personal temperament.

Standing in front of Ming Chen, He Wenxuan tied the tie he had personally chosen for the man.

"Will there be a good morning kiss every day from now on?" Ming Chen asked suddenly.

"Don't you like it?" He Wenxuan didn't look up at Ming Chen, but took a step back to observe the man's attire, as if he was still thinking about what needs to be improved, which gave Ming Chen the illusion that he was a doll.

"I don't hate it," Mingchen asked again, "What about that night, will there be a goodnight kiss?"

"Good idea." With a satisfied smile on his face, He Wenxuan stretched out his hand to Ming Chen, "Let's go."

After leaving the Forest Park by car, several cars drove slowly into a private club in C City after passing through several streets.

A man in black with white gloves opened the car door. Immediately after getting out of the car, a black-clothed bodyguard came to him with an umbrella. In the clubhouse, Mingchen followed He Wenxuan and entered the clubhouse with the man and two rows of bodyguards behind him.

The high-end private club that is only open to members has very complete facilities. Even if you stay in the club for three days and three nights, you won't get bored. He Wenxuan didn't shake Mingchen away as soon as he came in.

"I'm going to meet someone, do you want to follow me or stay outside and wander around?"

How could Mingchen give up this opportunity, instead of directly answering the man's question, he asked subtly, "Will there be any problem if I stay?"

"Of course not." He Wenxuan laughed, "Come with me, and tell me if you feel bored."

Mingchen nodded, and he followed He Wenxuan to a tea room in the clubhouse. When he entered, there were already other people in the classically decorated room filled with tea fragrance.

A charming woman in her 30s, wearing a cheongsam with a jade bead chain around her neck, stood up, and the look of surprise in her eyes flashed away when she saw Ming Chen following behind He Wenxuan, even though it was only for a moment It was still captured by Ming Chen keenly.

This woman knew him.

"Mr. He." Laughing like a rich peony, the woman with her hair in a bun smiled and bowed gracefully to He Wenxuan, her talking eyes looked at the man beside He Wenxuan, "Has Mr. Ming Chen recovered?"

The voice is gentle and has a flair and flair, a woman who provokes men and makes women jealous.

Ming Chen was about to speak just now, but He Wenxuan said ahead of him, "I'm basically fine, but my memory has been damaged and I don't remember many things. Ming Chen, this is Mrs. Peony."

As the name suggests, people are rich and beautiful.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Peony." Ming Chen smiled lightly, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.

A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the obviously suspicious woman hid all the doubts in her eyes as quickly as possible, took a special look at Ming Chen, and returned a charming and charming smile: "Ming Chen Mr. Chen, please feel free."