When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Because Luo Ping was well prepared, the group didn't chat for too long, and the conversation ended with him and Xu Jingqiu exchanging contact information.

Luo Ping stood there, watching Lin Xinran and his group get on the elevator. He didn't look away until the elevator door closed. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked at the contact information of Mr. Lin's special assistant Xu Jingqiu on his phone, and a smile appeared on his lips. He walked out of the hotel with a smile on his face.

The people in several cars outside the hotel looked at his smiling face and felt even more suffocated.

When I first arrived at the Fruit Station for internship, I called everyone I met "senior teacher".

Now, things are really different from the past. When it comes to scrambling for investment, they don’t even give way to those “old and feeble” people, and they just keep rushing forward.

Why don’t we treat them as teachers at this time?

No matter how angry you are or how blocked you are, you still have to work on it.

The group drove back to the company dormitory in silence, waiting to continue their stakeout the next morning.

Lin Xinran returned to her hotel floor. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a man leaning against the wall at the door of her room not far away.

The man was tall and wore a tailor-made suit with a string of Buddhist beads on his right wrist. His suit jacket was casually unbuttoned and two buttons on his shirt collar were undone, revealing his muscular chest muscles.

The strands of hair on his forehead fell naturally as he lowered his head slightly, blocking his vision. His whole temperament exuded a cold and unfathomable aura. His profile was angular and his right hand was casually in his pocket, adding a bit of laziness.

Lin Xinran paused, tilted her head, and her eyes fell on his face.

The man noticed her gaze, turned his head to look at her, raised his hand and waved at her, his voice lazy and low: "Come here."

"How did you come?"

Lin Xinran was a little surprised, smiled and walked towards him.

Fu Sicheng raised his hands and hugged her waist. He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He smelled the faint floral scent on her body, squinted his eyes, and inexplicably sounded a little aggrieved: "Why did you come back just now?"

I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his deep, magnetic voice in my ears, and I felt half of my body going numb.

"I went out to eat, and we talked about some things on the way back."

Lin Xinran said softly, raising her hand and touching his head.

"What's the matter? Who are you talking to? A man or a woman?"

Fu Sicheng hugged her waist tightly, turned his head and kissed her delicate earlobe, and whispered: "I have delivered myself to your door, but you are still thinking about discussing work with other men."

"I didn't know you were here."

Lin Xinran patted his back soothingly, took out the room card and opened the door.

Fu Sicheng took her hand and walked into the room.

"I'll live with you."

As he spoke, he sat on the sofa in front of the French window, his long legs stretched out casually, his chin supported, and his deep black eyes looked at her without blinking.

Lin Xinran:?

So this was prepared in advance?

Before I knew it, the moon rose.

A warm light lit up in the living room of the hotel room. The light was relatively small, illuminating only a part of the table. The residual light spread to the sofa, adding a vague and ambiguous atmosphere.

On the pale white marble table were placed some exquisite pastries and plates of fresh fruits. The fruits were cut into small pieces of uniform size and placed on the plates with forks beside them.

There was a bottle of Romanee-Conti wine in the ice bucket on the other side of the table. The butler took the wine skillfully and poured it into the two high-heeled glasses in front of him.

Then he quietly left the room and closed the door considerately.

Lin Xinran picked up the wine glass and handed it to Fu Sicheng.

Fu Sicheng reached out to take it, but his eyes inexplicably avoided looking at her. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolling.

Lin Xinran was wearing a casual light blue suspender short dress. She sat on the sofa, leaned over to pick up the wine glass. The butterfly bones on her back were faintly visible with her movements. The lines of her arms were slender and graceful. She tilted her head back and took a sip of red wine.

Fu Sicheng's deep black eyes looked at her fair and slender neck. His Adam's apple moved slightly and he looked away again. He swirled the red wine in the glass casually and took another sip.

The sky seems particularly beautiful tonight. The stars are twinkling in the sky and the moon is hanging in the sky. The bright and clear moonlight casts a soft light on the earth.

The city is brightly lit, tall buildings not far away are glowing, vehicles are coming and going on the streets, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows is very broad. You can see the twinkling stars as well as the endless stream of vehicles passing by downstairs.

Fu Sicheng had taken off his suit jacket at some point, his shirt collar was slightly open, his long legs were casually draped over one leg, and he was looking at the person next to him.

Lin Xinran leaned on the sofa beside him, propped up her head, and met his gaze.

The living room of the hotel suite was very quiet, so the breathing of the two people was particularly clear.

Fu Sicheng's eyes seemed to be out of control and fell on her tender pink lips that were shining after she had just drunk red wine. He felt a little dry in his mouth for some reason, and lowered his eyes slightly, no longer looking at her.

The tips of his ears turned red involuntarily under his broken hair.

Lin Xinran's eyebrows moved slightly, she put down the wine glass in her hand, leaned against him, tilted her head, met his gaze, and gently stroked his handsome cheek with her fingers, landing on his shoulder. Her peach blossom eyes sparkled, her eyes were smiling, and her voice was soft: "Do you... want to try it?"

Fu Sicheng was slightly startled, his voice became a little hoarse without knowing when: "Try what?"

"Just try what you...just wanted to do."

Lin Xinran moved closer to him again, gently stroked his lips with her slender white fingers, and looked up at him.

Fu Sicheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes darkened, and he raised his hands to hold her waist, applying a little force, and her body pressed tightly against him.

Feeling her soft body, he was stunned again for a moment, the tips of his ears became more obviously red. Looking into her clear eyes, he licked his lips subconsciously, but did not move for a long time.

He clearly felt his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier, and the speed slightly increased. He said in a hoarse voice: "Close your eyes."

Lin Xinran raised her eyebrows, stroked his shoulder, raised the corners of her mouth, and the smile in her eyes became more obvious: "Why?"

Fu Sicheng narrowed his eyes, and his usually stern face actually flushed: "I'm going to kiss you on the lips, but you have to close your eyes."

The atmosphere in the living room seemed to become more ambiguous. She seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat faintly, and the temperature of the palm of the hand on her waist was slowly rising.

She looked up at him, put her arms around his neck, and slowly closed her eyes.