After crying a lot, she finally left Huang Xin's arms. Her eyes were red and swollen, her eyelashes were still stained with mist, her hair was messy, and her hair was stuck to her tear-stained face. Realizing her gaffe, she quickly wiped her face with her hands.

With tears on my face, I said "I'm sorry".

It felt a lot better after crying, and her heart suddenly became enlightened. At least she had such a friendly friend by her side to accompany her.

After walking out of the restaurant, the two of them stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at the bustling market with cars and people coming and going outside.

Huang Xin asked with a little worry in his eyes: "I'll take you back!"

"No." Yang Shuting refused. Seeing the surprise and confusion in Huang Xin's eyes, she explained that she was now living at Ling Weihao's place.

Huang Xin even asked in confusion: "Why are you living at his place?"

With her like this, isn't it like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

Yang Shuting grabbed her shoulders with both hands, pursed her lips, frowned slightly, stared straight into her eyes, and reminded her: "Don't ask so many questions, knowing too much will not do you any good."

Also, you must not tell anyone what happened today, absolutely..."

"Why?" Huang Xin had so many questions that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"If you don't want something to happen to me, then just pretend you don't know and it didn't happen. Okay?" Yang Shuting looked at her pleadingly, hoping she would promise her not to tell anyone else about today's incident, let alone spread it out.

"Yes!" Huang Xin nodded and agreed to her.

They parted hands outside the restaurant door. Huang Xin stood there silently, watching Yang Shuting get into the taxi, raising his hand and waving gently.

Yang Shuting got into the taxi, turned her head, looked out the window, waved to her, and raised an indifferent smile at her. She saw Huang Xin's mouth moving, and she knew clearly that Huang Xin was going to confront her.

What she said was to tell her to pay attention.

Thinking of this, my heart moved and tears fell involuntarily.

Not letting the driver see her losing her composure, she quickly took out a tissue from her purse and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She first went to Jinshan Community, where she lives.

The taxi stopped outside Jinshan Community. Yang Shuting got out of the car, looked at the old buildings in Jinshan Community, took a deep breath, walked in, walked towards the corridor, went up to the fifth floor, took out the key and opened the door.

. She accidentally saw sporadic paint stains on the door, and recalled the time when she was splashed with paint by two gangsters for no reason. She still doesn’t know who did this to her.

With a bang, the door opened, and Yang Shuting walked in. The inside was still the same, and nothing inside had been moved, but there was a layer of dust on the table. Some potted flowers on the windowsill had withered and died.

She took out a suitcase from under the bed, walked to the closet, opened the closet, took a few sets of clothes, folded them and put them in the suitcase. She then pulled out the drawer on the counter and took some important documents from it.

Put it in your purse.

She simply packed up, zipped up the suitcase, took the suitcase, and walked to the door. She turned around and glanced at this house reluctantly. She had lived here with her mother for several years, and it was equivalent to their second home.

Home is somewhat emotional.

She stayed temporarily and did not check out because if her mother's condition improved and she could be discharged from the hospital, she could take her mother back to live there.

After closing the door, she carried her suitcase, walked downstairs, walked out of the corridor, and left Jinshan Community. She hailed a taxi on the street, got in, and headed back to Ling Weihao's villa.

When we returned to the villa, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark.

Yang Shuting took out the suitcase from the back of the taxi. At this time, Xin Su came out, quickly took the suitcase from her hand, and said with a smile: "Miss, you are back!"

"Um!"

When she walked into the house, she saw no trace of Ling Weihao. Just now she specifically asked Xinsu if the boss was back?

There was a possibility that he might not come back. With such a beautiful and charming woman by his side, how could he be willing to come back?

Xinsu took her suitcase back to the room, and Yang Shuting followed her in.

"Miss, are you moving here?" Xinsu knew that she was just a servant and it was best not to ask about some things, but now that the boss was away, she was curious and asked.

"Yeah! That's right!" Yang Shuting walked over and put the suitcase on the bed, then opened it, took out the clothes, hung them on hangers one by one and put them in the closet.

After all, this is not her real home. She just moved here to fulfill her promise to Ling Weihao.

"Miss, have you eaten? I'm going to the kitchen to prepare something to eat."

"Okay." Yang Shuting responded while busy organizing things.

She thought Ling Weihao would not come back tonight, and thought she could have a peaceful sleep tonight. But he came back at ten o'clock in the evening. At that time, Yang Shuting was lying on the bed, not sleeping, and the rumble of cars sounded below the yard.

, two beams of light passed through the window, illuminating the room instantly.

