Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

It was these few seconds of hesitation that made Qin Shu chuckle and end the topic.

Gong Hongxu felt a bit embarrassed after realizing it.

He bit the bullet and said, "You deliberately said this to persuade me to give up because of Xin Yu? You still have him in your heart?"

"It has nothing to do with Xin Yu. I rejected him and you too. I don't like you both!"

Having said that, she really didn't want to spend more time talking with Gong Hongxu, so she turned around and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Behind him, Gong Hongxu asked persistently:

"Then who do you like? Could it be the one named Chu just now?"

The smile on Qin Shu's face stiffened slightly.

Chu Linchen...that's right, he is the only constant choice in her life.

"I'm not interested in a man whose wife died."

Saying this in an indifferent tone, she quickened her pace of leaving.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he put down the orange juice in his hand, put his hands on the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror.

There was a faint trace of unconcealed panic on the face of the stunning Qingcheng.

No matter how many times she looks at Yuan Luoli's face that doesn't belong to her, she still feels strange!

Qin Shu subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek.

At this time, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

A slender figure rushed in quickly, and locked the door with his backhand!

Qin Shu looked at the person, and his first reaction was——

Press the signal shield button of the watch!

Chu Linchen didn't pay attention to her subtle actions.

His deep and sharp eyes resembled those of a hunter.

And she was his prey!

"Mr. Chu? This is the women's restroom, don't you..." Wrong way.

Words, not finished.

The man came in front of her with big strides, Qin Shu turned around and met him squarely.

The distance between each other should not exceed twenty centimeters.

His height of 1.8 meters nine, domineering aura, full of oppression.

It was precisely because of his understanding that Qin Shu's heart trembled involuntarily and he became nervous.

Chu Linchen, this is... what do you want?

"Talk alone."

His unique deep and magnetic voice overflowed from his lips, calling out her name word by word: "Yuan, Luo, Li?"

Qin Shu calmed himself down, raised his hand in front of him, "Mr. Chu, why do you have to talk here, and... are you getting too close?"

"It's better to be closer."

Qin Shu was a little overwhelmed by him, "Uh, what do you feel..."

"The breath of my dead wife."

Chu Linchen suddenly leaned over, so close that she could feel his breath against her ears.

Hearing his words, Qin Shu's heart skipped a beat, and on the surface he tried to remain calm: "Mr. Chu, I'm a living person!"

"Yes, so I need further verification."

He did not object.

After the words fell, Qin Shu's neck itched, and then it was empty.

The black silk scarf tied around her neck was grabbed by him.

Chu Lin's deep gaze was fixed on the silver necklace.