Not Coincidentally

Not Coincidentally

Long Boqi thought for a moment. "Fine. Since you've put it that way, forget it. Women are like clothes—it's no loss if I don't want them!"

"What about the cooperation?"

Wang Feifan replied, "Fine, I can cooperate with you. We'll share information from now on, and if you have any plans, you can discuss them with me."

"Straightforward! I like cooperating with straightforward people!" Long Boqi said with a laugh, extending his hand. "Here's to a successful partnership!"

Wang Feifan extended his hand and shook hands with him. "Fine!"

After the handshake, Long Boqi withdrew his hand and suddenly noticed that it felt a little... sticky.

Instinctively, he glanced at it, then raised it to his nose and sniffed. "What's that smell? It stinks."

Wang Feifan felt extremely awkward.

He had not washed carefully yet. He had only wiped off some of the stuff on the outside.

"It really goes to your head!" Long Boqi pondered it for a moment. The smell felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

But he did not dwell on it. Instead, he told Wang Feifan, "The girl you're waiting for is very safe. Don't worry. You can go back and rest."

"I have people in there too!"

Wang Feifan froze. Sure enough, this guy had something to him.

"Fine, I understand."

The two exchanged phone numbers.

Long Boqi turned and left.

Watching Long Boqi's retreating back, Wang Feifan felt something indescribable.

That guy seemed to be playing dumb, and the moment Wang Feifan told him that Ran Xincheng and Yu Qiangwei were his betrothed, he immediately said he would give up.

That kind of decisiveness was far from ordinary. Those who truly intended to accomplish great things often concealed their talents. This asshole was probably one of that kind.

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