"Keep your bodyguards under control!"
The attendant opened the car door for her.
Sai Lan bent down to get into the car and sat up straight inside. The attendant then dared to put away the black umbrella and close the door, blocking Ye Wangchuan and the others from view outside the car.
Then, when the entourage brought by Sai Lan passed by the man, they nodded slightly to him as a greeting, but did not dare to delay. They just nodded to Ye Wangchuan, then trotted around to the front passenger seat and got into the car.
The Lincoln drove away in front of the three people.
The tires rolled over the fallen leaves on the ground, making a crunching sound.
Ye Wangchuan waited for Sai Lan's car to drive away, then slowly released the girl's hand, turned back and asked Qiao Nian with deep and focused eyes: "Are you okay? Does your hand hurt?"
Qiao Nian looked at his pale face, his swollen left cheek, and his tense muscles. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"leaf… "
Before she could finish her words, someone grabbed her hand again and held her in a hug.
A hoarse voice of a man came from above my head.
"Let me hold you for a moment."
Qiao Nian stopped pushing the hand that was originally against his chest and placed her hands in his arms. Every movement was enveloped by the scent of qingtan surrounding him.
Until my senses are overwhelmed.
The setting sun in the evening swept over his side, turning his outline into a silhouette. All the heart-pounding gentleness, calmness and dignity around him were swallowed up by the darkness.
He seemed to be dragged into the endless darkness by the shadow...
Qiao Nian's heart felt as if it was being tugged hard by a huge hand, as if it was about to jump out at any moment.
She raised her hands, hugged the man who buried his head and rested his chin on her neck, and felt his breath spraying on her neck.
He raised his hand and gently patted him on the back twice, just like coaxing a child.
"Ye Wangchuan, it's okay."
"Um."
Qiao Nian heard a dull reply. He didn't know how much longer it had been.
Her arm was almost numb.
The man who had been hugging her finally raised his head from her neck, loosened his hands that were around her waist, regained his composure, and raised his hand to touch her face.
"I… "
"Stop." Qiao Nian rubbed his sore arm, frowned slightly, and said with bright eyes: "What's in the past is in the past."
Ye Wangchuan's ink-black eyes held a faint, warm smile, and he raised the corners of his mouth: "Yeah."
Qiao Nian subconsciously tried to pull up his cap, but his hand touched nothing. He put it down awkwardly, coughed, and said to him, "I'll tell you something when I get back."
"good."
Ye Wangchuan seemed to have just been an illusion before, and returned to his normal state: "Let's go back first."
They acted as if nothing had happened and completely ignored Bori who was watching the whole process.
Bo Rui watched the two people walking towards the car one after the other, his expression complicated beyond words. He was so confused and tangled that he didn't know whether he should follow them.
He had a sixth sense that something was not right between the two of them, but at that time Bo Rui could still convince himself that it was normal for two 'men' to pull and touch each other's bodies.
But even if he had never thought that two 'men' would develop an unusual friendship, the ambiguity in the hug just now was too obvious.
How could two 'men'...
What about David's sister
Borui took a deep breath and looked at the backs of the two people with a complicated and trembling gaze. The long shock reshaped his three views.
After thinking for a while, I followed him.
**
When we got back to the hotel, Borui went back first.
He also wanted to visit Adam.
Qiao Nian returned to the suite, placed the docking pistol he carried with him on the table, raised his legs and sat down on the edge of the sofa, raising his eyelids.
She crossed her arms nonchalantly and said to Ye Wangchuan, "I put a bug on the person she brought."