"I’m not tired; I just want to keep looking at you like this." He reached out to tuck her hair back, then touched the bandage on her forehead, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn’t hurt anymore!"
"Do you bla ?" Lu Beichen asked softly, his voice light as if it was drifting away, but the tension in his tone was evident.
Ji Niandong raised her hand to touch his eyes, "Little Uncle, how did we et?"
How did we et?
In November, Paris was desolate on the streets. Lu Beichen had just finished discussing the preliminary matters of a collaboration with the president of FAM Company and was preparing to return to the hotel.
The black Bentley was slowly driving down the street, making the mont feel extrely pleasant and comfortable.
Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, jolting him with surprise. The secretary in the front said, "I’m sorry, Boss, we... we seem to have hit soone!"
Lu Beichen’s expression turned sharp. The secretary was about to open the door to check when a figure in white suddenly climbed up from the ground, rushed over, and got into the car.
The delicate figure was back to him, leaning against the window, looking out. Her silhouette seed to tremble uncontrollably.
Lu Beichen followed her gaze out the window and saw a foreign man lingering at the alley entrance.
A troublemaking woman?!
She seed to have run barefoot for a long ti; the soles of her feet were dirty and battered—extrely disheveled!
"Boss, this..." The secretary was extrely hesitant.
"Get out!" Lu Beichen said calmly; he always disliked strangers getting close, especially such a disheveled, trouble-laden... woman?
The woman, upon hearing this, imdiately turned around and grabbed him, "You are Chinese? Great, you’re Chinese!"
She reached out and grabbed Lu Beichen’s arm, continuously glancing out the window, "Sir, please, save !"
"Let go!" Lu Beichen used his other hand to push the car door.
"You can’t open the door; they’ll definitely kill ! We’re both Chinese, won’t you be rciful and save ?"
Like a startled fawn, the woman clutched his arm tightly to her chest, looking at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Those eyes...?!
Lu Beichen admitted that the first ti he saw her, it was indeed because she resembled Gu Xiyao a bit and it stirred his compassion!
Ji Niandong was equally astonished; she had never seen such a handso man in her life. Every one of his features seed sculpted like exquisite art pieces.
"Let go!" he said coldly.
Ji Niandong ca back to her senses, shook her head with pursed lips, her watery eyes looking pitiful, now nothing like Gu Xiyao!
Suddenly, she hugged his arm even tighter. Through his suit, Lu Beichen could feel the softness in front of him deforming from her exertion against his solid arm.
"Drive!" Lu Beichen ordered nonchalantly. The secretary, surprised for a mont, imdiately locked the car doors, and the car sped away. The group of foreign n rushed out to chase a few steps, then stood in place cursing loudly.
Ji Niandong turned her head to look out the back of the car, only letting out a sigh of relief when she confird the car had left that group far behind, "Thank you, sir, you truly are a good man!"
"Now, can you let go?"
His eyes clearly looked at his arm but seed to inadvertently glance at her chest. Ji Niandong blushed, "Sorry!"
She lowered her head to wipe her face. Under the tangled hair, her small face, though covered in dirt, was actually quite fair and clear.
What on earth is with this woman?!
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