As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, and under the woman's stunned and aggrieved eyes, he slammed the door and left in a hurry.
He was on the phone while walking, but the phone on the other end was always turned off. The cold voices made his heart feel inexplicably anxious, as if a pair of invisible hands were squeezing his heart.
Teng Jinsi knew that the woman would not call him easily unless she was really in trouble.
There was really nothing he could do, so he had to press the numbers and dial, "I'm Teng Jinsi, help me check where the number that was called on my phone just now is."
"Boss, why are you checking this so late at night?"
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to check it out?!" He gritted his teeth coldly and said, hearing the other party trembling, and he quickly responded, "Check it, I'll go check it out for you right away."
About half an hour later, he received a call and confirmed Qingtian's location. However, the other party was not sure that Qingtian would still be there at this moment. After all, she had turned off her phone and her exact location could not be found.
Tengjinsi didn't care too much, stepped on the accelerator, and drove quickly towards the west coast.
Finally, he saw a familiar figure from a distance.
He then slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road. He saw Sunny sitting on the edge of the beach, burying her head between her knees. The moonlight shrouded her thin figure, which made her look particularly distressed.
He walked up and looked at the suitcase next to her, "Hey, where did this beautiful woman run away from home?"
Hearing his voice, Qingtian raised his head and looked at him quite unexpectedly.
Teng Jinsi sat next to her and smiled, "Would you like to call me late at night to ask me to come see the sea?"
Not only was his tight tone not so annoying at this time, it actually relieved Qingtian's depressed mood. She smiled weakly, "How did you find this place?"
He looked at her, his deep eyes as black as the night looking at her intently, but he twirled his fingers in an exaggerated manner, "I can tell where you are just by pinching my fingers, do you believe it or not?"
"Do you want the master to tell you your fortune?"
He still held her hand in a decent manner, "The man is on the left and the woman is on the right. Come on, give me your right hand. I will show it to you."
Qingtian was amused by him and withdrew his hand, "You think I am a three-year-old child."
Teng Jinsi is a man with keen observation skills. How could he ignore the red bloodshot eyes in her eyes? Those red and swollen eyes must have been crying and suffered some injustice.
It's just that she doesn't want to say it, so how can he take the initiative to touch her wound?
He would rather pretend that he didn't know anything and didn't care. As long as she needed anything, he would give it to her unconditionally.
Of course Qingtian also understood what he meant, her smile faded, and she said sincerely, "Thank you."
"It's not enough to just say thank you. I'm a very realistic person. How about some practical actions? Can you express your condolences to my body and mind?"
He smiled and teased her. Seeing his meaningful smile on Qingtian, he immediately misunderstood and his face turned red, "You think so."
His smile deepened, "Where are you thinking? I mean, should you show sincerity? For example, cook something for me to eat? I just drank too much today and didn't eat anything."
Very embarrassing on a sunny day.
"But where can I cook something for you now?"
"How about coming to my house?"
Qingtian looked at him, hesitating whether to go to the man's house in the middle of the night, but she saw him raising three fingers to promise, "I will only eat, I promise."
"But the food I cook is not delicious." Qingtian said this, feeling sad.
No matter how hard she has studied, if someone doesn't like you, they just don't like it. No matter how much effort you put in, as long as that person doesn't like you, he won't see anything and will naturally not care about the food you cook.
Teng Jinsi shrugged helplessly, "I don't have high requirements, as long as I can eat it."
Hearing this, Qingtian smiled faintly and had no choice but to nod.
Teng Jinsi's private villa is nearly a thousand square meters. The huge kitchen has all the facilities, but there is nothing in the freezer except wine and bottled pure water...
Feeling frustrated, Qingtian squatted in front of his freezer and looked up at him, "Are you going to let me cook wine for you?"
He smiled sheepishly, "I forgot, I rarely come back here."
The implication is that he has so many villas that he doesn’t even bother to come back here?
Qingtian shook her head. She used to think that rich people could only drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes and live in luxury villas. But since she met Ye Yisheng and Teng Jinsi, these two men completely overturned her idea.
There are several cars parked in their garages. The sports cars are either Bugatti Veyron or Lamborghini, and the private cars are more limited editions. Before Qingtian, I didn’t understand Ye Yisheng, why did he buy so many cars?
It seems that this is a common problem among rich people like them.
"How about going to buy it now?"
As long as she is not afraid of trouble, he is willing to spend time with her slowly like this.
Qingtian nodded and closed the refrigerator cabinet, "That's all."
He drove as fast as he could to a nearby 24-hour supermarket. On a sunny day, he pushed the cart and carefully selected things in the large freezer. He followed behind him, with the corners of his lips rising uncontrollably and his eyes full of tenderness.
He wonders if he drank too much? Why is he so drunk...
Remember when Teng Jinsi went to the supermarket with women? He always used his card to send the women's requests, letting them buy whatever they wanted as long as they didn't bother him, but now, he followed her voluntarily.
He even took the initiative to help her push the cart.