Chapter 115 I'll take you back.
Xie Ling didn't say anything.
His fingers stroked the gold-stamped business card, and his lips curved into a curve.
Seeing this, Huang Shishen began to sweat profusely on his forehead. He couldn't understand what was wrong with this young lady.
Mr. Chen is fine, isn't she happy?
It seems that it is not easy to climb up the high branches.
"Miss Xie..."
Huang Shishen's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice unconsciously softened as he repeated, "If you need anything else, you can contact me at any time."
Then, he added cautiously, "This is my personal phone number. Someone will answer it 24 hours a day."
Xie Ling put the business card into her handbag.
The metal buckle clicked shut. She raised her eyes and said nothing, but a soft "hmm." "I understand."
…
Los Angeles.
In a Chinese-style courtyard, sandalwood incense is wafting in the air and gauze curtains are hanging lightly.
Huang Shishen's fat figure came in from behind the curtain with a smile on his face.
When Chen Fuji saw that it was him, he leaned back in the huanghuali wood chair, his slender fingers casually turning a celadon teacup. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and said in a cold tone, "What's the matter?"
Huang Shishen was afraid that he would get up and leave, so he stepped forward and smiled apologetically, "It's not just me." He lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious, "I also brought someone with me."
Chen Fu Ji searched his mind for past memories.
A small clip about the wedding surfaced. Thinking of the comments about Huang Shishen by people in the circle, he asked indifferently, "Which niece is it this time?"
Huang Shishen laughed dryly twice, bent his waist even lower, and his voice was as greasy as ever, "How could I deserve such a niece?"
As he spoke, he stepped aside and made a "please" gesture.
Behind the veil of the sunset glow, a slender figure can be vaguely seen.
really.
Chen Fu Ji lowered his eyes with a lack of interest, sneering in his heart.
I was really confused. My injuries hadn't healed yet, and I wanted to move to another place for peace and quiet. But now I've moved to Huang Shishen's territory. What serious business could a pimp like him do?
He is really wishful thinking.
He was too lazy to deal with it anymore and just stood up.
The rosewood chair made a slight scratching sound on the floor.
However, just as he was about to leave, that figure slowly walked out from behind the veil.
Behind the veil of the sunset glow, a slender figure can be vaguely seen.
He whispered, "I don't deserve a niece like this."
As he said this, he made a gesture to invite someone in and moved away.
A slender figure appeared behind the veil behind him.
As expected, it was a woman.
As expected, it happened.
Chen Fu Ji lowered his head indifferently, regretting a little that he came here today. His injuries had not yet healed completely, and he came out at this time just to get some peace and quiet, but he actually ran into Huang Shishen.
What else can he do besides being a pimp?
However, just as he was about to leave, that figure slowly walked out from behind the veil.
Huang Shishen retreated tactfully and closed the door behind him.
The room suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
"Chen...Fu Ji."
A soft female voice sounded from behind the curtain.
Chen Fu Ji's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if he was suddenly nailed to the spot.
Xie Ling, dressed in a moon-white cheongsam, stood quietly at the intersection of light and shadow. She had a slender figure, her black hair loosely tied up, highlighting her neck as slender as jade. She stared blankly with a look of worry on her face. "How is your injury?"
Xie Ling's gaze first fell on Chen Fu Ji's chest. She specifically asked the doctor in the hospital where he was injured and even looked at the medical records.
But he seemed to be doing well now.
Chen Fu Ji's eyes suddenly turned cold.
He stared at her solemnly for a long time before speaking in a deep voice, "Does your brother know you're here?"
Xie Ling shook his head.
She had kept her trip to Los Angeles a secret from everyone. Not only her brother, but also her aunt.
They have no reason to know.
Her divorce certificate with Cheng Yu'an will be issued soon.
Recently, my brother has been busy with his engagement, so my aunt is naturally also worried about this big event.
During this period of time, while no one was paying attention to her, she secretly booked a flight to come here.
In fact, before coming here, Xie Ling hadn't thought clearly about why he came here...
All I know is that on that day, Huang Shishen gave her his business card and asked someone to tell her that he knew where Chen Fu Ji lived now and that she could contact him.
Hearing these words, her heart seemed to be lifted up and she was ready to do something.
To be honest, his injury had a lot to do with her, so she should be responsible.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to be stretched infinitely.
Chen Fu Ji's eyes grew colder by the second.
Like a frozen lake in winter.
He stood up suddenly, grabbed the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and turned around with a gust of cold wind, "I'll take you home."
go back--?
Xie Ling was slightly startled. Where to go back to? This question was self-evident.
In the past, she was probably a burden to him, and she would basically come to him to solve various problems. Now, he was seriously injured and probably didn't want to see her.
Chen Fu Ji's voice was low and cold.
His gaze deliberately avoided her face and fell on the carved wooden door in the distance, as if looking at her any longer would cause changes.
As the two passed by——
A slender hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Chen Fu Ji's body suddenly froze and he stopped.
He slowly lowered his head. There was a height difference between them, so he had to lean over to see her face clearly and completely.
Xie Ling looked up at him, her lips bitten until they turned white.
From this perspective.
Chen Fu Ji could clearly see her trembling eyelashes and the thin layer of tears in her eyes.
What is she - crying about?
Xie Ling tugged at the edge of her clothes with her fingers, and the air was filled with the faint scent of jasmine, mixed with her rapid breathing.
"I... won't go back." She spoke with difficulty, and seemed to realize that she was in no position to lose her temper.
Chen Fu Ji's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
His eyes grew darker. He could clearly feel the slight tug at the fabric of his clothes. The force was so light, yet it made him unable to move.
"let go."
His voice was hoarse.
Xie Ling clenched his fists even tighter and suddenly asked, "You..."
"Are you together with Jiang Yao?"
——
She raised her porcelain-white face and asked this question stubbornly.
The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting fine shadows on her face, making her eyes look particularly clear.
Chen Fu Ji suddenly found it a little funny.
He ignored the nonsensical question and strode towards the wooden door of the living room. He placed his finger on the gilded door handle and paused, "Follow me."
The two walked through the corridor one after the other.
Xie Ling followed Chen Fu Ji silently, his lips pressed into a straight line.
"Mr. Chen, are you leaving?"
Huang Shishen's booming voice came from behind him at just the right moment, with obvious surprise. This development was completely out of his script.
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