Like sneezing, you can't hide it.

Jing Zeheng is very sure that he sees the liking in the eyes of the child today.

He was all too familiar with this kind of look, and every time he saw her and thought of her, his eyes were like that.

What made him a little depressed was that the heartbeat in her eyes was like a flash in the pan, and it was properly hidden by her in an instant.

He could understand her caution, and he could understand her knots and worries.

But......

Now that he has moved his heart, don't blame him for taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

Looking down at the little girl's flushed face and slightly trembling hands, Jing Zeheng asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

The rising tail note was like a pleasant note, and it circled around Shen Fanyin's ears, making the tips of her ears red.

She quickly lowered her head and whispered, "I—I'm thinking about eating in the morning...... Oh no, I'm curious how you have so many injuries on your body......

Shen Fanyin felt that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

There were a few more beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her eyelashes fluttered like a restless little butterfly.

Jing Zeheng felt that if he continued to tease, the child's body temperature would break through the limit of the human body.

He pulled the buttons she had unbuttoned, and pulled the rest of his shirt open.

Shen Fanyin originally thought that he would be safe with his head down, but unexpectedly, his sudden move directly stuffed the abdominal muscles and mermaid line in front of her eyes.

Shen Fanyin: "......!"

Did he take the elixir? A handful of people who are still in such a good figure when they are old, what about the small belly that middle-aged people should have? Hidden?.

The chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, and Shen Fanyin even forgot to look away.

Well, she is a designer, and it is reasonable that she likes a good figure, which can only show that she loves her job.

Shen Fanyin explained his hooliganism in this way.

Jing Zeheng lowered his eyes and looked at her: "I encountered some troubles a few years ago, and the injuries I suffered at that time, and the injuries on my face were also the same time."

His words are full of implication, as long as Shen Fanyin dares to ask, he dares to tell the truth.

It's a pity that a certain female hooligan was immersed in her abdominal muscles and couldn't extricate herself, and she didn't hear what he said.

Jing Zeheng waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for a question, so he could only clear his throat and change the topic: "Sanskrit, why don't you let me change my clothes first?"

Shen Fanyin woke up like a dream, turned around with a low cry, threw down the sentence "I want to go to the toilet" and fled.

Jing Zeheng chuckled and secretly reminded himself that he couldn't tease her anymore, otherwise he would scare people away.

Shen Fanyin fled into the bathroom, leaned his back against the door, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The image of him saving her appeared in front of her eyes again, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Shen Fanyin shook his head violently, leaving his inexplicable feelings behind.

She held her heart and whispered to the deer that was rushing around, "Don't jump, it's impossible."

Heartbeat, only heartbeat, there can be no other.

She and Jing Zeheng are basically people from two worlds.

If it weren't for Ms. Shen's competitiveness, they shouldn't have crossed paths in their lives.

And with such a character of hers, she shouldn't have any expectations for love.

So—

Don't think too much, no matter how good he is, he can only be an older brother!

Shen Fanyin turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of cold water and threw it on his face, using low temperature to calm himself.

When Shen Fanyin returned to Jing Zeheng again, his eyes returned to his previous state, as if the previous throbbing was just his illusion.

Jing Zeheng was sitting at the dining table and had just hung up the phone.

His right hand was inconvenient, so he directly picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip, and then said to her, "I just asked Cao Guan, grandma's side is everything as usual, he is close to protect, you can rest assured."

"Hmm." Shen Fanyin nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, "Thank you, brother."

Jingze

Heng raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you" for a long time.

Is the little cub trapping himself again?

He glanced at her water-soaked sideburns, didn't notice the change in her words, and continued, "Call Grandma later, we won't be back to Princeton tonight."

"Huh? Is there something wrong?" Shen Fanyin was a little puzzled.

Jing Zeheng nodded: "Something. Cheng Ye and Cao Guan are not here, you have to help me."

When washing her face, Shen Fanyin directly put this life-saving grace within the scope of human affection, although she was a little unconscionable, but if she didn't think so, she would have no way to live.

So, she nodded directly: "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Jingle bell - hello, room service."

Jing Zeheng raised his chin at her and motioned for her to open the door, "Your lunch."

Shen Fanyin looked at him blankly: "You ordered?"

"Or else?" Jing Zeheng looked at the sick meal on the table, "What do you eat?"

Shen Fanyin realized that she had forgotten to order food for herself.

Tugging at the corners of her mouth, she got up to open the door.

The lunch that Jing Zeheng ordered for her was also very light, after all, she still had injuries on her body.

