A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

Investigate? How to investigate? Xu Ningsheng just smiled lightly. There was no trace on his calm face

"Don't worry, I won't." Xu Ningsheng said, of course, he wants to investigate, but he has no such ability. Who is Jin Beisen? He is not his opponent at all.

"It's not early. I'll go back first. How do you rest?" Jin Shuwen sighed deeply. These things are really messy. Her head is aching.

"Well, Wen Wen, don't think about it, just let it go with you." Xu Ningsheng said in a low voice, which is like the strings of a cello, very steady.

Jin Shuwen turned her eyes and was in a trance. If we can only describe him in four words, it's the clean temperament of Xu Ningsheng, which is hard to dislike.

Unconsciously, Jin Shuwen giggled and thought, I guess I still like him.

Famous city garden.

Zhou Manchun was tired all day. He fell down on the bed tired. Next to the pillow, a white man's shirt was folded neatly. That shirt is Jin Beisen's, and now it's her pajama.

Pick up the shirt that has touched her body fragrance. Zhou Manchun puts the white shirt on her cheek and gently pastes it with her face, just like hugging Jin Beisen. The soft fabric makes Zhou Manchun relax and close her eyes.

This is the only thing she took away from 520 Haibin road. There are too many shirts in Jin Beisen's wardrobe. She thought that he would not find that he stole his shirt.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Yu Yina, who had just taken a bath in the bathroom, saw Zhou Manchun sticking her shirt on her face, and she was puzzled.

Zhou Manchun was stupefied for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "Nothing, Nana. I'll take a bath first."

"Well, hurry up." Yu Yina walked towards the bed with a smile.

Zhou Manchun quickly took his shirt, jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

520 Haibin road.

Around 8:30, Jin Beisen came home. He was so upset that he couldn't calm down to concentrate on his work. After reading a few documents, he felt a headache. He had better go home early to have a rest.

Wang Ma took a lot of washed clothes and sent them to Jin Beisen's room. When she saw that Jin Beisen's tie was not loose, she fell tired on the bed. She thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "president Jin, what's wrong with you?"

"No, Mrs. Wang. Go to have a rest earlier." Jin Beisen opened his eyes and saw that Wang Ma had taken up his clothes and the skirt Zhou Manchun had worn. His eyes seemed to be locked by something. He was quiet, motionless and thoughtful.

"I'll put these clothes away and go." Mrs. Wang smiled amiably. This is her job. She can't be lazy.

"No, I'll do it." Jin Beisen looked at Zhou Manchun's skirt closely and said in a low voice.

Wang Ma took a look at Jin Beisen's face and immediately understood. She quickly put the pile of clothes on the bed and said with a smile, "OK, I'll go first."

As soon as Mrs. Wang left, Jin Beisen picked up Zhou Manchun's skirt at the back of her feet, and then, together with her own clothes and trousers, she took it up and walked into the luxurious cloakroom.

Jin Beisen's clothes are always being sorted out by servants. After Zhou Manchun came, Zhou Manchun was always sorting out. Zhou Manchun is a clean person who always cleans the closet. Every time Jin Beisen opens the door of the closet, he will put up a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Take out the coat hanger, Jin Beisen hang his shirt and put it in, but suddenly find something wrong. Why is the white shirt next to his light blue shirt missing? He knows every one of the clothes in the wardrobe. Last month, Jin Beisen sent someone to buy 32 shirts. Jin Beisen counted them. In addition to the clothes he wears today, there are only thirty-one. One is missing. Where have you been?

Jin Beisen's shirts are all made by hand with high price. Each one costs thousands, some even tens of thousands. Jin Beisen has a good memory. The clothes he wears are unforgettable.

There is a white shirt missing in the wardrobe. Jin Beisen squints his eyes and thinks about it carefully. Then he takes a few steps to open the closet next door. There are all kinds of women's clothes hanging here. Jin Beisen takes a look at it. Zhou Manchun doesn't take a skirt away. She doesn't take anything but her own shirt?

At first, Jin Beisen was not sure. Later, he immediately took out his mobile phone and went through the monitoring at home. In the monitoring screen, Zhou Manchun actually took his shirt. In this scene, Jin Beisen took a screenshot, and a meaningful bad smile was raised at the corner of his mouth. His eyes closed the closet door.

In this case, he has to go and get the shirt back and return it to the owner.

In fact, Jin Beisen just wanted to find an excuse to see Zhou Manchun. He was a man of action. He just got home and drove away soon.

When we arrived at the famous city garden, Jin Beisen called Zhou Manchun. It was only half past nine.

Zhou Manchun hung up for the first time and didn't answer. She was a little flustered when she saw Jin Beisen's number.

Jin Beisen immediately made a second call to her. Zhou Manchun looked at the flashing mobile phone in his hand and hesitated to answer it. Somehow, his brain was out of control and he pressed the answer key decisively.

After holding his breath for three seconds, Zhou Manchun said expressionless, "hello."

"I'm downstairs now. What did you take away? Take it down and return it to the owner." Jin Beisen's eyes tightly locked Zhou Manchun's room. The curtains were tightly drawn. He could not see anything, but through the gap of the curtains, he saw the lights inside.

Zhou Manchun's heart "clucking" missed half a beat, his face was slightly red, and his voice trembled and said, "what do I take for you?"

"Don't be silly, where's my shirt?" Jin Beisen's long fingers are holding the steering wheel, and the corners of his mouth are sinister.

"How do I know about your shirt?" Zhou Manchun didn't know that the room was also equipped with a monitor. She tightly held her white shirt. She thought to herself, how did Jin Beisen find out that she had taken one of these shirts?

"I've seen the surveillance. Do you want me to send you pictures to show you the evidence?" Jin Beisen, with a slight look, asked in a reverse voice. He knew that Zhou Manchun would not easily admit it.

Zhou Manchun was silent at the other end of the phone for three seconds, holding his breath and saying, "I've soiled your shirt, and I've already thrown it away."

"It looks like You're pushing me up. " Jin Beisen's cold words with the threat of arrogance, a slight hook in the corner of his mouth, said unkindly.