Love You for the Rest of My Life novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615: Chapter 616: Something’s not right!

Di Xiaxia was laughing so much at these jokers that she couldn’t even sit up straight. Through her laughter, she said, "How do you both know so much about your families?"

"Of course, I do." Nangong Ran nodded earnestly, "My mother told me if I can’t choose a proper major, I should just slum it. My main focus of study is based on my third brother’s business, selling arms and ammunition."

Gu Qibao gave a speechless glare, "Is it just me, or does the idea of you selling arms and ammunition sound hilarious? I bet you’d pee yourself during the transaction!"

Interestingly, Di Jinxuan rested her chin on her hand, curiosity throbbing in her voice, "I’m suddenly curious about what it’s like to sell arms and ammunition. Is it like what they show on TV?"

Nangong Ran squirmed excitedly, "Wanna see? My third brother could show you. I bet you’d get a kick out of it."

And just as he’d anticipated, Di Jinxuan shook her head, "Better not."

"Lame." Nangong Ran laughed at her, "Do you really think it’s like what they show on TV? It’s actually nothing like that. Most of the transactions take place online, dummy! It’s not as flashy and cool as you think!"

Di Jinxuan blinked, "The legend is apparently just that."

Just as she finished that sentence, the door abruptly kicked open, letting in a flamboyant Nangong Jin.

Cloaked in a black shirt that hugged his formidable figure, he wore a gold rimmed collar on his stiff torso, radiating a nouveau riche charm.

However, it didn’t make him look crass but added a touch of charm.

Nangong Jin was slightly lean, his long legs looked teasingly sexy. His short, neat hair, captivating facial features, especially his peach blossom eyes emitting ravishingly exotic sparks, could intoxicate anybody at the first sight.

Tsk tsk," Nangong Ran whistled, clutching his cheeks, looking at his flamboyant third brother Nangong Jin with a infatuated expression, "My third brother is just an irresistible ’love potion.’"

Under the neon light, Nangong Jin strutted in, telephone in one hand, seemingly involved in some conversation, and cigarette flickering in the other.

While leisurely taking drags from his cigarette, he casually conducted the conversation. Smoke spiraling from his pouted lips blurred his face, but it gave off a seductive, refined air about him.

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