Shen Fanyin looked at the four paper bags given to her by the waiter with complicated eyes, and flipped through them casually, all of them were women's clothes.

He really has the capital to make people's hearts move.

Shen Fanyin bit the tip of her tongue hard and quickly threw this thought out of her brain.

Pretending to be relaxed and returning to the dining table, Shen Fanyin lowered his eyes and picked up the chopsticks, and slowly stuffed the rice into his mouth.

After eating a silent meal, Shen Fanyin put the dishes together and said, "Brother, go and lie down for a while, the doctor prescribed painkillers, if you are in pain, I will give it to you."

"It doesn't hurt." Jing Zeheng looked at her, "Fanyin, come here."

"Huh?"

Shen Fanyin hesitated and took a small step towards him, the symbolic meaning was greater than the practical meaning.

Jing Zeheng sighed lightly, stood up and came to her, raised his hand and pinched her face.

Just when Shen Fanyin was at a loss, he said: "There is no need to have psychological pressure, this little bruise gives me enough reasons to seize the market, no one can accuse me of being too ambitious, without this, I really have a headache for finding a reason."

That's true.

Since the development of Shenghua, reputation is more important than profit in many cases.

Shen Fanyin looked at him, pursed her lips and whispered, "It's better not to get hurt, it's really not good, you just pretend to be sick."

Listening to her concerned words, Jing Zeheng was in a very good mood, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "They are all human spirits, and they can't be hidden."

"But ......"

Shen Fanyin was about to say something more when the doorbell rang again.

She frowned suspiciously and looked at Jing Zeheng.

"Let's go." Jing Zeheng said.

Shen Fanyin nodded, walked over slowly, and opened the door.

Halfway through the door, she saw the people outside, and her brow furrowed.

Pressing her shoulder against the door, her right hand, hidden behind the door, touched the vase in the entryway.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Fanyin looked at the man in front of him and asked quietly.

She clenched the vase, ready to give it to the guy.

Jing Zeheng, who was standing behind her, witnessed the whole process, thinking about whether she should stop it or let the child listen to it.

Ian was a little embarrassed, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Sister, I'm looking for Jing Zeheng."

Shen Fanyin narrowed his eyes, and a murderous aura crossed his eyes.

This guy is quite arrogant.

Her left hand slowly lifted the door up, intending to open the door and smash it directly with a vase, preemptively.

As a result, as soon as her fingertips touched the door, her right hand was grasped by a large warm hand.

Jing Zeheng took the vase from Shen Fanyin's hand and quietly put it back in its place.

Then he said, "Sanskrit, he's Ian."

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

"I just met with Ian, and he shoehorned the ...... into me."

Jing Zeheng's words a few hours ago rang in her ears again.

So, this man who molested her was not Qi Jin's advance force? So what was the purpose of his coming to him before?

Shen Fanyin glanced at Ian, his eyes full of vigilance.

Jing Zeheng hooked her waist with one hand, took her into his arms and opened the door.

He lowered his eyes to look at the lion-like child, patted her on the back and smoothed her hair: "Good, you go take a nap first, and I'll have a few words with him."

Shen Fanyin's eyes were full of unease, and he looked at him with a frown.

Jing Zeheng gave her a reassuring look and patted her head to show reassurance.

Knowing Ian's identity, Shen Fanyin was inconvenient to ask even if he had a thousand doubts, so he returned to the guest room with his clothes and closed the door.

Ian then stepped in and said with a dry smile, "This girl is too hostile to me, like I can take you badly."

Jing Zeheng: "Forgive me, she is still young, and she judges people by her appearance."

Ian's smile froze at the corners of his mouth for a moment.

No matter how you hear this, you are scolding him.

He gritted his teeth, and glanced at the gauze on Jing Zeheng's wrist, but he still didn't directly scold.

Jing Zeheng didn't continue the topic, and went into the study with Ian one after another.

"Is this so tricky? It's not easy to hurt you." Ian sat on the chair and said to Jing Zeheng with a frown, "I just came back from the police station, and the exhibition has been completely locked down for investigation, but there are many people, and it will take some time."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng took a sip of water and asked in a flat tone, "Is there anything else?"

"No," Ian shrugged helplessly, "The interrogation takes time, that guy has a very hard mouth, he doesn't say a word, the police are still checking the surveillance, and at present, it can only be determined that the person is from the direction of Financial Street, but there are too many people over there, and it takes a lot of time to investigate."

Jing Zeheng's deep eyes crossed a touch of coldness.

His gaze fell on the computer configured in the hotel room.

He didn't have the patience to wait any longer.