Chapter 189: A Woman from the Past
"Or else?" took her into the villa, the living room was sunny and the temperature was slightly hot, Zhu Hang poured her a glass of sparkling water: "When did he ever have real feelings in his eyes?" β
"Then Xue Qianrou ......" Before she finished speaking, Xiang Qian's mobile phone rang. It's Gao Zhiya.
"Mr. Zhu? Tea? What is she looking for me? No, I'm not in the company. I ......" raised his eyes and swept over Zhu Hang, and said to Qian: "I'm helping Leo deal with things, and I can't go back to the company today." β
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At nine o'clock in the evening, a Bentley slowly stopped in front of an old villa in the city center.
The two walked through the door one after the other and stepped up the narrow staircase. Xiang Qian looked up and down the interior of this quaint house, and then looked at the people around her, full of doubts.
"How......?" Zhu Hang suddenly whispered behind her ear.
The stairwell on the second floor was narrow and quiet, and his sudden approach made Xiang Qian's face a little hot. Looking back, I caught a glimpse of him loosening his chest under the collar, and hurriedly turned back: "We...... What kind of prom are we attending? β
"Wouldn't you just go in and have a look?" A pair of large hands passed through her ears and pushed open the door in front of her.
The sight made her breathe stagnant, but it wasn't what made her heart beat faster.
Zhu Hang's body temperature reached her shoulders through the black satin shirt.
Rewind the clock to a few hours ago.
Ending the call with Gao Zhiya, Xiang Qian suddenly found that there was a hint of evil in Zhu Hang's smile.
"In that case, come and go to work with me tonight, Mr. Xiang."
I saw him take out a black handbag from the cloakroom and say, "Let's go, take you to choose an evening dress." β
There are no big names in Duisburg, and Xiang Qian sat in the co-pilot, with his arms folded, surprisingly quiet.
"Don't you ask about the ball?" Zhu Hang asked with sunglasses. Although the temperature has dropped sharply today, the sun is still dazzling when it is about to set.
Xiang Qian looked at the golden sky in the distance, shrugged her shoulders and said, "It shouldn't be a big ball." Knowing that I have a lot of dresses, they also took me to buy them temporarily, but it just means that this ball is not important. β
Zhu Hang bent the corners of his mouth and didn't answer.
Parking the car in the largest shopping mall, he led her to the other side. The road is made of stone from the wall to the ground, which is very unique. After coming to the mall so many times, Xiang Qian had never noticed this secluded path.
Looking down at the smooth and smooth stones beneath her feet, she suddenly thought of the garden at home. It was also a path paved with large and neat yellow stones, winding and winding, and when she was a child, her brother always led her to hide and seek in the yard. I don't know when the brother and sister stopped walking hand in hand in the garden.
Only then did I understand that my depression and loss for most of the day were because of Zhu Ming. Not only did she become the general manager of the company she worked so hard to run, but she also took away her brother's attention to her.
"Huh." She couldn't help but sneer, realizing that she was quite naΓ―ve.
A hand appeared in his sight, swinging rhythmically back and forth. Without hesitation, Xiang Qian shook it.
It's the same temperature as in my memory. She couldn't help but push a little harder, and her grip tightened.
"Jingle ββ!" Pushing open the glass door, Xiang Qian was led into an independent store by him.
When you look up, you can see the words "La Perla" in the center.
"Isn't this a lingerie store?"
"It also has nice dresses." Zhu Hang seemed to be very familiar and had to take her inside.
The black staircase glows, and inside is a huge fitting room. A beautiful waiter chatted with Zhu Hang, like an old friend.
The mood that had improved slightly immediately fell to the bottom, and Xiang Qian looked at the display full of hints in front of her, and felt sour. Familiar with the road and familiar sales, it seems that he has had a woman this year.
Taking a deep breath, Xiang Qian said silently in his heart: "Maintain your professionalism, after all, he has nothing to do with me except work." β