Hearing Lin Nuan's footsteps on the stairs, Fu Huai'an glanced in her direction and said softly, "Pick someone else."

When he hung up the phone, Lin Nuan had already reached the first floor. She said, "Mr. Fu, if there is nothing else, then I will go on the road."

Fu Huai'an nodded.

As she walked out of his apartment, a cold breeze greeted her. She finally felt the temperature drop on her face.

Lin Nuan walked out of the apartment complex and got into a taxi. She gave the driver the address of her neighbor.

Looking at the pitch-black sky outside, she thought of how Fu Huai'an had never disagreed with what Lu Jinnan had said in their conversation earlier today. A look of unease crossed her face.

Maybe Fu Huaian also thought so, so he never mentioned the matter of getting a marriage certificate again.

After all, Fu Huai'an had no other reason to marry her than to treat her as a mother.

Perhaps most men are similar to Lu Jinnan. They are basically gamers, and they look at women as trophies, as if the more they conquer, the more they show their charm.

If they're not players, it's just because they don't have enough wealth or looks. But once a man has quite a bit of both, they will not be exempt - even Lin Nuan's father in the Lin family is no exception.

Judging from the fluency and experience of Fu Huai'an when he flirted with her that night, he was definitely not as restrained and restrained as the media created a public image for him.

Like to attract like...

If he interacts with someone like Lu Jinnan, how much character can he have?

Maybe Fu Huaian felt that people like her couldn't stand his superficial feelings, so he decided to give up the idea of marrying her.

Lin Nuan took a shower after arriving home. She slept well. When she woke up, it was already night.

Lin Nuan felt a little thirsty, because the quilt was too thick and a little hot.

Her WeChat keeps sending notifications. She searched for her phone in bed and turned it on when she lay down.

This is the leasing group of Star Neighborhood. They complained and questioned why the power was not restored after two hours of the repair.

She rolled over and tried to turn on her light. Electricity really doesn't work.

She got up by the dim light of her phone, but accidentally knocked over her square purse on the table and chair. The contents overflowed.

Just as Lin Nuan bent down to pick them up, the whole room lit up. Fu Huai'an's name appeared in front of her eyes, on the ID card she was holding. Her squinted eyes suddenly widened.

She turned another page and saw Fu Tuantuan's name. She finally confirmed that she had taken the wrong ID.

She patted her forehead. Why didn't she take a good look when she took it?

Lin Nuan hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to dial Fu Huai'an's number.

She picked up the phone. Fu Huai'an on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, and broke the silence first, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I got the wrong ID card."

"Where are you?" Fu Huai'an asked.

"Star Neighborhood."

"Go downstairs in twenty minutes..."

He hung up the phone and didn't give Lin Nuan a chance to respond.

She looked down at the ID card in her hand and blamed herself for being too careless.

She knew that Fu Huai'an had always been punctual. She waited fifteen minutes before putting on a gray hoodie and going downstairs.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a black Bentley parked in front of her apartment.

She recognized it as Fu Huai'an's car. She walked quickly to the car, only to find it empty.

The phone in her jacket pocket vibrate. She took it out and saw Fu Huai'an's contact ID. When she picked up the phone, she heard his deep voice on the other end of the line, "Open the door......

Fu Huai'an's tone was amiable, but Lin Nuan felt an air of authority.

When a person is accustomed to being in power, his authority and strong presence will naturally manifest itself through his words and deeds.

Lin Nuan stood next to the black Bentley. Her legs could still faintly feel the heat coming from the car.

She guessed that Fu Huai'an must have arrived early and took the elevator up to see her, and she happened to come down in another elevator.

She didn't have the courage to ask him down the floor again. She provoked him all the way here because she had the wrong ID. How could she afford him to run downstairs for her?

Lin Nuan held the ID card in his hand and brushed the messy wind-blown hair behind his ears. As she walked inside, she said, "I'll come up right ......."

...

When Lin Nuan walked out of the elevator, he saw Fu Huaian wearing a suit and standing against the backlight of the two elevators. He smokes in front of a trash can with an ashtray on it.

He has one hand in his pocket, and his cigar-wielding hand is checking his email on his phone. He had a focused look on his face.

