She buried her head, grabbed his shirt, and pressed her forehead against his chest. He could not see her face, but her thick black hair.

Lin Qinru's mind was blank.

It’s not that he has never been in love, nor has he never had a woman, but at this moment, his mind was short-circuited and he forgot everything around him.

Standing there like a piece of wood, motionless.

Cheng Zhiguo didn't hear the voices of the two, and turned to look at them, and was stunned for a moment.

But soon, he left quietly.

The adult affairs have nothing to do with him, the old man.

Lin Liang recovered from dizziness, his consciousness returned to his body, and he smelled a strange smell.

She opened her eyes and was stiff in an instant.

The next moment, she pushed Lin Qinru away and turned around and walked forward.

She walked very quickly, but when she walked to the camphor tree, she stopped.

Lin Qinru was pushed back by her and took two steps back, stabilized, and looked up at Lin Liang.

Smiled.

I recovered and knew that it was wrong to push him.

Lin Qinru put his hand into his pocket and walked over, "That's how you treat your savior?"

Lin Lian frowned and did not let go, but she spoke, "Mr. Lin, thank you, it's getting late, I'll go back to the hotel first."

I walked out, stopped a taxi and got in and left.

Lin Qinru stood there and rubbed his eyebrows.

Is he a beast?

Lin Lian sat in the car, looking at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, holding his hands tightly.

The one just now made her feel uncomfortable.

Why is it uncomfortable?

Because Lin Qinru and Zhan Lian ran a company at the time.

They know each other.

Then it’s like relying on Zhan Lian.

She doesn't like it.

Very repulsive.

Very resistant.

Even though she knew it was just an accident, she couldn't control it.

Lin Lian closed his eyes and calmed down his surging emotions.

Lin Qinru returned to the hotel and called, "Help me check Cheng Zhiguo, the boss of Suyuelou."

He would not give something to a completely stranger without having a full understanding of that person.

"No problem." Lin Qinru threw his cell phone on the bed and went to the bathroom.

Zhan Lianshi sat in the study, looking at the emails coming from the computer.

There are photos in the email, and each photo is attached with time and place.

He looked at these photos with deep black eyes, as if a winter snow had been accumulated, so quiet that it was terrible.

Lin Qinru took a shower, went to the bar to get a bottle of wine, poured a cup, and went to the balcony.

Although the night in Qingzhou is not as romantic as Paris, it has the gentleness of Jiangnan.
Chapter completed!