She originally thought that he might just be greedy for novelty and just having fun, but now, it's hard to tell the truth from the lie, and he is so serious.
Her heart sank involuntarily.
She didn't want all her plans to be ruined.
She didn't say anything, but her eyes turned to the window, looking at the commercial street outside. People were coming and going, traffic was busy, and there were a lot of voices. Her mind was in chaos. A thought seemed to be uncontrollable, and it became more and more...
It became clear.
Inside the car, there was a faint scent of mint, filling the breaths of the two people.
Yi Jian, who was driving the car calmly, was covered with natural coldness, mixed with some other things... God knows how much complexity was hidden in his heart at this moment.
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Both of them have their own concerns. Deep down in their hearts, they are comparing each other carefully, speculating on what the other person is thinking.
However, no one asked.
Naturally, it was impossible to ask.
If anyone asks, that’s who loses.
One wants to escape, one wants to catch, one wants to live, and the other wants to get.
Originally, there didn't seem to be much of a contradiction in it, but unfortunately, in the heart of this man and this woman, there was only one word: danger!
Things that are too dangerous are not what that woman wants to touch.
Of course, everything seems to be so difficult to handle.
The car drove for a long time before Zhong Qing came back to her senses. When she saw the scenery outside the window, she felt a little unfamiliar. She turned her head and looked at the young commander, breaking the dullness with a low voice.
"Young Marshal, where are you going?"
Yi Jian then turned around, glanced at Zhongqing, and said in a stiff tone: "A friend's banquet."
As he spoke, Yi Jian parked the car aside.
After getting out of the car, Yi Jian stood there, waiting for Zhong Qing to come to her side. She naturally took her arm and the two of them walked towards the house.
This is like a large manor, with the buildings standing there quietly, in British style, like an old castle.
The servants were all wearing foreign clothes, as if they had met Yi Jian. When they saw him, they lowered their heads and called softly: "Young Marshal..."
Then, he opened the door and welcomed them in.
The scene inside is a style I have never seen before. It is different from the ordinary Western style.
