Big Shot's Reincarnation Sweeps the World

The visitor sized up Yi Juncheng's attire with a strange look. He recognized him. This was Young Master Yi, a famous figure in the capital. Why was he dressed like this?

He felt a chill on his neck and quickly looked away. He wondered if he had gotten the instructions wrong.

Ever since he walked through the door, he'd been on pins and needles. It was utterly uncomfortable.

Yi Juncheng didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he just sat opposite them in his bathrobe with a faint smile.

However, his Yangyang refused to sit with him and insisted on sitting with this lawyer. He had already vaguely guessed something.

"These are my properties, these are my companies, and these are my personal assets. Add his name," Sheng Yang said seriously, pointing at Yi Juncheng.

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Lawyer Tong scratched his head. He never expected that this was what he was here to do. Generally speaking, wasn't this something a man would do for a woman? Besides, Young Master Yi was not someone who lacked money.

Yi Juncheng crossed his long legs and sat there. The aura around him automatically formed a dome. He really couldn't cry or laugh.

So when Yangyang said she would give him everything, she meant it literally.

Sheng Yang still had many things in her backpack. The stack of patent certificates could be used to play poker. She pondered for a moment and said to herself, "I don't think we can add his name to patent certificates, right?"

Yi Juncheng suddenly grabbed Sheng Yang's wrist and stared at her with his dark eyes. Lawyer Tong seemed to have turned invisible. He walked along the wall and stepped out of the door bit by bit while trying not to make a sound.

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The moment the door was closed, Yi Juncheng suddenly grabbed Sheng Yang's shoulder and pulled her closer. His gaze seemed to be full of meaning as it traveled from her full forehead, to the bridge of her nose, and then to her moist lips. He swallowed slightly, and his voice was unconsciously lower. "Yangyang, you know that's not what I want."

"Ahem, I understand." Sheng Yang had been cramming recently and suddenly understood. She immediately turned the tables and pressed Yi Juncheng onto the sofa.

Yi Juncheng looked at her in surprise. "You…"

There was a hint of slyness in Sheng Yang's eyes. This time, she wouldn't be led by the nose by him. She would always be ahead of him. It seemed that she wasn't mistaken.

In Yi Juncheng's eyes, her little smugness was getting more and more provocative.

"As much as I want to be impulsive…" Yi Juncheng shoved his fingers into his hair and laughed. "I can't. Not until the masked man is found."

Before he met Sheng Yang, he was completely capable of writing a suicide note.

Now, he wanted to be with her for a long time. He was suddenly afraid of dying. At the same time, he was determined to finish off most of his enemies.

However, this masked man was a formidable opponent. He wanted to kill him even more than his previous enemies, afraid that he would revive.

Yi Juncheng would not give up until he caught him.

Although Yangyang's attitude surprised him, he sobered up and held Sheng Yang's face with his hand. Sheng Yang's palm-sized face was not as wide as his hand. He smiled again. "I can't let you be a widow."

Sheng Yang didn't let him fiddle with her this time. She grabbed the collar of his bathrobe. "Yi Juncheng, are you impotent?"