Stupid Woman, Don't Flirt With Me

Gu Qiqi twisted her fingers in Gong Jue's arms in anger.

Her small hands weren't idle either. She simply pinched the thin skin on his collarbone. It was said that pinching a small piece of skin like this hurt the most.

Stupid man. Now that he told you to buy a woman, you're actually asking for a price? Why don't you go to heaven?

Gong Jue drew a cold breath.

He frowned coldly.

He didn't complain about the pain.

He only gently held her small claws and said in a doting tone. "Don't flirt with me. Let's get down to business first."

Gu Qiqi's lips twitched.

This man was sick!

She was clearly warning him. Which eye of his could tell that she was "flirting" with him?

Gong Jue held her small claws tightly and rubbed them slowly in his palm.

He looked at Gu Qiushan with his thick eyebrows and deep eyes.

Gu Qiushan was secretly delighted and blurted out, "One hundred million!"