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Wen Xin suddenly shrank in fear. A relationship that she did not wish to have? What about her and him? Was it a crime?

She bit her lip, not wanting to face the question directly. She turned and walked out the door alone.

Leng Jueye turned his head and stared at Duan Yang with warning, "Don't let me see you again, otherwise..."

Even though Duan Yang was in a state of bereavement and insanity, once he touched those eyes, his heart still violently shrank.

Leng Jueye was someone he could never afford to offend.

Zuo Feng went out to comfort the beauty. He walked to the door of a room and stopped Wen Xin, "Miss Wen, I think you should change clothes first! Otherwise, it's not good for you to go out and meet people like this. "

Only now did Wen Xin realise that she was still wearing Leng Jueye's suit. She looked at this considerate young man with gratitude, "Thank you."

Zuo Feng opened up a room and made a welcoming gesture, "In this room, there's a clean shirt in the closet. Go and change it first."

Wen Xin nodded and walked in. Behind him, Zuo Feng shut the door.

Alone in her room, Wen Xin felt that her face was about to bleed. Why would Leng Jueye suddenly appear? Did he just pass by the door and hear her scream?

God! How could this happen?

She felt that her life had already been ruined.

She lowered her head and saw the suit she was wearing. Her petite figure looked like she was wearing a long windbreaker. At the same time, she seemed to have woken up from her stupor as she smelled the warm and refreshing scent of the man. She was aware of the identity of the owner of the outfit.

That was her brother-in-law!

She placed her suit on the sofa and walked into the closet inside. Looking at her half-revealed clothes, half of her shoulder was exposed while the spring dew before her was revealed. Earlier, she leaned on Leng Jueye's chest like this? God! He was going crazy!

How can this be?

Why did Leng Jueye hug her like this? It was as if in that room, she was his woman and Duan Yang was the third person. But the truth clearly showed that she was Duan Yang's girlfriend, and he was the one who didn't invite himself to join the sect.

Wen Xin was really going crazy.

She took out a white shirt from the inside and put it on. Thinking of Duan Yang, her heart ached and was unable to bear it.

After putting on her clothes, Wen Xin picked up the suit on the sofa and went out.

Opening the door, she saw Leng Jueye standing at the doorway, her heart was beating extremely hard for two seconds, she extended her hand and handed the suit to him, "Thank you for your suit."

With that, she prepared to leave.

Leng Jueye rolled up his suit, and suddenly reached out to grab her, "Just say thank you?"

Wen Xin jumped in fright, lowering her head to look at his arm which was tightly clasped, she frantically pushed his hand, "Let go of me."

Leng Jueye let go of his hand, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "You obviously don't want to, but you still foolishly delivered yourself up to his, are you that unaware of your own self-protection?"

Wen Xin stopped, she did not dare look at him, and said sullenly, "This is my own matter, thank you for your concern."

After saying that, she was about to leave again.

"This type of man is really not a man. Hurry up and shake him off." Behind him, a certain man ordered in a domineering tone.

Duan Yang is not a man, what about you? What kind of man are you? Even though the bastard had taken her away for the first time, he had still said it so boldly and righteously. It was truly too much.

Wen Xin turned her face, and anxiously replied: Thank you for today. After saying that, she quickly walked towards the elevator as if she was escaping.

Behind him, Leng Jueye put both his hands into his pockets and pursed his lips in an uninteresting manner. Did this woman think that he was meddling in other people's business?

"Young Master, Miss Wen seems to be scared." Zuo Feng said from behind.

"Find two people and don't let him get away with it. At the very least, I want him to not be able to touch a woman for a month." After Leng Jueye finished speaking, he walked towards the elevator with a gloomy face.

Damn it, I was late, and this woman was dirty.

Behind him, Zuo Feng shrugged his shoulders, his young master's temper seemed to have gotten worse.

However, he was someone who had received orders to do things. If he stayed by his side, even if he didn't use any ruthless methods, he still wouldn't be able to stand firm. It seemed that he could only apologize to Duan Yang.

Wen Xin walked out of the hotel in a sorry state as her phone rang. She thought it was Duan Yang and picked it up to see that it was her mother.

She reached out to pick it up. "Hello, Mom."

"Xiao Xin, don't forget about tonight's party. I'll get the driver to pick you up at 6 o'clock."

"Mom, I'm not interested."

"Little Xin, come on!" Mom has a speech today, just treat it as a show of support for Mom, Mom, to introduce you. "

"Mm, alright then ?" Wen Xin promised helplessly. She planned to walk out of the hotel and stop the taxi before going home.

He waited at the side of the street for two minutes, but he didn't see the taxi. Suddenly, a horn sounded from beside him.

She quickly stood to the side, afraid that she would be blocked.

A black Maybach slowly stopped beside her, and as the car window rolled down, Leng Jueye sat in the driver's seat. His black sunglasses were slightly raised, and he looked at her with an extraordinarily handsome face, "Go, I'll send you there."

Wen Xin really felt that this man was lingering around like a ghost. She quickly waved her hand. "No need, I'll wait for the taxi."

"It just so happens that I have time. Get in the car." Leng Jueye ordered somewhat domineeringly.

Wen Xin looked anxiously towards the road, hoping that a taxi would come to save the situation, but the taxi did not appear. She could only continue to refuse, "There's really no need. You should leave first!"

Leng Jueye persisted, a displeased look appearing on his face, "It's not like I'm going to eat you. You're my wife's big sister, so it's natural for me to gift you this."

Wen Xin's face suddenly turned red. Eat her? Did he see clearly who it was that was flirting with him? Was such words even suitable for him to say when he knew she was his wife's elder sister?

There was no harm in asking him to give it to her. If she refused again, it would seem unkind of her.

She pulled open the passenger seat, sat down, closed the door, and said, "Take me home." Finished, he added another address.

Leng Jueye pressed on the navigation button, the cool body of the car drove forward.

Wen Xin was restless. She looked out the window, hoping that they would pass this distance quickly.

Leng Jueye was obviously not one to chat. He elegantly sat on the driver's seat and steadily grasped the steering wheel.

Wen Xin would glance at him occasionally, only to see that he was handsome and cold, with an unfeeling coldness about him.

She was puzzled once again, why would Xia Ran choose to marry to such a man?

Just as the car came to a stop in front of her house, she impatiently got off the car. She turned around and said her thanks. Who knew that the sportscar arrogantly overtook the two horizontal lines and left like a meteor.

Wen Xin stood there in slight embarrassment for a while, facing the things that had happened today, and even now, she was still a little embarrassed.

When she got home, she took a shower and changed into a comfortable set of clothes before sitting on the sofa.

In her mind, she couldn't help but think of that scene in the hotel, where Leng Jueye had naturally pulled her into his embrace. At that moment, ignoring his identity, she felt a sense of security and protection.

But why did he save her? Even if he saved her, it shouldn't be like this! With his status, it was even more inappropriate.