C48 Give Me Finish

Room 1809.

"Ding dong ~ ~"

Suddenly, an email was opened on the open computer, Ming Zhuang opened it and took a look, his expression changed slightly. Just when he was about to pretend that he did not see the page, Wei Qianchen walked over and grabbed the computer, and then opened the photo in the email.

Merely taking a glance, Wei Qianchen was petrified on the spot.

"Who sent it?"

The low and imposing male voice came from behind him, causing Wei Qianchen's scalp to go numb. He raised his hand to scratch his head and pretended not to see the photo in the mail, then looked at Ming Zhuang and licked the lollipop in his hand and went to the side. Ming Zhuang frowned, and forced himself to bring his laptop over to Lancelot who was sitting on the sofa.

Lancelot glanced at the picture on the computer screen. It was a photo that was taken from his entire body, the suit jacket and pants that he was originally wearing were all gone, leaving only his muscular body, but the other party had still given him some face. At least he had put on a pair of sexy underwear —

Even though it was a sling.

The sender of the header message signed "Leslie."

Leslie?

Shen Anran...

Lancelot stared at the sender and did not say a word.

Wei Qianchen did not bother about anything, pretending that he did not see or not know, he sat on the chair beside the window and continued to lick his lollipop, occasionally glancing forward, but not intending to meddle in other people's business.

"Young Master." Ming Zhuang was very clear about Lancelot's temper. The more indifferent he was, the more serious the consequences would be, so he could only carefully probe, "I am going to check the identity of the sender …"

Lancelot stared at the sender with a deeper and deeper gaze. "No need."

Ming Zhuang was startled, but did not ask any further.

"Puff …"

Suddenly, someone laughed uncontrollably in the room.

Lancelot looked up, Ming Zhuang turned and looked at the laughing people.

Wei Qianchen had not finished laughing, but the moment he raised his head and met Lancelot's unfathomable black eyes, he immediately stifled his laughter, and got off the chair to stand properly. Then, he saw Ming Zhuang giving him a meaningful glance, so he quickly plucked the lollipop from his mouth, and obediently stood there, waiting for Lancelot to speak.

"What are you laughing at?"

"The lollipops are delicious, Young Master."

"Delicious?"

Wei Qianchen almost couldn't hold back his laughter, he barely held it in before he looked up at Lancelot and said seriously: "Young Master, I was wrong."

Lancelot's gaze grew heavy.

Ming Zhuang glanced at Wei Qianchen alertly, and before Lancelot could get angry, he changed the topic. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Young Master, I have something to report to you, Bryant's corpse has already been sent back to the country. The Prime Minister received the news in advance, I heard that he went to see the President immediately."

Lancelot said with an expressionless face: "Say your farewells to the House of Assembly to settle this matter properly."

"Yes, young master." Ming Zhuang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "There's another thing, it's about cancelling the engagement with Wilf Family …"

"Who has objections?"

"Old Jason's family is easy to deal with. It's her daughter, Miss Kartina. It's said that she caused a huge ruckus after returning home. She even brought this matter to the family's uncles, asking them to settle this matter personally."

"End all interactions with Wilf Family. Tell old Jason, when you finish dealing with his daughter and when you come to discuss business matters with me."

"Understood, Young Master."

After Ming Zhuang received his orders, he walked towards the door.

Seeing Ming Zhuang had left, Wei Qianchen raised his leg and was about to follow.

"You stay." Lancelot did not even raise his head as he stared at the picture on the computer screen and asked solemnly.

Wei Qianchen stopped for a few seconds, then turned and smiled apologetically: "Young Master, you should leave everything to Ming Zhuang. I can't bear for him to do all the work by himself, I'll go and help him now …"

"Halt."

"Young Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have laughed at you!"

"What did I tell you to send?"

"Baggage."

"What did you send?"

"Underwear …"

Lancelot retracted his gaze from the screen, and looked at Wei Qianchen who was standing by the side: "Take out your sugar."

When Wei Qianchen heard that he wanted to confiscate the lollipop, he immediately became anxious: "Young Master, last time you punished me for two years so I can't eat sugar, I almost died from discomfort. How about this time, you find a way to punish me, as long as it doesn't make me stop eating candy, I'm willing to do anything!"

Lancelot did not speak, and the atmosphere in the room became gloomy.

Wei Qianchen dawdled for a while, then took out all of the lollipops in his clothes and put them down on the table, and said softly: "Everything is here."

"What flavor do you like?"

"Young master …"

"Don't let me ask it a second time."

"Sweet orange."

Lancelot glanced at the lollipops on the table, called the front desk of the hotel, got them to go to a nearby supermarket to buy five kilograms of sweet and orange smelling lollipops, filled up two large plastic bags, and placed them in front of Wei Qianchen.

Wei Qianchen was a little confused.

"Sit down and eat."

"Young, Young Master, eating so much will kill you."

"Eat."

"Yes sir!"

It was supposed to be his favorite treat, but now that he saw the two big bags on the table, Wei Qianchen suddenly lost his appetite. But since his young master had given the order, Wei Qianchen could only bite the bullet and sit down on the sofa, then take a piece of peeled candy, slowly licking it.

Lancelot stared at the computer and said: "Eat everything within an hour. If you can't finish, then I'll let you go to the supermarket and eat slowly. It's not a problem even if you want to eat for a long time."

Wei Qianchen was completely petrified.