Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

He thought about these words endlessly, thinking about it all night.

The shadow of the woman behind him was reflected on the glass window, just coincident with his shadow.

He said these four words for the first time in his life.

And still facing a woman he thought he hated.

In fact, there is no love, no hate.

If it weren't for the deep roots of love, how could she live in style?

He has first-class revenge ability, so how can he be so irritated by her from time to time.

Slowly, he hooked up a self-deprecating smile, and continued to say: "Let's start again."

"I don't hate you anymore, since I like you."

"...What's your answer?"

The woman behind him has been silent, and when he is silent, he starts to panic.

He has always done things with confidence, but this time, he lost his senses and sweated coldly on his palms.

The person standing still behind him finally took his steps, gently and rhythmically.

The woman stopped behind him, a faint perfume lingering on his nose, his body shook sharply, but before he could react, the woman's soft hand stroked his cheek, her lips leaning against his ears, warm His breath was ebullient and gushing in his ears.

With a smiling voice, shallow, thin: "Unfortunately, I don't like you."

The familiar voice successfully made the man froze.

He tilted his eyes, facing the familiar side face, a touch of astonishment was fixed in the soft eye waves.

He turned around and found nothing behind him.

She didn't come.

Gu Shinian didn't come!

Is Wen Jingran here?

Qin Muchen clasped his hands hanging behind him inadvertently.

"It was you at the airport that day?" He sneered, his voice couldn't tell the emotion, it turned out that he was really right.

wrong!

airport?

Qin Muchen was taken aback, and the scene that day came to mind again, he seemed to have broken something!

No, it's Gu Shinian!

The wound on her shoulder...he caused it?

Qin Muchen's expression changed, this woman said that she fell by herself! Idiot!

Wen Jingran still didn't know what he was thinking, with a contemptuous smile on the corners of his lips, fingers staying on his cheeks.

Qin Muchen was very annoyed, and grabbed her hand away.

Wen Jing took an inch of it, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him suddenly.

The two were very close, and she smiled and asked, "Don't you like me? Let me touch it. Shouldn't you be very happy?"

"You like me, this sentence, I have heard many people tell me. However, no one has made me so happy."

"Because I don't like you, I can't love it, it's very hard."

"You dismantle my happiness, and I also make you painful."

Qin Muchen was expressionless, pushed her away, and took two steps forward before realizing that something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at her pale and short of breath.

This symptom is familiar.

"Where is the medicine?"

He walked quickly over and poured out the contents of her bag.

The medicine to suppress heart disease has been eaten.

Qin Muchen held the empty box firmly, crushed the empty box directly, lowered his voice, and smirked: "Do you think that as long as you are still sick and uncomfortable, I will let you go? Go find him?"

That's why I don't care about my body again and again.

Wen Jingran smiled palely, leaned against his ear, and said lowly: "He is going back to China next month. I haven't seen him in person for two years. Let me see him this time."