Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Lu Zifan looked at an Nuanâs serious expression. He poked the contract twice and said, âas long as you sign it, spring wonât be far away. â
âCan you let me think about it for two days? â An NUAN said.
âSure, â Lu Zifan replied. He quietly left and stood outside the door. Seeing an Nuan flipping through the contract, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
He left her ward but didnât leave. Instead, he stood outside Tang Zhilinâs ward and looked through the glass window.
âYoung Master. â At this moment, a bodyguard walked over and whispered to him, âthe incident of the research institute being bombed has been investigated. The fingerprints at the scene are all yours and CEO Luâs. â
âWhat? â Lu Zifan asked coldly.
The bodyguard stood there and shrunk his neck. He said in a low voice, âother than the fingerprints and footprints, even the hair that fell on the ground is yours. â
âBullsh * T. â Lu Zifan reached out his hand and grabbed the bodyguardâs collar. He dragged him to the front and said, âsay that again. â
âYoung Master Lu, take a look for yourself, â the bodyguard said.
Lu Zifan flipped through the results of the investigation and fell heavily to the ground. He said coldly, âyou bombed my Lu residence in the past, and now youâre bombing my research institute. If you F * Cking have the guts, then blow me up too. â
Now, he didnât know where to vent his anger. He kept feeling like someone was strangling his throat. He wanted to resist, but he couldnât find a target.
He felt really F * Cking aggrieved. His business was losing money, the project was bombed, and he had to marry he ruoxue!
...
In the bedroom of Jing Garden.
He lanjin was carried back to her room by him and placed on the soft bed. She narrowed her hazy eyes and looked at Qiao Hanyeâs handsome face. She reached out to grab his shirt and tore it off forcefully.
âAh Jin. â Qiao Hanyeâs Adamâs apple moved. Her torn shirt and body were rubbed and caressed by her.
Qiao Hanye felt a cool sensation under his body. Before he could come back to his senses, she pulled him up and pushed him back. Her tall body leaned against the door, and her fingertips lifted his chin.
âYour Voice... is really nice, â he lanjin said in a low voice.
Her small face leaned against his chest and sniffed lightly. Her fingertips landed on his chest, and she hugged his neck, pulling him towards her and forcefully kissing him.
âOh. â Qiao Hanye groaned in a deep voice. He felt comfortable all over after being kissed by her.
Unexpectedly, she opened the door with a backhand. Taking advantage of the moment when Qiao Hanye was deeply kissed by her, she pushed the man out with a backhand and slammed the door shut with a bang.
â...âQiao Hanye stood alone outside, looking at the tightly shut door.
He stood there stunned for a few seconds before he couldnât help but laugh. âThis girl, can she be so overbearing even when sheâs drunk? â
Qiao Hanye pushed the door down and realized that she had locked it from the inside. He turned around and was about to enter the study room when he heard a barking sound. The little dog squatted not far away and climbed up along the railing to stare at him.
âGet lost, â Qiao Hanye said coldly.
However, it stared at him without any restraint. It silently swallowed its saliva and pounced on him.
However, before it could touch Qiao Hanye, it was sent flying by his backhand and fell into the trash can. By the time it climbed out, Qiao Hanye had already disappeared in the corridor.
The study room was very quiet.
Qiao Hanye took a cold shower and calmed his lust. He took a towel to wipe his short black hair and walked out in large strides. He saw that there were two missed calls.
âHello. â Qiao Hanye picked up his phone and dialed back.
Nan Fengâs voice sounded from the other end. âYoung Master, Iâve found some clues. â
âspeak. â Qiao Hanye heard it and tightened his grip on the phone. He reached out for the pen and wanted to record, but he realized that there was no sound on the other end of the phone.
âHello, Nan Feng, â Qiao Hanye said.
Unfortunately, there was a rustling sound from the other end, but no one spoke.
Qiao Hanye hung up the phone and dialed again, but no one picked up.