Chapter 34 Premier Wen is having a daily episode of illness.
Clumsy tactics.
A hint of disdain rose in Wen Li's eyes, but the next second, his expression changed drastically.
A sharp glint flashed in his dark eyes.
The lingering perfume scent in the air was particularly pungent.
Suddenly, the man understood.
Then, they left the restaurant as quickly as possible.
Inside the private room, Uncle Wen sat with a cigar in his hand and his legs crossed.
"Your nephew really doesn't give you any face!" a busybody said, stirring up trouble.
"What's this about feigning high-mindedness?"
"They might be even more ruthless than anyone else behind the scenes!"
Uncle Wen swung his toes, took a deep drag on his cigar, and slowly exhaled white smoke. "Being too protective of your reputation will make you a target."
The busybody, puzzled, scratched his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
Uncle Wen glanced at it and sneered three times.
The busybody suddenly understood, grasping the meaning in a single sentence, and gave a thumbs up, exclaiming, "Amazing!"
There's no need to know when it was done.
There are plenty of ways to do this.
Having followed them for so long, and finding they were birds of a feather, one could roughly guess what Uncle Wen's expression meant.
Assistant Jin had been waiting in the parking lot, and the moment she saw Wen Li, she sensed something was wrong.
"Mr. Wen, are we going to the hospital?"
"No need," the man said coldly before getting into the back seat.
The silent heat scorched every wisp of air.
The man lowered his eyes, his heart stirred slightly.
The next instant, a weight was placed in his arms.
A slightly cool, delicate fragrance wafted from there, easing the restlessness deep within my heart for a moment.
However, the next second, an even more unbearable feeling came over them.
Wen Li closed her eyes slightly.
Because Wen Li said she wouldn't tell any stories tonight, Song Jinhuan fell asleep early.
For some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.
Did someone cover her face with a pillow and try to murder her?
The thought of this possibility made Song Jinhuan panic.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
I saw Wen Li's face.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but then the force on her arm gave her a bad feeling.
Upon closer inspection.
My back suddenly tensed up.
“Wen…Wen Li…”
The man's eyes were dark and unsettling.
Her still-sleepy voice, with its soft tone and slight nasal quality, eroded the man's remaining rationality.
The next second, her face was pressed into Wen Li's arms.
The powerful beat of a man's heart emanated from within and reached her ears.
Song Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, she wanted to remind Wen Li again.
Let her go.
However, Wen Li spoke first, "Shh~ Don't make a sound."
His voice was husky and grainy, giving the impression that he had been lying in wait for a good opportunity to strike.
Song Jinhuan feared that he was the perfect opportunity.
The corner of the suit was wrinkled.
The girl actually complied with Wen Li's wishes and stopped talking.
The longer the silence lasted, the more Song Jinhuan could feel the force being applied to her arm becoming increasingly out of control.
Wen Li seems to be acting strangely.
Song Jinhuan frowned, remembering the danger the other party had mentioned before, and wanted to see what he looked like.
But all you can see is a perfectly sculpted chin.
Wen Li realized that he had misunderstood.
He thought it would ease the situation a little, but instead it made his situation even worse.
Whether in a dream or in reality.
He needed to distract himself, so he tried to suppress the terrible instinct that was constantly undermining his reason, and asked in a low voice with a smile, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
She didn't dare.
Song Jinhuan winked at him, silently asking, "So you can speak now?"
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