"It's alright. Chen Guo will handle it properly."
Qin Beiming had great faith in Chen Guo's abilities, but he also realized that keeping it from Ling Mo like this was not a good idea.
At this moment, he had already begun to think about how to tell her about his family background.
It would be a bit too much to abruptly tell her that he was rolling in money.
If not handled properly, it could even affect her subjective impression of him.
After pondering for a long time, Qin Beiming still didn't know how to bring it up.
He desperately wanted to be open and honest with Ling Mo about everything, but he was also worried that once she learned he was the richest man in Beijing's elite circles, she would no longer want to be friends with a capitalist like him...
What Qin Beiming didn't know was that Ling Mo, with her keen perception, had already noticed that he was hiding something from her.
However, she has always been tolerant of her friends, and as long as it is not a matter of principle, she can ignore other minor details.
After scrolling through his phone for a while, Ling Mo looked up and saw the car speeding towards the suburbs. He became increasingly puzzled, tilting his head slightly to ask:
"Third Master, are you going the wrong way? What are you doing heading to the suburbs in the middle of the night?"
"Didn't you want to meet your mother? There's no time like the present, now is the perfect time."
"It's so late, I'm afraid we won't be able to get into the cemetery."
"I've already spoken to the cemetery caretaker."
Thank you.
Ling Mo then realized that Qin Beiming had taken her out for a drive in the middle of the night because he planned to take her to the cemetery to visit relatives.
Although going to the cemetery at midnight sounds a bit eerie.
But at this moment, she was still moved by Qin Beiming's actions.
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
Qin Beiming smiled slightly, but his sharp, hawk-like eyes softened into gentle tenderness the moment they met her gaze.
Their eyes met, and it was as if two blazing flames collided heavily in the air, instantly igniting the temperature inside the carriage.
Although neither of them spoke to break the sudden silence, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
After a moment, Ling Mo noticed his heart beating faster and faster, so he hurriedly looked away and whispered:
"Watch where you're going."
"Um."
Qin Beiming glanced at Ling Mo's slightly reddened ears, then casually looked away.
Only he knew how overjoyed he was at that moment.
Generally speaking, one only blushes and feels their heart race in front of their crush.
I suppose that in her heart, he must be a little different from others, right?
Even the slightest difference was enough to make him secretly happy for days.
Ling Mo clutched his pounding heart, muttering to himself, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."
Lately, I don't know what's going on, just like cats and dogs going into heat, her heart, which was buried under a thousand-year-old ice, has also begun to stir, as if it has entered a lyrical period, becoming exceptionally sensitive and tender.
"What are you muttering?"
Qin Beiming had already heard what she was muttering, but he still couldn't resist teasing her.
"nothing."
Ling Mo found that even hearing Qin Beiming's voice made her heart beat faster involuntarily.
Realizing that she was just like a female hooligan, always uncontrollably lusting after Qin Beiming's good looks, Ling Mo became increasingly depressed, silently turning her head away, sulking to herself.
Seriously!
Where did her self-control, which she was so proud of, go?
Qin Beiming parked the car and, seeing that she was still sulking, reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt. His voice was deep, mellow, and extremely magnetic: "We're here. Aren't you getting out?"
"..."
Ling Mo stared blankly at Qin Beiming, who was so close to her, and suddenly recalled the unexpected kiss she had shared with him not long ago...
It's really strange.
Every night, Qin Beiming was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, constantly exuding a fatal charm that made her heart flutter and unable to resist.
"MoMo, what's wrong?"
Seeing her face growing increasingly flushed, Qin Beiming hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out to feel her forehead. "Could it be that you have a fever?"
"It's nothing, it's just a bit hot."
Ling Mo shook his head, opened the car door, and took several deep breaths of fresh air.
She secretly thought to herself that if she were to be alone with a stunningly beautiful man like Qin Beiming in the cramped carriage, she might not be able to resist and become a heartless woman.
Qin Beiming followed closely behind her and got out of the car as well.
He expertly draped his coat over her shoulders and said in a deep voice:
"It's windy at night, put on your coat."
"Third Master, I'm dressed."
Ling Mo suddenly realized that he was not at all arrogant and aloof in front of Qin Beiming, and muttered something under his breath.
Before this, she never imagined that anyone would treat her like a fragile little girl and protect her in every way.
"The clothes are quite nice."
Qin Beiming nodded, but his mind was filled with the image of her alluring appearance in her slip dress.
Ling Mo glanced down at his red and green plaid shirt and dark jeans, and a sense of confusion suddenly arose in his heart:
Is there something wrong with Qin Beiming's eyesight?
This outfit was clearly something she bought for herself while buying clothes for her grandmother at the senior clothing market, just to save herself the trouble.
He actually thought it looked good...
Forget it, she doesn't understand straight men's aesthetics.
Qin Beiming's eyes flickered slightly as he inwardly questioned whether he hadn't been sincere enough in his praise. Just as he was thinking of adding a couple more words, the cemetery caretaker approached him with a beaming smile.
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