The eyes of the two met, and Fu Huai'an's tall and slender figure exuded a majestic momentum.

They are not far apart. Lin Nuan could vaguely detect the smell of wine on Fu Huai'an's body.

Lin Nuan stood next to the car for a while, she knew that there was no driver in the car. She recalled hearing a faint voice on the other end of the phone and guessed that he must have gone out for a drink with a colleague.

He extinguished the cigar in the ashtray at the top of the trash can. Judging by the ID she was holding, he knew that she had left early and went downstairs to wait for him.

"Is there tea in the house?" Fu Huai'an asked in a low, loud voice, with a hint of kindness.

Fu Huai'an drove over despite drinking; It would be rude for Lin Nuan to refuse to give him a simple cup of tea.

She nodded and led Fu Huai'an into the door.

There was a fluffy carpet on the living room floor, and she decided to take a pair of slippers from the shoe rack for Fu Huai'an to change into. She bent down to find one, realizing that she had never had a male guest come over, so the slippers were too small. She thought it over and put them back on the shelf.

Seeing that Fu Huai'an was still standing at the door, she said to him: "I don't have slippers for you here, come in......"

Fu Huaian nodded and walked into the living room with a calm expression.

Lin Nuan went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for Fu Huai'an. The Wuyi Mountain Red Cloak Tea that Liang Mulan brought last time was put to good use.

Fu Huaian glanced at the small table and found that the photo of Lin Nuan holding the fat cat was missing.

Then he glanced at Lin Nuan, who was boiling water in the kitchen, and looked for tea. Dressed in a light blue hoodie and jeans, she stood on tiptoe and struggled to get the box of tea on the shelf.

"I'll help you."

Fu Huai'an's voice came from above her head. She froze. She felt the warm wall behind her, and her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

She looked up and watched his muscular hand retrieve the tea box. When he turned, the bangs on her forehead inadvertently brushed his chin. She unconsciously took a step back, her ass pressed against the countertop.

Fu Huai'an's big hand immediately grabbed her back to prevent the back of her head from hitting the shelf above.

Every time she was alone with Fu Huai'an, Lin Nuan had nowhere to hide her embarrassment.

The kitchen wasn't that big in the first place, so Fu Huai'an's presence would only make it seem more crowded.

At that moment, their bodies glued together in an ambiguous pose. Lin Nuan's heartbeat began to accelerate, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

His masculine, alcohol-tinged aura lingered on her forehead, making it tingle.

In the stillness and silence of the kitchen, all you can hear is the soft whistling of the brewing pot.

Her elbow was propped between the two of them. Her palms began to sweat.

At eye level, she could clearly see Fu Huai'an's open shirt collar, and he moved to hug her. His well-defined muscles loomed into the air. Lin Nuan immediately looked away and stared at the floor, her white ears as red as tomatoes.

"What are you doing in a panic?"

Fu Huaian asked in a low voice with a smile. Such a sound, in a space occupied by only two people, seemed more inviting than ever.

The man's mature and majestic aura enveloped her whole body - she was so nervous that she couldn't breathe properly.

She wanted to pretend to be cold and let Fu Huai'an move, but her throat was so dry that she felt like she was choked, and she couldn't say a word. All she could do was unnaturally lower her head and rest her arms on Fu Huai'an's chest.

"You're afraid of me?" Fu Huai'an stared deeply into her eyes and asked.

"No..."Lin Nuan denied.

In order to support her claim, she forced herself to raise her head and stare into Fu Huai'an's eyes. Her heart began to beat faster and faster.

Fu Huaian saw the stubborn but undisguised shyness in Lin Nuan's eyes. He propped one hand on the countertop, and the other hand on the hanger, bent down slightly and lowered his head, getting closer and closer to Lin Nuan.

Lin Nuan's eyelashes were trembling. She tried to stand up straight so as not to show any signs of fear in front of Fu Huai'an, but her heart trembled.

Fu Huai'an's big hand held her face, and his arched nose playfully knocked Lin Nuan's nose. Not sure if it was because of alcohol, but his deep dark eyes looked as if they were hiding a sea of affection.