Chapter 1072 Mr. Qi's Clingy Wife 1
When Song Jinhuan was conscious, she only managed to hear the words "The surgery is paused, I'll take over" before she was plunged into a long period of darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a private room decorated in a Chinese style.
A dozen or so people at the dining table are playing the art of language.
"Host, let me just say a few words. The host in this plane is on the verge of death, and you can only exist in the form of a soul now."
"The male protagonist, Qi Lu, cannot be more than ten steps away from him. The aura of the chosen one can nourish the soul. If you go more than ten steps away, there is a risk of your soul being scattered."
"The host is in a special situation right now and cannot handle a lot of background information. Qi Lu, who has malfunctioned, has a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder and is extremely indifferent to everything around him."
"Emotional progress: -20".
"Host, keep going. To avoid burdening you, I will not appear again until your soul returns to its place."
Sanjin came and went in a hurry, not giving Song Jinhuan a chance to speak at all.
After finishing the call, he cut off contact with Song Jinhuan.
The feeling of being in a soul form was all too familiar; I floated lightly, and even when my feet touched the ground, it felt exceptionally light.
You can't be more than ten steps away from the male lead. Where is the male lead?
Song Jinhuan's gaze swept around the private room before she nimbly jumped onto the glass fish tank.
This place is great; it has a wide view, and you can see most of the faces on the table.
Song Jinhuan took a deep breath. It smells so good!
These people were so busy talking that they didn't even pick up their chopsticks.
I wish she were one of the people at the table.
Suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open, and the conversation immediately quieted down.
Song Jinhuan's swaying feet slowly stopped; it was Qi Lü.
She couldn't help but raise her hand and wave, greeting the other person: "Hi~"
A man in a sharp suit walked in calmly, and paused almost imperceptibly as he passed the glass fish tank.
He then walked past without looking to the side.
Song Jinhuan couldn't hide her disappointment; no one could see her, not even the male lead.
How can I complete the quest if I can't even see her?
No one even knew she existed.
Just as she sighed, her body involuntarily fell to the ground, following closely behind the man in the suit.
“Mr. Qi, we just happened to be talking about township planning, specifically the benefits of old village renovation… Nowadays, with tight finances, many people are unwilling to even sign the consent form.” The speaker was a man in his forties or fifties, his brow furrowed, looking worried.
If you don't meet the targets set by the higher-ups, you can forget about having a good time.
Her slender, bony fingers casually stroked the raised ridges on the bamboo cup, her short hair, parted in a neat three-seven split, was meticulously styled.
She possessed a noble and aloof temperament, with a pine-like figure and crane-like bones.
He took a small sip of tea to moisten his throat before saying calmly, "Take a thorough investigation to see if the benefits and resettlement provisions that are due to the people are truly being delivered."
Everyone present was shrewd, and upon hearing this, they immediately understood.
"Has someone taken advantage of the people?"
"Goodness! I knew it! With such generous benefits this time, how could there still be so many dissenting voices!"
At the dining table, a cacophony of voices mingled together.
Song Jinhuan found that the closer she was to Qi Lu, the more comfortable she felt. She couldn't help but lean against the back of his chair, but accidentally knocked off his suit jacket.
She quickly took two steps back, staring at her hands in surprise.
It feels like you can touch the actual object?
Qi Lu noticed his coat had fallen to the ground, and his brow twitched violently.
Then, turning to the side, he caught a glimpse of a pair of shapely, slender legs out of the corner of his eye.
He lowered his eyelids and hung his coat back on the chair.
Water was poured back into the bamboo-shaped cup.
The man took a small sip, suppressing the sudden restlessness in his heart, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.
Those legs are beautiful.
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