The presidential suite next door
As soon as Qin Beiming opened the door, he disgustedly shook off Huo Yunting's hand.
In his mind, no matter how close the relationship between men is, they should not hold hands like women do.
Just now, if Ling Mo's gaze hadn't been so sharp, he wouldn't have been so stunned by her look that he lost track of time and ended up grabbing Huo Yunting's hand in a daze.
The thought that Ling Mo might have misunderstood him and mistakenly thought he was the kind of playboy who slept with both men and women made Qin Beiming's face show deep displeasure.
I wanted to explain, but I couldn't find a suitable opportunity.
At this moment, Huo Yunting had silently withdrawn the hand that Qin Beiming had shaken off, and awkwardly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
I have to say, the feeling of being touched by a man is absolutely awful.
If Qin Beiming had held on any longer, he wouldn't have been far from "wiping out"...
Huo Yunting was deeply afraid that all of this was intentionally orchestrated by Qin Beiming. His brow twitched wildly, and he stammered:
"Um... I'm going to the balcony for a smoke."
"Um."
Having guessed Huo Yunting's worries, Qin Beiming consciously stepped aside to make way for him.
But just as he turned around, he inadvertently noticed that the bay window on the neighboring balcony was not fully closed. His already restless heart could no longer resist the fatal temptation of the light pink gauze curtains swaying in the wind inside the bay window, and he moved closer as if possessed.
Huo Yunting was resentful that Qin Beiming had taken the best viewing spot closest to the adjacent balcony. Just as he was thinking of pushing him aside, he heard Ling Mo repeatedly muttering from the bay window next door:
"This is really a headache. Who's on top and who's on the bottom?"
In that instant, the two people leaning against the balcony panicked simultaneously.
Huo Yunting frowned deeply and asked anxiously:
"What is Third Sister-in-law trying to do? Does 'upper and lower' mean bunk beds, or...?"
A blood-pumping image had already flashed through Qin Beiming's mind. After struggling for a moment, he forcibly suppressed this strange thought and answered firmly:
"It's not that bad."
To his surprise, no sooner had he finished speaking than Ling Mo's muffled groan came from the bay window next door...
Upon hearing this, Huo Yunting grew increasingly agitated.
He braced his hands on the railing, turning his head as far as possible to stare intently at the hazy scene inside the bay window. "What exactly is Third Sister-in-law going to do? Doesn't that voice sound a bit... you know?"
Qin Beiming pursed his thin lips, and suddenly felt an urge to cover Huo Yunting's ears. "Who told you to listen?"
"Third Brother, do you really think Third Sister-in-law's 'hmm' was normal?"
"Maybe he tripped and fell by accident."
Judging from the sound alone, it seemed that Ling Mo had been tackled by Song Xingwan.
I don't know what Song Xingwan did to her.
Ultimately, Ling Mo is still young. If he were to be led astray, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Thinking this through, Qin Beiming's eyes darkened, and a sense of mission suddenly welled up in his heart.
Since Ling Mo is willing to call him "Uncle," he has an obligation to protect her.
Just as he was about to climb over the neighboring balcony, Huo Yunting mistakenly thought Qin Beiming was hallucinating and wanted to jump, and hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Third Brother, what are you doing?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a little dazed."
Qin Beiming snapped out of his daze and realized that he had actually lost his mind because of Ling Mo's moan. He habitually took out the spare medicine from his pocket.
"Third brother, don't take it. Every medicine has some side effects."
"When the mind is in turmoil, the spirit is in turmoil."
Qin Beiming hesitated for a moment before putting away the medicine bottle.
He pursed his lips, staring intently at the pink gauze curtains fluttering in the wind at the window next door, hoping that no more ambiguous sounds would come from inside the bay window.
However, the two girls next door seemed to be deliberately going against them, and they got more and more excited as they made a scene.
Just as things calmed down for a moment, Ling Mo called out urgently, "Song Wanwan, where are you moving your body?"
Immediately afterwards, Song Xingwan's soft, tingling voice rang out:
"MoMo, I feel like crying, what should I do? Let me hold you for a while, I promise I won't move."
This time, not only was Huo Yunting nearly furious, but Qin Beiming's face also turned completely dark.
Although he had not personally experienced those romantic relationships, not having eaten pork does not mean he had not seen pigs run.
What rubbing against each other, what moving around randomly—isn't that the kind of nonsense a scumbag would say when trying to hook up with someone?!
Huo Yunting held his head in his hands, bombarding Qin Beiming with questions like a mortar:
"Third Brother, didn't you investigate Third Sister-in-law before? What exactly is her identity? Why did she have to target a girl?"
Qin Beiming's eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"Xiao Jiu did investigate. But it was all superficial information; she couldn't find any valuable clues."
In fact, she had already realized that Ling Mo's identity was not simple when she first fought with her.
No matter who it is, even if they are exceptionally talented, they could not have such good skills without systematic training.
Furthermore, wherever she went, a unique fragrance wafted, not strong, but with a powerful calming effect.
Although the origin of this strange medicinal fragrance is unknown, it is certain that its source is extraordinary.
Furthermore, the fact that she dared to bring Song Xingwan to a six-star hotel means that she is by no means short of money.
All signs indicate that, besides her obvious identity as the eldest daughter of the Ling family, Ling Mo harbors many unknown secrets.
That is why even Qin Beiming, with his exceptional insight, couldn't figure her out for a while.
Not only could he not figure it out, he couldn't even figure out whether Ling Mo liked men or women...
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