A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

All of a sudden, a pleasant cell phone ring came, which seemed a bit abrupt in the quiet car. Zhou Manchun turned his cell phone out of his bag. Jin Beisen glanced at her screen through the residual light of his vision, with the note name of Aachen.

Zhou Manchun is holding the phone and hesitates. I don't know whether to answer it. If Jin Beisen suddenly talks, what should I do? Don't understand, Yu Chen will worry about

Just when the phone rang for a while, Zhou Manchun answered.

"Xiaochun, where are you? Did you get off work? It's raining hard outside now. Shall I pick you up? " Yu Chen's anxious voice came from the phone.

"No, Aachen, didn't you say you wanted to have social intercourse? I'm fine. I'm in a friend's car now. Something's going on. " Zhou Manchun's eyelashes drooped slightly, looking out of the window at the pouring rain, knowing for a while and a half that he might not be able to walk.

Jin Beisen came to see her. There must be something to say.

"Friend, which friend?"

"Well Xiaoqi, Aachen, I'm going to get off. I won't talk to you first. " Zhou Manchun glanced at Jin Beisen uneasily and hung up before Yu Chen could respond.

"Why don't you tell him you're with me?" Jin Beisen turned the steering wheel to the right, raised his mouth and asked coldly.

Zhou Manchun is silent and has no answer.

"Is it fear or want of heart?" Jin Beisen's tone was casual and indifferent, but it did not affect the effect at all.

"Jin Beisen!" Zhou manthun said with gnashing teeth, this man is really disgusting!

, as like as two peas ago, I found that you lied and didn't jump. It was exactly the same as it was three years ago. When I lied to you, I said, "I want to go out and distract myself." Jin Beisen stepped on the brake and parked the car in the underground garage of a high-end community.

Turn off the fire, the carriage is silent!

Jin Beisen's eyes are familiar with it, and his voice is calm. "Zhou Manchun, how did you learn to lie in a reasonable way?"

Zhou Manchun suddenly snorted coldly. In her low voice, people couldn't hear her true thoughts. "Speaking of lying, Jin Beisen, is there anyone more powerful than you?"

Jin Beisen didn't answer, but got out of the car. Zhou Manchun didn't dare to stay in the car alone, so he had to follow him out of the car.

But where is this? Zhou Manchun was on the phone when he came, not paying attention.

Take the elevator up the stairs. As soon as the door of the elevator is opened, you will arrive at Jin Beisen's apartment, which is divided into two floors, with a total area of more than 300 square meters.

The cold northern European style of decoration is very similar to Jin Beisen's style. Jin Beisen takes out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then throws a new pair of slippers on the ground.

"No, it's new." He said coolly.

Zhou Manchun takes off the high-heeled shoes. I don't know if the ankle of his right foot is really sprained. At the moment when his foot lands, it hurts. Zhou Manchun frowns and bends to change shoes.

Jin Beisen stood aside and glanced casually at Zhou Manchun. The white T-shirt was tied in a pink A-line skirt. In Jin Beisen's impression, Zhou Manchun especially liked pink. The girl was full of heart. In the wet white T-shirt, she was sexy, crisp, and her chest was looming. She was a hook.

Jin Beisen swears that he didn't mean to peek at this woman's ditch!

Zhou Manchun changed his shoes and raised his head. He happened to see Jin Beisen looking at a potted flower not far away. She turned her head doubtfully. The potted flower was almost dead. What's good-looking about it?

Standing on tiptoe, Zhou Manchun walks slowly towards the sofa. Jin Beisen's eyes unconsciously fall on her ankles. Just now, the woman seems to twist her feet

Jin Beisen, a tall man, took Zhou Manchun forward and held him up horizontally. Leng Yi said lightly: "it's a troublesome woman. She's so stupid that she can sprain her feet when walking."

"I'm not all right!" Zhou Manchun said in a forthright voice.

"Move again, and I'll drop you." Jin Beisen glanced at her, but held her arm tightly. How could he throw it down?

Zhou Manchun remembers that she was molested by a hooligan in a bar four years ago, and Jin Beisen saved the beauty. Afterwards, Jin Beisen asked her if she wanted to repay her. Zhou Manchun didn't like it. As a result, Jin Beisen let go of her hand and threw her to the ground. She almost didn't fall to blossom.

At the thought of this, Zhou mantun tighter around Jin Beisen's neck, for fear that he would let go again.

Jin Beisen looked at her funny, and also thought about the night in the bar. Did the woman go with her.

"Don't worry, I won't let it go this time." His blazing lips were vaguely attached to her ears, and his cold face was full of satire.

Zhou Manchun shrunk and was held in Jin Beisen's arms. She felt uncomfortable. She whispered, "you put me down."

Jin Beisen really put Zhou Manchun down and let her sit on the soft sofa, but he walked to the bedroom with long legs.

Before long, Jin Beisen came out with a medicine chest and two white bathrobes in his hand.

As soon as Zhou Manchun wanted to stand up, he was pushed down by Jin Beisen. "Don't move."

Jin Beisen sat next to Zhou Manchun, bent down, raised her right foot and put it on her own leg. At first, Zhou Manchun was still in conflict. He frowned and said, "what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, I won't eat you. I'm not interested in second-hand goods." Jin Beisen said maliciously, with anger and jealousy between his gloomy eyebrows.

"Who do you say is second-hand?" Zhou Manchun was so angry that he was about to explode.

Jin Beisen put out his hand and pinched her chin with a sneer. "I was wrong You're not second-hand. You're third-hand. "

"Go to hell, you're as clean as you say." Zhou Manchun was completely mad by Jin Beisen, and even more gnashing his teeth.

"Ha ha." Jin Beisen laughs but doesn't speak, sneers.

Although his heart was burning with anger, he still patiently helped Zhou Manchun to see the injury. He turned her right ankle, Zhou Manchun frowned slightly, took a breath of air-conditioning, and said, "it hurts."

Jin Beisen pasted a pair of plaster on her ankle and said coldly: "no fracture, don't make a fuss, just sprain, it will be OK in three days."

"Jin Beisen, I find you are more professional than my doctor." Zhou Manchun has a smile in her eyes. She wants to thank Jin Beisen.

"You pig brain can be a doctor. If the patient doesn't die in your hand, it means that he has a big life. It's right for you not to be a doctor and to accumulate virtue for all the people in the world." Jin Beisen's eyes were cold and sarcastic.

This stupid woman can't even take care of herself. She wants to be a doctor!