President uncle, don't come close

"Huai Zhe, what's the matter with you?"

Noting that Sheng Huaizhe seemed a little uncomfortable, Lin Jiayin quickly stood up and naturally stretched out her hand to help him press his temple, with worried eyes.

"Nothing."

Sheng Huaizhe pushed her hand away and looked indifferent. If it was in the past, he enjoyed the moment when she helped him massage after every meeting and misunderstanding... But now, he is still the same person, but he doesn't feel like enjoying it any more.

Lin Jiayin's hand was so stiff there, but she soon cleaned up her mood. He put several pieces of Sheng Huaizhe's favorite dishes into his bowl and motioned him to eat something to cushion his stomach first.

"You've just drunk too much wine. Hurry up and eat something. It's estimated that someone will come to propose a toast later."

Ten years ago, Sheng Huaizhe had a bad stomach. Every time he had a meeting too late or drank without eating on important occasions, he would be uncomfortable later. At that time, Lin Jiayin always bought him two bottles of yogurt in advance to drink and cushion his stomach.

Sheng Huaizhe looked at the dishes she put in the bowl and thought of Ling Moqin preparing light porridge for him when he had stomachache... At this time, he suddenly missed the taste of that porridge and felt that there was nothing better in the world.

"President Sheng, can I borrow your partner for a while? I want to ask her to dance. "

Sheng Huaizhe found that after eating something, everyone had begun to dance, and the music didn't know when to change.

Lin Jiayin looked at Sheng Huaizhe with an expectant look on her face, which made him a little uncomfortable. She hoped that Sheng Huaizhe could refuse the man. Her first dance wanted to dance with Sheng Huaizhe

"Of course. Good news, I heard that President Qin dances very well. You have to study hard. "

Sheng Huaizhe glanced at Lin Jiayin, ignored the expectation in her eyes, and agreed to President Qin's invitation.

Lin Jiayin was helpless, sad but helpless. She took a sad look at Sheng Huaizhe, then stood up and danced in the middle of the hall at the invitation of President Qin.

"Finally get on the plane, Qin Mingzheng. When you arrive, you will treat me to a big meal! It is said that the food is in Guangzhou, where there are many delicious food! "

Ling Moqin is a little excited and can fly again. This shows that she is only two or three hours away from the city where Sheng Huaizhe is located. She has even quietly inquired about the hotel where Sheng Huaizhe is staying and plans to pretend to meet by chance.

"If you don't tell me I'm not hungry, I'll have to! You are satisfied! "

Qin Mingzheng was also very happy that he could take off again. After all, it was much better than sitting in a coffee shop all the time. Although it's late, they can have a snack after they arrive in Guangzhou.

"Then I'll sleep and call me when it's time."

The pregnant woman herself is a little sleepy. Although she won't be particularly tired after tossing around all day today, Ling Moqin still feels very sleepy and wants to quietly close her eyes and have a rest.

"Here you are. Go to sleep."

Qin Mingzheng handed her an eye mask and earphone, reached out and naturally trimmed her hair, then turned his head and leaned against the back chair of the seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The plane went smoothly. Ling Moqin, who was a little tired, soon fell asleep. She even had a dream of meeting Sheng Huaizhe again after a long separation and kissing

"Huai Zhe, here you are!"

Since Lin Jiayin danced with President Qin, maybe she was too dazzling tonight. One by one, she was embarrassed to refuse. At that time, she couldn't find the shadow of Sheng Huaizhe. She just clenched her teeth and danced with those partners for several times.

Finally, she found a chance to get away. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and then began to look for Sheng Huaizhe. His mind didn't seem to be at the celebration banquet. The whole person didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why did you come out?"

Sheng Huaizhe put out the smoke in his hand. He didn't smoke before. Since Lin Jiayin left, he began to smoke and drink... Later, his drinking capacity increased, and he won't let himself get drunk when he is sober. Smoke, only when you are bored

He was a little surprised to see Lin Jiayin running out. I just saw her in the dance floor and dealing with everyone. That made him feel so strange

"When did you... Learn to smoke?"

Lin Jiayin was a little surprised. Sheng Huaizhe hated the smell of smoke. This is the first time she saw him smoking, or on such an occasion. The point is that she actually felt that Sheng Huaizhe in front of her was more manly than before

"Are you not used to it? After you left. Not much now. "

Sheng Huaizhe looked at the night outside the terrace and didn't look at Lin Jiayin. Although she learned to smoke after she left, now smoking is not for her, but for another woman who worries him

Lin Jiayin's body trembled. She didn't expect that her departure would hit Sheng Huaizhe so much. Lin Jiahui once said that Sheng Huaizhe didn't even know her for a while... This is Sheng Huaizhe left over from that time. She even thought it was a clear proof that he still loved her.

Slowly approaching Sheng Huaizhe, Lin Jiayin summoned up the courage to hold Sheng Huaizhe from behind. She felt his body stiff. She hugged him harder and refused to let go.

"Huai Zhe, you still love me, don't you? Even smoking is for me. "

Lin Jiayin's voice sounded faintly. She was immersed in her own world. She imagined that Sheng Huaizhe would turn around and hug her and even respond to her... She believed that this time was her opportunity, and she also believed that Sheng Huaizhe would not refuse her at this time.

The blindfold in her hand fell to the ground, but Ling Moqin didn't know... She looked at the pair of people hugging each other not far away, and her heart hurt like a knife.

Just after arriving at the hotel, before she even had time to go to her room to put down her luggage, she took Qin Mingzheng to the hall where Sheng Huaizhe held the celebration banquet... But she didn't expect to see this scene.

The thorn in her heart was always there. She often ignored it when it hurt faintly. Only this time, Sheng Huaizhe met the thorn, and it went deeper. It hurt so much that she wanted to cry

"Qin Mingzheng, tell me it's not true."

Ling Moqin's tears were like broken beads, falling one by one, onto the floor and breaking quietly... She held Qin Mingzheng's hand tightly, and her fingernails even pinched into Qin Mingzheng's palm, but she didn't know it.

Qin Mingzheng looked at the scene not far away, but his mind told him that maybe it was not what Ling Moqin thought. He can see that Sheng Huaizhe's body is resisting. Lin Jiayin hugs Sheng Huaizhe from behind, but Sheng Huaizhe's face is indifferent, and Lin Jiayin's expression is a little strange