Chapter 2: Good-looking Man
Two days later, the airport.
Shi Han walked into the airport lobby wearing a sun hat.
She was pulling a small suitcase and wearing a beige long skirt. Her calves were long and round, and her slender and beautiful ankles were exposed.
Shi Han's hat was pulled down low, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but her beautiful figure still attracted some people's attention.
She had just taken a few steps when someone bumped into her shoulder. Shi Han moved his hat up slightly, revealing his beautiful eyes and eyebrows.
Her eyes fell on the man who had hit her.
White sneakers and a neat shirt.
The cuffs were moved up, revealing a strong forearm.
Shi Han raised his eyes and saw 놛's appearance clearly.
His pupils were dark and cold, his brows were sharp and somewhat evil, but his facial features were too outstanding, and his elegant outfit added a sense of abstinence.
Shi Han was stunned. The appearance of the man in front of her was exactly what she liked.
"Are you okay?" the man asked in a low voice.
Subwoofer! She liked the sound.
But she soon remembered that she had important things to do. Shi Han came back to her senses and shook her head, "It's okay."
She has had very few contacts with men since she was a child, and she has not much interest in the relationships between men and women. At most, she just admires them.
When Shi Han encountered a man who met her aesthetic standards, she completely regarded it as a decent encounter.
She nodded to the other party, then turned and left.
Shi Han didn't take the little thing just now to heart, and she didn't know how much the man behind her had been staring at her.
놛 stood still, his deep pupils dim and unclear, like a lion that had found its territory and was patiently waiting to mark its scent.
Until Shi Han's back completely disappeared, a man in a suit and leather shoes appeared next to the man.
놛 lowered his head and said carefully: "Boss Lu, the old lady is sick again."
"Yeah." Lu Yan moved his distant black pupils, "Let's go."
"Yes." Zhang Yu followed behind Lu Yan, thinking about what he had just seen, still couldn't believe it.
The man in front of him is Lu Yan, the head of the Lu family, one of the four major families. He is in his twenties and his position is unshakable. He is strong-willed, intelligent and cold-blooded.
In addition to his unparalleled abilities, his handsome face was also a hot topic in the circle.
Countless noble ladies in North City were trying their best to have some relationship with Lu Yan.
After a long time, Lu Yan became bored with the different tricks of the women around him.
But then a woman fell on him on purpose.
The second time, the woman's family went bankrupt.
놛Faced with the woman's desperate pleas, he showed no emotion at all and only said one sentence, "Leave the capital."
Finally, the woman and her family left the imperial capital overnight.
From then on, those ladies who had been worrying about so many things finally put their minds at ease.
Zhang Yu had been with Lu Yan for nearly seven years and was used to seeing Lu Yan's indifference and alienation towards the opposite sex.
But today, Lu Yan actually disguised himself as a college student and waited at the airport early, just to meet a woman by chance.
What was even more frightening was that he had just seen Lu Yan smile.
I have never seen her smile before, maybe others can't notice it, but Zhang Yu has been with her for a long time and can clearly feel her joy just now.
Just as Zhang Yu was racking his brains to guess the identity of the woman he had just seen, he suddenly felt a chill in front of him and looked up in panic.
Lu Yan glanced towards 놛.
Those cold black pupils seemed to see through everything. Even though the hot summer wind was blowing on him, Zhang Yu instantly broke out in a cold sweat. His mind went blank and he dared not make any more guesses.
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Shi Zhai was having lunch, and the servant standing nearby glanced cautiously at Shi Han who was eating not far away.
Her exposed skin was cold and white, her lips were red, her hair was black, her eyebrows were delicate, and the fingers holding the chopsticks were slender and round. Every movement she made was like a beautiful mural.
This should have been an extremely pleasing scene, but the atmosphere in the living room was tense.
(End of this chapter)
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