"No, you're mistaken." Mr. Ex withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back, a hint of confusion flashing in his dark eyes beneath the mask.
Lin Yang's question sobered Mr. Ex up considerably, and the hand that had been holding her waist slowly loosened.
"Sir, what brings you here?" Lin Yang turned around, barely able to see a glimmer of clarity returning to his eyes through the two holes in his mask.
They were some distance apart. Mr. Ex sat back in his swivel chair, his right leg crossed over his left knee, comfortably propped up.
Although he was now sober, the smell of alcohol lingered in the room, making Lin Yang feel extremely uncomfortable.
I tried several times to cover my mouth and nose with my hands.
"Don't you like it?" Mr. Ex lowered his head and sniffed.
"No." Lin Yang shook her head in denial, forcing a smile.
The man exuded an innate sense of oppression and alienation. Lin Yang felt differently in front of him than in front of Xu Chengzhi, and dared not follow her heart to tell the truth.
"Then, go inside and take a shower," Mr. Ex said, glancing at Lin Yang.
Holy crap, they just came right away?
What excuse are you going to give this time? My aunt already told me, right? It can't be that my period has started again, can it?
“Sir…I…” Lin Yang stammered, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a reason to refuse.
“Your clothes are dirty.” Mr. Ex pointed to Lin Yang’s clothes with a long, slender index finger.
ha?
Lin Yang's rapidly working brain suddenly froze, and she was a little slow to react.
Looking down in the direction the man pointed, she realized that she was still wearing that custom-made white dress stained with oil.
No wonder, no wonder the taxi driver seemed hesitant to speak when we arrived.
Lin Yang thought the driver had recognized her as a celebrity.
"No, no need... I can go back and shower, haha..." Lin Yang was a little embarrassed because of her misunderstanding, but she still resisted the idea of showering in his place.
Taking a bath here is like throwing a lamb to the slaughter.
"Dirty." Mr. Ex withdrew his gaze from Lin Yang's clothes, as if looking at them any longer would offend his eyes.
dirty……
Dirty?! So this guy's a germaphobe? And he thinks I'm dirty!
But it seems...
It's quite dirty.
A large patch of red oil was smeared on her chest, and upon closer inspection, it emitted a strange odor that had fermented from her travels.
The odor mixed with the smell of alcohol in the air was sour and pungent that Lin Yang almost vomited in front of her husband.
"Where's the bathroom?" After holding it in for a long time, Lin Yang finally gave in and asked the question.
Mr. Ex rested his chin on one hand and pointed behind him.
"Thank you." Lin Yang covered her chest in embarrassment, tossed her handbag onto the sofa, and jogged into the bathroom.
A short while later, the sound of water being released could be heard from inside.
Hearing the sound of water being released, Mr. Ex got up from his swivel chair.
Long legs took only a couple of steps before arriving at the sofa where Lin Yang had left her bag.
The soft leather sofa sagged, and the gentleman sat beside it.
He naturally picked up Lin Yang's bag, turned the clasp, and the contents were clearly visible.
"..."
The first thing that catches the eye is a dagger, pressed against both sides of the bag, making it bulge.
It was so obvious that the gentleman couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.
He easily picked up the phone from the hidden compartment with his long, slender fingers, past the conspicuous dagger.
This is the latest model, and it feels very light and thin in your hand.
Without thinking, the man directly entered a string of numbers.
Unlocked successfully, and slid into Lin Yang's desktop wallpaper, which uses a selfie as the wallpaper.
"Since you can't do it yourself, then I'll help you," Mr. Ex muttered to himself, and opened the software.
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