C8 (2/2)

The bodyguards did not dare to be negligent as they hurriedly sat away, leaving some distance between them.

”What is it today?”

Lu Ye Chen's voice was shockingly cold, the bodyguards tensed up and braced themselves as they said, ”Old sir, we've already arranged for young master to meet with Miss Han.”

”Not going. Take me home. I don't want to say it a second time. ”

Lu Ye Chen said lightly. None of the bodyguards dared to refute him, as they did not dare to provoke the young master's temper.

He sat in the soft chair, his fingers dancing lightly on the screen of his cell phone.

Lu Ye Chen was also in the WeChat group that Cheng Lang had created. In fact, before he went to pick up Miss Gu, Cheng Lang had bored him into the WeChat group as well.

At this moment, Lu Ye Chen looked at the series of conversations that he had with Yuki the Ripper. The girl had called out such a bloody nickname, yet her portrait was still that of a lazy and adorable kitten, the difference being obvious.

Originally, Lu Ye Chen's gaze was stern and deep, but the cold aura had gradually faded now.

Because he was not a good friend, he could only see Miss Gu's five Moments when he clicked.

Three of them were her selfie, and like all young women she liked to take selfie pictures, with cute expressions and POSS looks, which made her look likeable.

The other accompanying photo was a few dishes. It looked very ordinary and from a visual perspective, it did not look good.

The accompanying words read: 'Not bad knife skills, not bad culinary skills. The days when I was kicked out of the house were so bitter. I will make a meal out of my coarse tea.' (Previous Chapter | Next Chapter) crying face) '

The last one, however, is a simple sentence without a drawing, 'Strangely enough, I've never seen a more beautiful eye than that, like dark amber.

After looking through the last circle of friends in the Miss Gu, Lu Ye Chen suddenly raised his eyes and slightly shifted his gaze to the side just in time to look at the window.

He pressed the screen of his black mobile and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes lightly, hiding the deep, dark look in his eyes.

… ….

When Miss Gu woke up, it was already the morning of the second day.

Because he was dead drunk, he slept very early and woke up very early. The sky had just begun to brighten.

She walked out onto the balcony. Even though it was a summer morning, the wind was still cold. The wind pulled at her outer garment as she stared into the white light of the sky. She took a few deep breaths and did two stretching exercises.

Miss Gu frowned, although she did remember some parts of it, she did not remember it to be particularly obvious.

However, the scattered memories were like fragmented pieces that were gradually pieced together.

How was he trying to count his strengths against Lu Ye Chen's, why was he begging for help, asking him why he didn't want her, how he was supported by Cheng Lang's arms? Then, he said that he wasn't Wang Baochuan, and blamed Cheng Lang for being such a hateful person … These segments were gradually combined together.

Miss Gu's expression turned uglier and uglier.

He had lost all his face.

As he cleared his mind, the white fish belly in the sky finally lit up with a golden light. The sun was rising in the east. Her heart, however, sank to the bottom.

A feeling of self-abandonment slowly rose from within his heart.