City: Beginning of the game, passing through the hell-level Pure Love Instance Dungeon
31 Aiya, it’s a plum relationship. It won’t be a problem!

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He had just finished off the blonde.

Losing the NTR ability directly gave Lin Mo a good idea.

The best way to avoid being NTR was to rise from the roots.

Dealing with a respectable person like Chen Dao couldn't be as rough as dealing with blondie.

He had to think of a way to start with street food.

Although the street food tasted good, they all had one thing in common, which was that they were dirty.

Even if the snack seller paid extra attention, it was inevitable that dust would fall into the ingredients.

Now, he planned to give this Mediterranean a super big gift bag.

At the end of the road, a small shop with ambiguous lights appeared in front of them.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up when he saw a woman with a good figure and good looks sitting in the shop.

She held a cigarette in her hand and crossed one leg. Under her gray skirt, a blue lace T-shaped bra was faintly visible.

Although her figure and looks were not as good as a stunner like Kim Jong-yeon, they were still of high quality.

If they were placed in the periphery, they would probably be in high demand.

This kind of woman would be reduced to doing business in this kind of wild chicken market. Naturally, she had some small problems.

A woman from a poor family and a well basin from a rich family.

His reputation in the rich circle was bad, so he could only come here to earn some money from the poor.

Even though there wasn't much business now, perhaps a few years ago, he would also be an upper-class person who went on and off yachts and leaned on the glass in the presidential suite to enjoy the scenery.

Of course, that was not the case now.

Ai ah, plum relationship, won't be a problem, just talk about love Ai, the probability is drenching.

He was even less worried about the problem of the verrucose not being sharp.

You have to take good care of Ziji ah, don't go to the blisters often, find a spot to go on, rash heart

"Handsome, come in and play?"

Seeing Lin Mo standing at the door, the woman in the shop calmly put out her cigarette.

"Let me make this clear first. I can only bring umbrellas here…"

Lin Mo took out a coin and casually tossed it around.

The woman's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the coin.

Seeing this, Lin Mo took out a photo of the Mediterranean Sea.

He placed it in front of the woman and shook it gently.

"Remember, you like this man very much. He's your favorite type. You can't control yourself when you see him…"

" After the snap of the fingers, you will forget about me and fall in love with this man. His home, where he lives..."

Pa!

With a light snap of her fingers, the woman trembled.

"What happened just now?"

Looking at Lin Mo's back, she seemed to have forgotten something.

However, deep in her subconscious, there seemed to be a voice telling her.

Where were they going?

Lin Mo returned to the car and waited patiently while looking at the three-arch bridge.

About ten minutes later, she finally saw that familiar figure.

He watched as the woman from Pheasant Street got into a taxi and stepped on the accelerator to follow him.

The taxi drove around and finally arrived at a high-end residential area.

After the woman got out of the car, she found a cafe and ordered a cup of coffee. She waited aimlessly.

She did not know what she was waiting for.

However, there seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her that the person she was waiting for was here.

"Hello, is this Mr. Chen? I'm from the agency.”

"When you signed the contract previously, you left something behind. I've already sent it to the coffee shop outside the neighborhood.”

Lin Mo, who had been following them, sat in the car and took out his phone.

He dialed the number of the Mediterranean supervisor.

"He should be coming down soon."

After waiting for two hours, Chen Dao, who was on the phone, went downstairs in confusion.

She took the copy of the contract that Lin Mo had left in the coffee shop.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a woman sitting by the glass window.

She was looking at him with a seductive gaze.

Ah, this?

Chen Dao was slightly stunned and couldn't help but touch his hair.

Could it be that he was still so charming?

However, this woman was indeed quite good-looking.

Although he couldn't be compared to Kim Jong-yeon and the fireman in the company.

However, she had a much better figure than the little lover he had outside.

Staring at the woman's slender waist, Chen Dao could not help but fantasize.

If he held onto his waist and injected his soul into it, wouldn't he be in a great mood?

He was willing to die in bed.

"Miss, can I get to know you?"

After brushing his hair, Chen Dao walked over confidently to strike up a conversation.

"You're quite cooperative. I thought you would put in more effort.”

Lin Mo, who was sitting in the car, watched the two of them hug each other not long after.

He could not help but click his tongue.

This old fellow really couldn't control his lower body no matter where he went.

He was in heat whenever he met a beautiful woman.

However, this saved him a lot of trouble.

She took out her phone and took a few photos of the passionate kiss. Then, she watched as the two of them walked straight to the hotel next door.

"These photos should be enough.”

Lin Mo looked at the photo in his hand and found a random place to develop it.

Then, he could report to Li Fang.

"500,000 is a little too little.”

The extra money was his psychological compensation.

After all, he had been busy for this matter.

Ding! Anti-NTR notification: Kim Jong-Yeon is about to receive revenge from Lee Fang. NTR is extremely risky. Please handle it with caution!

Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the system notification sounded in his ears.

"Tsk!"

Lin Mo was speechless. Couldn't he just let him rest?.。

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