"Jingchen, your efforts are in the wrong direction." Lan Qin looked at his left hand on the dining table, slowly reached out his hand, and gently touched it: "Listen to me, give up."
At this time, the building opposite the French restaurant.
A photographer was looking for the right moment, pointed the camera at the scene where Lan Qin took Li Jingchen's left hand, and pressed the camera button.
Afterwards, the photographer checked the photos and murmured to himself: "This should be enough for me to have a business relationship with Miss Lan, right?"
The next second, his shoulder was lightly tapped from behind.
"Don't make trouble." The photographer was busy adjusting the angle. It would be just right to take a few more intimate photos!
Then, he was tapped on the shoulder again, this time a little harder.
"Stop making trouble!" The photographer couldn't help but said angrily as the lens was tilted and only Lan Qin was photographed.
wrong!
This studio belongs to him, and tonight he specially asked his employees to go home early and stay here alone, just to complete the task assigned to him by Miss Lan.
So, who is tapping him on the shoulder?!
The photographer turned around tremblingly and saw a completely unknown man standing behind him. Before he could call for help, his mouth was gagged and he could only look at him in horror.
The man said coldly: "If the next question is yes, just nod, if not, shake your head. Do you understand?"
After the photographer was stunned for two seconds, he quickly nodded to express his understanding!
The man asked coldly: "Are you secretly taking photos here?"
The photographer pointed at the sky to indicate that he was taking a night scene.
As a result, his neck felt cold. When the photographer looked down, he saw that the other party had already put a knife on his neck.
The photographer could only nod desperately, admitting that he was taking photos secretly.
The man then asked: "If I give you another way to make money, will you do it?"
Does he have any choice?
The photographer nodded desperately.
"Very good, listen clearly..."
After the man explained it coldly, he put a card into the photographer's pocket and left quickly.
The photographer touched the bank card in his pocket and sat on the ground exhausted.
...
Half an hour later——
Lan Qin, who had nothing to hold him back, barely managed to lick the dessert plate clean, so he put down his spoon and said, "I'm full. Could you please give me a ride, Mr. Li?"
Li Jingchen said expressionlessly: "I only promised you dinner, but I didn't promise to take you home."
Lan Qin had no choice but to do the next best thing: "It's raining outside, can Mr. Li at least hold an umbrella for me?"
While they were talking, the waiter thoughtfully gave them an umbrella. It is indeed a high-end restaurant, and everything is considered thoughtfully for the guests.
"Thank you." Lan Qin said to the waiter with a smile, and then said to Li Jingchen: "You have already spent 2 hours having a candlelight dinner with me, so why don't you give me an umbrella?"
After Li Jingchen paid the bill, he stood up and walked towards the door of the restaurant.
Lan Qin knew that he had gone too far, so he couldn't help but pick up his umbrella and chased after him: "Then I'll call you at the head office?"
Li Jingchen put his hands in his pockets and braved the rain to pick up the car.
Lan Qin took three steps in a row, opened the umbrella, and stood on tiptoes to rest on Li Jingchen's head: "Have you forgotten how you got your headache? How dare you get wet in the rain?"
In order to save Lu Wanwan, he jumped into the sea again and again to look for her traces. As a result, he fell ill and often suffered from severe headaches.
Li Jingchen turned around, lowered his eyes and looked at her and said, "Can you give me the things?"
The space between the two of them under the umbrella seemed a little cramped, and Lan Qin was almost intoxicated by his masculine aura. She tried her best to be sober and said: "Mr. Li, I didn't say I would give you something just for a candlelight dinner."