Chu Xiangyun thought that the other party would say something else because of this reply, but he didn't expect that there were only two words, thank you.

Such a simple result made her unable to guess what the other party wanted to know, but it was certainly not as simple as who booked the presidential suite that day.

But it was okay to say thank you, saying that the matter was over, at least in the short term, her checking Jin Zexuan's mobile phone would not be revealed.

After thinking about it carefully, she didn't dare to delay any longer, deleted the information record with great speed, put the phone back in its place, and carefully placed it in the shape it had just been.

……

Cedis Hotel.

Luo Xingchen sat on the bed, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand, his expression slightly sluggish.

[Coincidentally, on the 18th, I was in the presidential suite of the Kedis Hotel. 】

She read this message several times, word by word, for fear of missing something.

At first, her mind was blank, as if she couldn't understand what the words meant. This will, but she understood very clearly that it was Jin Zexuan that day.

He should have known what happened that day, so he called Jin Zeming when he took her back to Jin's house.

It's really a mistake, and how sad and ridiculous is the dislocation relationship today.

Back then, in a café on the banks of the Rhine.

He drank coffee elegantly, read the newspaper elegantly, and spoke elegantly to the waiter in a whispered German language.

He hadn't said a word to her, nor had he looked at her.

She always felt that the man didn't care, but he left such a sentence.

The warm feeling that brought to her was carved into her heart bit by bit after years of penetration.

She used to drink coffee silently in a café, waiting for him to appear.

At that time, she was like a traditional girl immersed in a dream, waiting for the arrival of the true son of fate.

It turned out to be him!

He was the man she had painted in Germany, and he was the man she had painted in the presidential suite.

He turned out to be her first man, and when this thought came to Luo Xingchen's heart, she covered her face in pain.

Then, a hot current overflowed between the fingers.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly, completely immersed in the pain of despair. Even Jin Zeming walked in without noticing.

"What's wrong?" Jin Zeming sat down, and the bed bounced slightly.

Luo Xingchen was startled, and subconsciously hid his phone under the pillow. But the action was so obvious that at a glance it was clear that she was trying to hide something.

Jin Zeming saw that her eyes were slightly red, and asked softly, "What's the matter?" ”

She quickly shook her head and replied a little flustered, "It's nothing, I just thought of my brother and was worried." ”

"Really?" He stared at her intensely.

At first she could bear his questioning eyes, but for a moment, she felt those deep eyes as cold as a sharp sword.

"Jin Zeming......" she shouted, but she couldn't say the following words.

Jin Zeming clasped her chin, lowered his head to look at her distracted eyes, trembled white lips, and said, "Luo Xingchen, we have to have a written contract." ”

She didn't say anything, just looked at him.

"Because I found you to be very unprofessional, I need to regulate your words and deeds." Jin Zeming's gaze fell on the pillow.

Luo Xingchen's hand happened to rest there, and he subconsciously grabbed the side of the pillow, and his body trembled slightly.