Chapter 165: Cough, Cough He Carried Her
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In Jun Shiling’s eyes currently…
On the golden beach, the blue sea connected to the sky. The beautiful Xia Wanyuan was barefooted, looking down at the beach for shells. The sea breeze lifted the hem of her dress, making her look as beautiful as a butterfly flying.
Jun Shiling, who was supposed to be in a eting, looked up and froze.
In the video conference room, everyone saw that Jun Shiling was silent and his gaze was outside the cara, so they waited quietly for CEO Jun to co back to his senses.
“CEO Jun, are you frozen? I see that you haven’t moved. You need to take a look at this item again.”
Chief Liu of the Wind Control Departnt was an extrely capable and direct man.
Seeing that Jun Shiling was silent, he called out to him in the eting room.
The others in the eting room hurriedly looked as if it had nothing to do with them, but they were cursing in their hearts.
Brother, can’t you tell?!! The blue sky, white clouds, beach waves, one look at this background and I can tell that CEO Jun went out on a date! His eyes are about to overflow with love. One look and I know who he’s looking at. We don’t have to spoil the scenery like this.?
Unexpectedly, Jun Shiling, who had his thoughts snapped back by Minister Liu, did not criticize anyone. Instead, he discussed matters with everyone calmly.
The setting sun gradually sank to the sea level. The fiery red glow dyed the entire sea red. Jun Shiling’s eting was about to end. He raised his head, stretched his neck, and looked at Xia Wanyuan, who was not far away.
Xia Wanyuan squatted on the beach as if she was building sothing. She had been building it here since Jun Shiling had looked at her an hour ago.
Jun Shiling closed his computer and walked over slowly.
Although the sand was easily dispersed, Xia Wanyuan had piled up the rough outline very real. Hence, Jun Shiling could tell at a glance that in front of Xia Wanyuan was a simple palace made of sand.
Looking at the ancient palace, Jun Shiling looked at Xia Wanyuan, who had a hint of sadness on her. His eyes were dark.
“The tide is about to rise. Let’s go back and rest. We’ll return to Beijing tomorrow morning,” Jun Shiling suddenly said after looking at Xia Wanyuan’s palace.
“Okay.” Xia Wanyuan stood up and looked around. Then, she realized sothing bad.
She was not wearing shoes, and the sun had already set. It was half dark. She looked around and could not find where she had placed her shoes in the afternoon.
Recalling the direction where she had just gotten off the helicopter, Xia Wanyuan was about to continue searching when Jun Shiling squatted down beside her.
“Co up.”
“I’ll look for it again. It should be over there.” Xia Wanyuan felt that it was a little strange to keep asking Jun Shiling to carry her.
“Co up. It’s late. Stop looking for it,” Jun Shiling repeated.
“Alright.” Xia Wanyuan was about to get on Jun Shiling’s back when she suddenly rembered sothing. “Wait a minute.”
Xia Wanyuan took a few steps forward and picked up a pile of shells from the beach. “I want to bring this back.”
However, Xia Wanyuan was wearing a dress today and had no pockets.
Jun Shiling glanced at Xia Wanyuan helplessly and pulled open his suit pocket. “Put it in.”
Hence, a custom-made suit that could buy an entire beach was reduced to a tool to store things.
Jun Shiling squatted down. After Xia Wanyuan lay down, he stood up and held her leg as they walked towards the hotel.
In the hazy night, the crisp sound of seashells clinking could be heard from the wind.
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