Ling Yansen strode to the door, opened the beaded door curtain, turned his back to the room, and sneered, the bitterness on his cheeks lingering for a long time.
The potted plants in front of the courtyard were growing just right. They were greedy for the warmth of the light, but he hated the sun above his head because he was sweating all over his body. He obviously didn't wear much, and the weather wasn't hot either. Most of his shirt was wet as he walked.
Rubbing his back, the stickiness made him feel uncomfortable all over.
When he got back to the car, he took off his coat and yelled at the old man to turn on the air conditioner.
Lao Zhang couldn't react. He was surprised and hesitantly asked, "Mr. Ling, it's only March and the air conditioning..."
"What nonsense! I'm not asking you to go to Antarctica and move an iceberg!" Ling Yansen had a gloomy face, deep outlines, and a cold and hard tone, without any hesitation. What he said was very mean. He tugged on his tie, which made his slender body look a little pale.
He pressed his fingers to his temples, and there was an obvious word "Chuan" between his frowning eyebrows.
Lao Zhang kept silent, hurriedly turned on the air conditioner, shivering from the cold, stepped on the accelerator, and the car seemed to be flying off the villa.
The car stopped in the square in front of Jiayu Building. Ling Yansen got out of the car and entered the revolving door. He was holding a short cigarette butt in his hand and was about to find a trash can to throw it in. He turned his slender body and looked through it casually.
A road full of cars.
This glance revealed the problem.
The handsome outline sank at a speed comparable to that of a rocket, and instantly became stained black and blue. His neck was stiff, and his back suddenly stiffened. He even forgot about the fact that the cigarette had not been extinguished. He pinched it hard with two fingers and burned it.
It made him grin.
Across the street, on the sidewalk, stood that damn woman.
She was in a shimmering golden light, so that every inch of her gentle profile was clearly reflected in his field of vision.
At this time, she was looking in a certain direction with a lonely face. Following her gaze, when he saw a man and a woman sitting in a booth near the window of Hong Kong City, his eyes suddenly became darker and darker, and he never looked back.
No sunlight was reflected, leaving only a long, cave-like darkness.
It’s so heartbreaking and exquisite! Photographers will surely have no worries about food and drink for the rest of their lives by taking pictures of her vivid expressions!
After a big fight with her that night, he returned to the bedroom. At four o'clock in the morning, he didn't know whether he was crazy or convulsed, but he made a phone call to the Xiao family mansion. The person who answered the phone was Mr. Xiao. When he saw that it was him,
She was still full of shock. And the damn thing he wanted to do was ask if Xiao Yixiang was at home, so as to confirm whether the man she met hugging her when she rushed to the second game was actually Xiao Yixiang!
At this moment, from the look on her face, it might be so.
He stood quietly, his falcon-like eyes locked on her. It wasn't until she said goodbye to her friends beside him and turned to cross the road that he suddenly came back to his senses, covered his dark eyes, pondered for a moment, and turned back.
Then walked to the underground parking lot.
On the way, he bumped into the driver, Lao Zhang, who had parked his car and was about to enter the elevator. He stopped him and said, "Give me the car keys. There is something left in the car."
Lao Zhang is a sincere and honest employee who does his best, "Mr. Ling, may I ask what it is? I will get it for you."
Ling Yansen was tired of dealing with his seriousness, and his mind was in a mess. He couldn't think of anything to use as an excuse, so he casually said, "Mobile phone. No need. I'll go."
Lao Zhang was stunned. He lowered his head in surprise and took a look at the boss's slightly bulging trousers pocket. Ling Yansen froze and shouted impatiently, with a constipated expression on his face, "What are you looking at? That's
A cigarette case is not a mobile phone! Give me the car keys!”
Lao Zhang shook his head and hurriedly handed over the car keys. He felt very aggrieved. He didn't say that the bulging thing was a mobile phone, but it just looked like the boxy one...
With a dark face, Ling Yansen grabbed the car keys, resentful in his heart, and whipped a certain woman to death several times! Who told them that they were in a cold war, and he would not be the one who bowed his head first until he died! If not
In order to create some 'coincidences' and pick the right time for her to run into him, he could go back and forth like this!
As for why a coincidence was created, Ling Yansen subconsciously ignored this issue.
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Qing Wu put Lin Yan into a taxi, then crossed the road and returned to Jiayu Building. As soon as she entered the lobby, her cell phone started vibrating again in her bag.
She sighed, found a secluded place, and picked up, "Father, I was having a meal just now and I didn't bring my cell phone with me, so I didn't receive your call."
Duan Fei stood up from his office chair with a complicated expression on his face. He picked up his phone and the text message that opened on the screen was Zhang Tianming's detailed report on his daughter's whereabouts. He felt mixed emotions. He also knew that he was forcing her, but
For Duan's sake, he couldn't care less about her feelings and didn't want to.
"I thought you muted your phone to avoid me." Duan Fei smiled solemnly and said this seemingly casually.
Qingwu's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks turned red as if her lie had been exposed. Her father was clearly not in front of her, but she still felt ashamed. After a pause, she was a little incoherent, "No! Father, I just..."
I really went to eat."
Duan Fei didn't want to go into details, so he just clicked on it and quickly got to the point, "Qingwu, I hope you can understand dad, help dad, and help Duan. You and Ling Yansen are tired of being together all day long and you can't stand him.
I don’t know what kind of conflict you are having. Recently, there has been overwhelming news about him! In just a few dozen days, the women around him have ranged from the daughter of Oak International to a newly minted star to a waiter in a coffee shop, no matter how poor they are.
Rich or low, as long as he likes it, he will play with it for days. It goes back and forth like this. When will it be the end? Who knows what he is thinking because he is so erratic. You must have a sense of crisis.
Don't let me keep pushing you, you are too annoyed. Right now, our Duan family is like a turtle in a urn. Anyone can take a bite and choose a piece of meat. You have stayed in the Duan family for so long, so you have some feelings. Don't you?