C122 (1/2)

Between Xin Nianyin and Gu Yingming, they really needed an opportunity to have a good talk.

”Young madam, I don't want to know what happened between you and the third young master, but please understand that the third young master is the belief of many people in the company.”

Pei Zi Yun spoke quietly. Xin Xinyin was a smart person, and the good thing about dealing with smart people was that she understood everything.

Xin Nianyin had never expected that someone would use the word 'faith' to describe Gu Yingming. That was how much trust she had in him.

”Mister Pei, I don't understand …”

”Young Madam, you understand, but you don't want to believe that you're really too cruel to Third Young Master.”

Pei Zi Yun was obviously grumbling at himself. After saying that, he drove away quietly, not even sparing Xin Nianyin a glance.

He wanted to see what kind of woman Gu Bo wanted in the huge city of Shanghai, but he had to torture himself like this just for a Xin Nianyin.

Because he was worried about getting killed, Pei Zi Yun's car speed was reduced by half in an hour.

When she got out of the car, her entire body was floating in the air. Luckily, she was supported by Pei Zi Yun in time to avoid falling down.

Following Pei Zi Yun's footsteps, Xin Xinyin arrived at the ninth floor of the Night's Lover. This was a place she was unfamiliar with, and also a place where she entered the world of Gu jie, and got to know a brand-new Gu jie.

”The third young master is inside. Young madam, please be kind to the third young master.” After saying that, Pei Zi Yun looked at Xin Xinyin meaningfully before turning around and leaving.

Xin Nianyin was shocked silly by Pei Zi Yun's words. Why did everyone think that she was the one who caused all this trouble and was not kind?

She was the victim.

Xin Nianyin took a deep breath and slowly closed the door handle. She pushed it open as if she had made a great decision.

”Cough, cough.”

Xin Nianyin coughed a couple of times out of reflex. She didn't do it on purpose. She really couldn't bear it any longer.

Every breath of air in the room smelled of alcohol and tobacco, and those who didn't know it thought the house was on fire.

However, Xin Xuanyin was exceptionally sensitive to these flavors.

”Xin Xinyin?”

Hearing the cough, Gu Qi blurted out her name in a daze.

He was just like that. Even if Xin Nianyin didn't say anything and just stood there amidst the vast crowd, he would still be able to find her.

Even if it was just a cough.

The man on the peak of his heart was so close to her that Gu Qi got up from the sofa without thinking and held her in his arms.

It was unknown whether it was due to the subconscious or the alcohol, but at this moment, Gu Qi was on the verge of breaking down, like a child insolently inhaling the fragrance of Xin Nianyin's body.

Little by little, he pressed the woman in his arms against the tip of his heart.

There was not a single gap between the two of them.

Xin Nianyin was so touched by Gu Jianming's action that her nose was sore. She let him hug her tightly, even though she couldn't catch her breath.

After a long while, Xin Nianyin was afraid that if this continued any longer, she would suffocate to death by Gu Shaozhen's words. She then lightly patted his back, indicating that he should let her go.

”Are you feeling better?”

However, just as she clapped twice, her peripheral vision landed on a painting beside her. Her heart sank, and she felt as if she had broken through a vat of five senses, and all sorts of feelings welled up within her.

Even now, when Xin Nianyin thought of that scene, she couldn't help but blush.

Latin, primitive impulse.