A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

"You put me down. I can't walk without legs. Why hug me when I can't move?" Zhou mantun murmured in a low voice. There was a little resentment in her voice. She just had enough to eat. Jin Beisen didn't even give her the chance to go down. It was destined to kill her!

"I just like to hold you. What? Do you know you should lose weight when you get fat? " Jin Beisen straightens his back and suddenly looses his hand holding Zhou Manchun. He gently throws Zhou Manchun up and then catches him steadily.

Zhou Manchun grabbed Jin Beisen's shirt collar in fright, his face was slightly red, and his face was obviously frightened, "what are you doing?"

On the balcony, the moonlight is sparse, mottled on her slightly drooping eyelashes, the beautiful eyes are like the stars in the sky, twinkling.

Jin Beisen leaned over his lips and kissed Zhou Manchun on his cheek. The warm summer night wind blew, which made Jin Beisen's heart wander. Looking at the woman in front of him, he unconsciously smiled.

Zhou Manchun frowned a little and pushed him away.

Jin Beisen holds Zhou Manchun and sits on the soft reclining chair. He wraps his hands around her waist and lets her sit on her own legs. His chin is against her neck socket and he spits vaguely.

Zhou Manchun's whole body seemed to be passing through by a current, crispy and numb. She quickly rose from Jin Beisen's leg, took two steps, and lay on the next reclining chair.

The evening wind moved gently, and the night was like a gorgeous blanket. The stars were overwhelming. Zhou Manchun did not move to look at the sky and the stars, but there was an unspeakable sadness in his heart.

The atmosphere on the balcony was very quiet. Neither of them spoke, but Jin Beisen was lying on his side. His deep eyes were staring at Zhou Manchun closely, thinking about what the woman was doing?

"I just had a dream." Zhou Manchun's soft voice came into Jin Beisen's ear, like a warm wind. Just hearing her voice, Jin Beisen felt very comfortable.

"What did you dream of?" Jin Beisen's shirt neckline is slightly open, showing a large sexy chest. He is like an 18th century aristocrat, half lazy, half luxurious.

"I dreamed of Siming song." Zhou Manchun looks gloomy, and suddenly turns to see Jin Beisen. She knows that Jin Beisen must know why Shi Mingge died.

Zhou Manchun even suspected that the death of Shi Mingge was related to Jin Beisen.

Jin Beisen's face sank. He sneered and stared at her. He understood the suspicion in Zhou Manchun's eyes and said with a smile: "do you think this matter has something to do with me?"

The woman curled up in the reclining chair nodded, but her eyes were full of conviction.

Jin Beisen was disappointed. Shi Mingge knew that he had committed suicide. But the reason why Jin Beisen committed suicide was not announced to the public. Many people could guess that it was just two reasons. "Can you tell me?" Zhou man's pure thin lips move gently, the sound line is very cold.

Jin Beisen is a man with a deep city. He hasn't seen him for three years. Zhou Manchun thinks that she can't understand him any more. He is bright and beautiful on the surface and loved by everyone. But the darkness behind him and the depth left after the baptism of time are beyond Zhou Manchun's comprehension.

"What if I said I didn't do it? Do you believe it? " Jin Beisen chuckled. He felt that he deserved it. He was able to walk with women in the mall. When did he become so depressed? In front of Zhou Manchun, he really put away all his indifference.

However, the woman still didn't understand his mind, perhaps because there were too many misunderstandings between them, which could not be solved overnight.

Zhou Manchun looked at him with half a doubt. She didn't know how Jin Beisen had lived in the past three years.

A car accident took Zhou Manchun away from him, which almost subverted his life. A week after Zhou Manchun left, a message came from the Swiss hospital that Jin Yumo's heart stopped suddenly and he might not be able to save it. Jin Beisen was in a hurry and went crazy. He arrived in Switzerland overnight.

At that time, the funeral of Shi Mingge's family was just over. Shi Huiqian didn't understand why her son was still in the mood to fly to Switzerland. In the next two years, he would fly there for three or four days every month. Shi Huiqian was puzzled. She once scolded Jin Beisen. Jin Beisen didn't say anything but silently endured all this.

Jin Beisen stood alone in the long corridor corridor corridor until dawn. He watched the helpless Jin Yu desert in the incubator. His whole body was filled with pipes, which was very painful. He watched Jin Yu desert day and night, and witnessed the doctor rescue him from the ghost gate.

Within six months of Zhou Manchun's departure, it was the most painful day of Jin Beisen's life. In just six months, he lost more than 20 jin. His high-intensity work and concern about Jin Yumo's illness almost destroyed him.

Six months later, Jin Yumo ' At the first sight, Jin Beisen was deeply attracted by him. She was very fond of Jin Beisen. She took Jin Beisen to visit sisquoc. After wearing his lips, Jin Beisen asked sisquoc to come out of the mountain to cure Jin Yu desert.

Jin Beisen, who runs at both ends of a city and Switzerland all the year round, is finally tired after one year. He is seriously ill. His irregular work and diet make him suffer from gastric ulcer. He has been lying in the hospital for more than half a month. In that half a month, he is in Switzerland. Yao Huanyu takes care of him.

Yao Huanyu is one year older than Zhou Manchun. She is Wensi Yu's junior sister. Zhou Manchun also heard her name, that is, she doesn't know her name. Medical school is so big. Besides, they are not the same class, and they are not the same professor's students, so the probability of knowing her is even smaller.

This is how Jin Beisen went up against the current and survived. Now Jin Yumo is so healthy. I really want to thank Yao Huanyu.

Zhou Manchun lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at Jin Beisen, who was not far away from him. His eyes were still as deep as before, even more sharp than before, but they had already been covered with a layer of profound and vicissitudes.