Jun Aohan bent down, looked into her eyes, and said seriously.
"This is our previous agreement. Now, can you agree to be my wife?"
"ah?"
Ye Qingli blinked.
"Uncle, isn't there something wrong with your brain again? Are you talking about me?"
She patted Jun Aohan's hand with a worried look.
"I think you are too old and your memory is declining. Do you have Parkinson's disease? Do your hands usually shake?"
"Little girl!"
Jun Aohan leaned down directly.
His hands were folded on the stone table.
His body pressed directly on Ye Qingli's body.
"Have you forgotten, I said, you must be my wife."
"I promised you and made that bet with you. As a result, we are really destined to meet again now."
He smiled proudly with a teasing smile.
"Tell me, when are you going to marry me? Can we discuss the wedding date now?"
Ye Qingli smiled guiltily.
"I said that I can agree to your request, but I don't mean that I will marry you. What I mean is that we can get along with each other for a short time to understand each other better..."
She put her hands on her hips and said aggressively: "Anyway, from beginning to end, I never said a word about marrying you!"
Jun Aohan pulled up a chair and lay down, and said matter-of-factly: "What's the difference? Anyway, I said I'm going to marry you, and you can only be my wife in the future. As for other men? I want to touch her." You can’t even do that!”
Ye Qingli shrugged.
She was surprised to find that she didn't have much objection to this man's domineering tone.
Or are you saying that you are used to it?
Let me go, isn’t this Stockholm Syndrome?
She found that every time she saw this man, she would always be led to this topic.
This guy couldn't be that stupid guy. He's never seen a woman before, right?
Ye Qingli said with a straight face, "I want to tell you something serious. First of all, can you tell me, what is your true identity?"
Jun Aohan's face, which looked like thousands of years of ice, couldn't help but jump.
Is this little girl discovering something?
Thinking of the last time we met, Ye Qingli once said it seriously.
"I don't like the children of powerful people!"
He immediately opened his mouth and said, "Have you forgotten, I am a gangster?"
As he spoke, he looked at her with some apprehension.
Fortunately, Ye Qingli didn't notice anything unusual.
Perhaps in her opinion, Jun Aohan's dead face could not have any expression at all.
She clapped her hands and said, "This is the best. Since you are a gangster, you shouldn't always be able to commit crimes alone. Do you have any subordinates?"
"Uh...well, of course there is. Why do you ask?"
"I want to borrow some manpower from you. You know, I want to do something recently, but I always run around alone, and there really aren't enough manpower. If you want to hire people, outsiders are not reliable after all. It just so happens. Since you showed up, it shouldn't be too difficult to borrow a few people to help you, right?"
While Ye Qingli was talking eloquently, he saw Jun Aohan's eyes were dazed and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"Hey, uncle!"
Jun Aohan was thinking about it at this time.
"Outsiders are not reliable? So in her heart, I am no longer an outsider?"
Seeing Ye Qingli's hand waving in front of his eyes, he reacted suddenly.