Yang Shuting opened her eyes suddenly, her heart tightening. She quickly stood up, walked to the window in the dark and secretly looked down. Ling Weihao's car was parked under the yard, and he got out of the car.

She stood there blankly, listening to the movement below, and vaguely heard his footsteps, walking towards her house.

She was so excited that she quickly returned to her bed, covered herself with a quilt, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

With a bang, the door opened. The light from the corridor outside shone in, and his figure was reflected on the floor.

Yang Shuting, who closed her eyes tightly, was frightened. She covered the quilt tightly with her hands and did not dare to move.

He drank again, and Yang Shuting could smell the strong smell of alcohol in the air.

Ling Weihao walked in, unbuttoned his suit, tugged on his tie, and turned on the light. The room suddenly became brighter. He glanced at Yang Shuting, who was lying on the bed with her back to him, then sat by the bed and drank.

After drinking some wine, he felt that his whole body was hot, and his voice was tired and slightly drunk: "I know you're not asleep. Get up and give me a glass of water. I'm thirsty!"

A commanding tone.

The strong and pungent smell of alcohol filled the air above the room. Yang Shuting slowly closed her eyes without saying anything. She sat up and got out of bed. When she was about to put on her shoes and walk out, Ling Weihao suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

He pulled her into his arms, looked at her with drunken eyes, smiled evilly, and brought his mouth close to hers.

The breath emanating from his mouth was really unpleasant. Yang Shuting felt nauseated, broke away from him, quickly left the room, went downstairs, and poured a glass of water. Holding the cup in her hand, she hesitated.

I really didn’t want to go upstairs to my room, but I was afraid that he would get angry and be ravaged by him.

But no matter what, she didn't dare to offend him. His temperament was weird, unpredictable and unpredictable.

She walked upstairs and stood outside the door. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened the door gently and walked in. She saw Ling Weihao fell on the bed and fell asleep.

She walked over, touched him with her finger, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Ling, Mr. Ling... wake up, I'm here with some water!"

Ling Weihao frowned, turned over, moved his mouth, and continued to sleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put the cup on the bedside table, and looked at Ling Weihao on the bed, who smelled of alcohol, with an expression of helplessness and disgust on his face. She took off his leather shoes.

and socks, took off his coat and untied his tie. Then he went to the bathroom, took a wet towel, and wiped his face.

While wiping him, Ling Weihao suddenly grabbed Yang Shuting's hand. Yang Shuting was startled, and the towel in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. She wanted to open his hand, but she heard his mouth was slurred.

Calling other women's names.

Finally breaking off his hand, Yang Shuting sighed and glared angrily at the man on the bed. What did he call just now? Jin Pu Ai, it seemed to be a girl's name, a very special name.

Can't you tell, he is so cold and ruthless, but he also has someone he loves hidden in his heart.

Yang Shuting raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, picked up the towel on the floor, walked out, and closed the door. He occupied her bed tonight, so she had to sleep on the sofa in the living room.

When Yang Shuting woke up the next day, she was woken up by Ling Weihao. She opened her eyes drowsily, and a handsome face with a bit of fatigue appeared in front of her. She suddenly opened her eyes and quickly got up from the sofa.

She felt her neck was very sore. The sheet on her body fell to the ground. She picked it up and raised her eyes to look at him. Did he cover her?

"Why are you sleeping here?" When Ling Weihao woke up, he found himself lying on Yang Shuting's bed, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was confused, and then got out of bed to look for her. When he got out of bed, he felt a splitting headache, and maybe

He drank too much last night. He was just attending a charity dinner and wanted to go home. But Tan Jing tried to get him drunk with the obvious purpose of having sex with him. But he didn't like women like Tan Jing.

, I have no interest at all, and I am thinking about the woman at home.

"Last night you came back and asked me to pour you a glass of water. I went downstairs and poured some water. Unexpectedly, you fell asleep on my bed and couldn't wake up. So I slept on the sofa.

"Yang Shuting said while touching her sore neck, with a bit of grievance in her tone. What's more, he smelled of alcohol, smoke, and femininity last night, which made her feel uncomfortable and nauseated.

Ling Weihao frowned and tried to recall what happened last night. It was vague and vague. He did ask her to pour him some water, but he fell on the bed before he could drink it because he was too tired.

Too sleepy.

Yang Shuting stood there, yawning involuntarily, tears overflowing her eyes. She looked at the time, it happened to be seven o'clock, it was time to wash up and have breakfast. Then she looked at Ling Weihao who was silent and said: "

Mr. Ling, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go up first!"
Chapter completed!