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Nani? She stared at him in surprise. He was actually thinking about this.

"No!" "I can't even keep you here. Do you still have the heart to try and seduce other men?"

Song Beichuan was surprised by her answer … This was not something Lin Xiaoqing, who he was familiar with, could say. He gripped her wrist, angry and exasperated but helpless, not knowing what to do next.

He felt as if he were in a fog, and there was nothing he could do about her appearing and disappearing in it.

"Alright, I've lost, I admit defeat," he took a deep breath, and then let it out heavily, "I admit that I care a lot about you doing this, are you satisfied with it? Can you go back to normal? "

Lin Xiaoqing opened her mouth and blinked. She saw that the man in front of her looked distressed because of her, but somehow, she actually held him up … A little warm.

So it wasn't that he didn't care about her, he just didn't know how to express himself.

"Believe me, I'm normal."

"You're crazy! "You think it's normal for you to do this?"

"I just figured something out."

"You have no reason to think things through all at once."

What was certain was that if a person's personality wanted to undergo such a drastic change, they would have to undergo at least a long period of training or experience some sort of unexpected tribulation … But what about her?

No, nothing. She just stood there in the dark one night, dazed, and then... Just like that, he had become a completely different person.

"Beichuan, listen to me," Lin Xiaoqing reached out her hand and touched his angular face. "All the changes I've made were for you, not for some other man. Trust me, okay?"

Her gaze made Song Beichuan at a loss. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind … He believed that a human could possess such acting skills, but the most direct reaction of the body could not be deceived. In the past, she would have pushed away his embrace, avoided his kiss, and rejected his request for love.

Then what about this time?

Thinking of this, he immediately pulled her into his embrace, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. He pulled her close, bent down, and kissed her heavily.

Lin Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment by the sudden kiss. She subconsciously raised her hand to press it against his firm chest, but the message she conveyed was not a rejection, but rather an invitation and a submission. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do as he pleased … He did whatever he wanted and responded enthusiastically.

Her smell made Song Beichuan instantly forget the purpose of this kiss.

Forgetting the test, forgetting his anxiety, his arms tightened, so that his two hot bodies pressed against each other without a gap, he pressed himself against her, kissing her deeply, tossing and turning, begging in her little mouth as if he were attacking a city.

After such a long period of non-sex, he almost believed that he could become a monk, but the embers were still easily burnt into a sea of fire. Instinctively, he slid his big hands under her clothes, and the instant he touched the smooth skin, he couldn't help groaning.

God, he missed her so much!

She did not refuse, she did not reject, he saw the same fire of love burning in her eyes, his reason was instantly destroyed, he forgot this was the living room, instinctively kissed deeper, like a boy in love eager to strip her of her clothes and pull her out of her way.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

But he seemed not to hear her, nibbling at her ear, every inch of skin on her neck.

"Beichuan …" Lin Xiao gasped for breath and pushed his chest, "Your, your phone …" "It's here, it's ringing …"

"It's okay, just ignore it." His voice was hoarse, but he kept on kissing her.

"But …" What if it's something very important to the company... " She closed her eyes and was almost swept up in the flood of love.

He finally woke up and with great difficulty released her. After a full breath, he reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Then he listened for a few seconds and said, "Can we talk tomorrow?"

There was another silence.

"Alright, I'll go over now. Twenty minutes." He hung up and looked up at her. "I'm going to the office."

"Alright, you, you drive carefully …" Yu Yun had not even finished her sentence. Her face was flushed and she looked a little awkward. She lowered her head, unable to look at him, her husband.

How interesting, they were clearly husband and wife, yet they were acting like a young couple who had just fallen in love. He slightly curled the corner of his lips and walked in front of her, smoothing her messy hair.

"I might be a bit late, so you should go to sleep first."

"Yes." She nodded.

He touched her face again, then got out his car keys and went out.

Looking at the closed door, her heart beat wildly, unable to calm down no matter what. His warmth seemed to remain on her skin, making her itch and fidget.

She looked down at her trembling hands. The cold war was over, the invisible wall between her and him had melted, and the rapids of the rocks had finally merged into a great river. She bit her lip, laughing and crying. Did she change her fate? Had she won his heart again?

If it's just a dream, please God don't wake her up …

Song Beichuan naturally didn't look too good when he returned to the company, but it was unlikely for others to see the extent of his anger … However, this confused Han Tong, who knew him the best.

He had always been focused on the company. Moreover, his home didn't give him much warmth. Rather than going home, he would rather sleep in the company for the rest of his life. So why did he now reveal a face that looked like he was being charged with debt?

"What's the matter with you?" she asked.

"Nothing." He took a deep breath, shook his head, and pulled the conversation back to business. "You said on the phone that the client gave us a big case. What kind of case is it?"

Han Tong was stunned. His reaction gave her the feeling of being excluded, but she quickly regained her senses. She coughed lightly twice and retracted that moment of displeasure.

"Do you know this company?"

"I know, continue."

"Next month, they will send in a batch of Lafite's red wine. They want to hold a press conference, and at the press conference, they hope we can invite some reputable food critics to come and take their place on the platform."

"Is this difficult?" Song Beichuan glanced at her doubtfully, and... Why did you have to look for some bullshit food judge? Isn't this company a wine seller? What does this have to do with alcohol? Had he heard wrongly or had she spoken wrongly?