Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

The name Gu Jinchen will always exist in her heart, but it is no longer her only one.

She leaned against the fence and her eyes fell on the high-rise building opposite. The flashing neon lights rendered the night of Jiangcheng colorful.

"There is nothing to let go, what can't let go, those are already gone." Her eyes became blurred, "Each of us will experience some life that you don't want to experience, and some people will follow your life. Passing by, if everything is going to be persistent, wouldn't it be tiring?

She chuckled softly, brushing the wind-blown hair on her face, and continued: "Everything in the past will be washed away by time, and the true love that has been desperately pursued will also become dull, and finally only exists. In the fresh memory, there is no longer the blood of youth."

After listening to her words, Ji Jinchuan was silent. After a while, she mocked her lips and felt that she had lived in vain for 28 years and experienced so many ups and downs in the mall, but she was not yet there. Think thoroughly and see clearly.

The two unknowingly walked to the pier, looking at the colorful flashes across the riverbank, and their hearts were actually calm.

Ji Jinchuan looked sideways at the woman next to her. She was closing her eyes and doing a deep-sucking action, as if she was trying her best to feel the customs and customs of Jiangcheng.

The small face with a big slap is covered by the messy hair, and the lower jaw is slightly pointed, and the outline of the side face is quiet and quiet.

His coat was a little big, and she wasn't fit properly. She was even more slim and petite, and her weak wind seemed to blow her away like a gust of wind.

He glanced back and looked at Jiang Nian: "I suddenly wondered, how did you survive in California alone?"

Shen Youran was not stunned and annoyed. Instead, she was amused by his words. She laughed out loud and humorously put out her tongue: "My limbs are healthy, why can't I survive?"

When she laughed, her eyes became clearer and brighter, as if full of stars, and even the stars in the sky were a bit dark.

Xu was infected by her, and Ji Jinchuan's lips were ticked silently. The thin lips overflowed with faint words, with a bit of drunk and sexy: "Is it difficult to boil?"

His tone seemed to be somewhat melancholy, and Shen Youran couldn't help but leaned his head to look at him, his eyes suspicious: "Have you also experienced it?"

Ji Jinchuan didn't speak. He kept looking at the misty river. On this quiet night, the wind blew in his ears.

Shen Youran was a wise man, and he didn't ask any more. He bent his elbows on the fence, resting his jaw in his palm, and looked at the hundred lights across the river bank.

After a while, Ji Jinchuan's eyesight faded away gradually, regaining his usual coldness and indifference: "It should be almost, go back."

He took the lead, Shen Youran trot to follow, the two returned on the circuit, Xiao Cheng had repaired the car, and was taking out his mobile phone to call them.

It was more than eleven o'clock in the evening to return to the hotel. Shen Youran fell asleep after taking a bath.

In the presidential suite, Ji Jinchuan stood on the balcony and looked at the river. His left hand was inserted into his trousers pocket, and his right hand was holding a goblet. The balcony lights were faint and the wine in the glass was slightly yellow.

At night, his deep eyes grew deeper and deeper, like an eagle falcon in the dark, with a slightly imperceptible melancholy between his brows.

In his mind, he recalled the words that Shen Youran said on the riverside for no reason, and remembered her relaxed expression after that.