Number One Ugly Husband

27. Lunch

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Dongling Ce patted on the seat beside him, “Come here.”

Bao Ye sat down, the slight scent from Dongling Ce spread out and sneaked into his nose.

He looked at the wooden trolley in front of him. On the first On the first layer laid the red wine and the glass, and on the second layer,  two plates covered by the round high stainless iron lids, which seems covering advanced delicacy within it.

Bao Ye lifted his eyebrow, would this psychopath really want to treat him?

He looked at Dongling Ce, who was grinning more seductively, he thought this psychopath was different from other slave owners.

Other owners always condescended to the slave, they scorned and looked down on the slaves because they considered slaves as the most dirty and inferior things in the world. And they never let the slave come close them within one meter.

But Dongling Ce never looked down on him, he didn’t view him as filthy and even let him come close to him and sit on his car. But his purpose remained unknown.

Dongling Ce fiddled with the wine bottle beside him, “I’m going to hold a banquet in my house, many semi-gods will come to taste the wine. It is my favorite. It glows charming red, it spreads obsessing scent. I always take a deep breath before I taste it…”

“You can feel the scent embedded in it,” He spoke with a charming sexy voice when he acted as if he was smelling the wine and taking a toast, “then…”

But he stoped here and narrowed his eyes to peeped at Bao Ye, “Then I never tasted it after your blood from pustule spurt in my wine glass.”

Bao Ye sneered, “That’s what you treat me for?”

Dongling Ce curved his lips significantly. He looked out of the window and smiled, “Here we are.”

The limousine hauled after his words faded in the air.

Looking around, Bao Ye found that they were around the construction site.

It was at the lunch hour, the site was silent since all the slaves were having meal in the hole underground.

“What are we come here for?”

“Have lunch.”

The driver got off the limousine and opened the door for Bao Ye.

Bao Ye glimpsed at Dongling Ce, stepped out of the limousine and asked, “Your majesty, may I?”

But he showed no intends to stretch out and help him get off.

Dongling Ce lifted his eyebrows, “I had lunch before.”

“You already had it?” Bao Ye narrowed his eyes and thought cautiously: would it be an evil trick against him?

The driver lifted the trolley off the limousine and said, “Young Master Jin, this way, please.”

Thinking that Dongling Ce wouldn’t kill him, Bao Ye left with the driver.

The driver didn’t spoke a vow on the whole way.

Bao Ye rolled his eyes quickly to observe the surroundings. Although he didn’t stay here for long, but thanks to this spacious empty site, he could easily remember the building around the site.

The driver walked forward, and Bao Ye looked at his direction, and saw a large shabby wooden house.

Bao Ye’s eye corners twitched hardly.

This simple tattered wooden hut was the latrine for all the slaves. It was built up right above the cesspool and covered with several planks. The slaves excreted through the narrow gap between the planks when squatting on two planks.

The dropping sound of excrement was so obviously to be heard when any slave was shitting.