The Romantic CEO

After that sentence, Luohan and his boss said something else, but I can't hear them clearly.

She had only one idea in her head. She was going to go. She was going to leave. She didn't want to meet that person.

Luo Han beside him also felt her wrong, he asked: "what's the matter with you?"

"I feel a little hot," he said

Luohan also felt a little hot. He nodded and said, "there is no wind here. You can cool down on the terrace first. I'll come to you later if you have something to do."

Thinking of a person standing beside the terrace, I saw that it was raining outside, and the breeze was blowing on her skin, which made her have tiny pimples. Then she saw three cars parked downstairs. The door of the first black car opened, and the driver took the lead to open the back door with an umbrella.

She was touched by someone behind her, and suddenly turned back, like a frightened deer, with a strong guard and vigilance in his eyes.

Luohan frowned and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

He took a breath and pressed his hand on his temple and said, "Luohan, can I go first?"

Luohan raised his left hand and looked at the time and said, "the reception has not officially started yet."

She shook her head and looked a little sorry. She said, "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable?"

Luo Han's eyes were tight: "where is the discomfort, headache? Your face looks a little hot, is it a fever?" After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I'll give you the car key. Will you drive my car back?"

"No, I can't drive like this. I'll take a taxi myself."

Luohan wanted to talk again. The bald boss over there had already called him. He had to say, "be careful on the way. Please call me when you get home." As he walked towards the boss, he spoke to his mind.

She nodded, and then she turned and walked towards the door of the banquet hall, through the music fountain in the middle of the hall, where the pianist in black and white tuxedo was playing beautiful piano music.

She had never felt that there was still so much time left in the hall. When she saw the exit faintly and was ready to go down the steps, it was too late.

Jiang Yichen came in from the banquet hall, walked forward a few steps, just ready to go up the steps.

He was under the steps, she was on the steps, and when he looked up, they looked at each other.

This city is so big, thinking about living a very ordinary life, it is not so easy to have an intersection with this man at the top.

However, the fact is that he has been paying close attention to her all the time, so he knows everything about her, even if he has reason to believe that he knew she would come here early.

Such an idea suddenly came into being, and her heart seemed to be floating in an oil pan. Her brain could no longer think about any problems. Her soul and consciousness were stripped away at the moment he stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at her.

Like many years ago, she couldn't remember when it happened. At that time, he also secretly came to the party. As a result, he happened to meet Jiang Yichen. At that time, the woman he was with was the movie queen. She made a mistake in her panic, was splashed with juice and fell.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Just at a glance, Jiang Yichen withdrew his eyes. In the light flowing air, they met each other with one eye, and there was no strange spark. He even had no waves on his expression, so he walked past her.

Thinking of wearing small stiletto heels, she walked down the steps.

The moment she fell, her soul finally returned to her body, and she was thinking, maybe tomorrow, oh no, right now, she was the joke of the whole party.

The man had already gone up the steps and went deep into the banquet hall. When he heard the sound, his feet stopped and turned, and his pupils shrank in an instant. He hardly thought about it. He turned his direction and ran down the steps. Shengsheng also let the footsteps of those people who followed him all stagnate.

Because she was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes with small thin heels, she fell down and couldn't stand on her own. In addition, her skirt was designed with a high waist and slit. As long as she moved a little, she would walk away. Embarrassment and embarrassment made her face red and her eyes filled with mist.

Jiang Yichen immediately took off her suit coat and wrapped her up. He held her in his arms and said to those waiting for him, "go first."

There was a light rain outside, the air was wet. Thinking about being held in her arms by Jiang Yichen, the fine rain fell on her face. She could smell the grass in the air and the cold smell of cedar and tobacco on his body.

She used to say that she didn't like his smoking, and he didn't like the smell of smoke on him, so he tried to bear it at that time and had to light it. During her absence for four years, his addiction to smoking became more and more serious.

Jiang Yichen took her to the car and told the driver waiting in the car to go to a nearby hospital.

Thinking that she was about to get out of the car, she reached out to open the door, but the door had been locked, and she could not open it at all. The resistance was out of instinct, even without thinking. When she saw that the door could not be opened, she reached for the back of her chair and said, "open the door, let me get out of the car."At the moment, the car has started and is slowly leaving the parking lot of the hotel. The driver, as if he did not hear, drove the car forward without expression.

He patted the back of his chair and said, "I'm going to get out of the car. Do you hear me?"

Jiang Yichen stretched out his hand and pulled it down from the back of the chair and pressed it on her knee. Then he opened his mouth. His voice was slow and gentle: "your foot is injured. Let's go to the hospital now. Don't embarrass the driver."

The implication is that the driver won't listen to her at all.

Thinking of her fist clenched on her knee, Jiang Yichen's hand pressed on her wrist. She couldn't move. After struggling for several times, she simply gave up.

At such a distance, in the dim light, he looked at her side face, giving birth to a vague and unreal feeling as if separated from the world.

After four years, he finally had a chance to face her directly. The first second she was lying in his arms, this second she was sitting beside him. Even if she refused to see him, even if she didn't want to say a word to him, he still had a kind of light joy that was not easy to come.

She is like the sand in his hand. No matter how hard he tries to hold it, it will still run away from his hand.

Then, Jiang Yichen released the hand pressed on her wrist. At the moment when he let go, his fist also slowly loosened.

She calmed down and became quiet. Instead of looking at Jiang Yichen, she turned her face out of the window and looked at the night scene of the city.

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