On this day, Situ Qinglang sent He Jing home, and when he was about to get home, He Jing couldn't help but stare at his thin lips and think - he hadn't kissed himself yet.

He was more self-disciplined than all men, but she didn't need such a strange self-discipline.

She clutched the corner of her clothes, and when the car stopped steadily, she mustered up the courage to ask Situ Qinglang: "Qinglang, I...... I wonder if our relationship is a bit ...... Too distant?"

Situ Qinglang glanced at her sideways and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I mean......" He Jing didn't know how to express her heart's desire clearly, she thought about it again and again, gritted her teeth and said, "Can you kiss me?"

"......" Situ Qinglang stared at her incredulously, as if he was looking at an alien.

He Jing completely lost her momentum, she knew it...... This is the kind of ending that should have been expected a long time ago.

"Forget it, I'm ...... Please treat it as if I didn't say anything......" He Jing held back the tears that welled up and apologized uneasily.

Situ Qinglang thought of his sweetheart, the temperature on his cold lips rose sharply, and he seriously thought about the possibility of kissing He Jing at this moment, but found that he didn't want to do it anyway.

"Next time, you put on lipstick today. He perfunctorily declined.

He Jing raised his head suddenly, looked at him in a daze, and said in surprise: "So you mean, if I don't wear lipstick next time, it's okay?"

"It's better not to wear makeup either. Situ Qinglang nodded, showing a rare hint of polite smile.

"Thank you......" He Jing's eyes were red, and he suddenly threw himself into Situ Qinglang's arms.

Situ Qinglang's body stiffened, and before he could react, He Jing had already run out of the car quickly, waved his hand at Situ Qinglang, and then happily ran into the apartment building.

He looked at her back and thought—it seemed like the happiest she'd ever been with him.

However, this happiness did not cause him to be infected in any way.

He lit a cigarette and remembered that his sweetheart had said, "Don't smoke too much."

He extinguished the cigarette again, started the car irritably, went home and changed into a new shirt, and made sure that there was no smell of perfume left on He Jing's body, and then went out again.

Today he made an appointment to meet with a few friends from his college days, and none of them were mediocre in politics and business.

The initiator set the location of this small gathering in a club called "Lotus Garden", although the name is elegant, but the inside is not a place that Situ Qinglang is used to.

Located in the private residence of a well-known Qing Dynasty official in Beiting City, the Lotus Garden is antique and private, and it is not surprising to meet any dignitaries in Beiting City here.

Situ Qinglang didn't like this kind of occasion, so he was always punctual and deliberately arrived a little late, and the doorman in a cardigan robe parked for him, and he walked unhurriedly along the corridor until he reached the foyer.

As he stepped through the vermilion gate, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Is that......

He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased two steps up, only to find that the shadow had turned a corner and disappeared like a butterfly at the end of the labyrinth-like corridor.

That's a sweetheart?

Situ Qinglang didn't believe his eyes, although his eyes were fierce and meticulous, but this time, he would rather see it wrong.

He couldn't help but comfort himself - the girl who was so pitiful that she might not even be able to enter the door of the lotus garden.

What's more, this is not the place where she should be, and women usually come and go here for one thing.

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