"I’m not entirely sure about that. But let give you a word of advice, Mr. Hou. Though I, Guan Qing, may be a woman, there’s sothing you should rember. Don’t lightly set your sights on . And don’t set your sights on Hen Zhiyuan either!" Guan Qing said.
"Look at what you’re saying. Even if I were to take a fancy, I certainly wouldn’t want to hurt you. It’s because I love you too much," Hou Zicheng said.
"There’s no love for in your eyes. Mr. Hou, our cooperation has always been pleasant, and I’ve always regarded you as my best business partner. Please don’t destroy the trust I have in you. Moreover, I don’t know what you’re thinking about Hen Zhiyuan, but I want to tell you that without my permission, you can’t make contact with him." After saying this, Guan Qing took a few fierce drags from her cigarette and snubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Alright. I’ll listen to you," Hou Zicheng responded with a smile.
Anyway, he wasn’t in a hurry.
Catching a big fish requires a long line!
Guan Qing got up and led Hen Zhiyuan out.
Hen Zhiyuan was drunk, his head was heavy, his feet floated, and his eyelids were so heavy they couldn’t be opened; the sounds beside his ear drifted in and out, giving him a sense of disorientation.
With effort, Guan Qing dragged him out of the club. Looking at Hen Zhiyuan’s sleeping face, sothing stirred in her heart, and she leaned back and gently kissed his lips.
Hen Zhiyuan, vaguely sensing a warm softness on his lips, licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and suddenly, a strange sensation passed through him—a fluttering sensation, a rush of blood speeding throughout his body, a boiling sensation...
Alcohol magnifies one’s senses!
When Hen Zhiyuan opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful woman before him, and his heart fluttered.
The impact and sensations brought by sight and body made the tight string in his mind suddenly snap without any defenses.
Yes, at that mont, he didn’t want to control himself; he wanted to break the last line of defense in his heart, to completely act according to his own temperant. He really wanted to... really wanted to...
"Zhiyuan... What if we give ourselves to each other, would that be good?" Guan Qing whispered in his ear.
Hen Zhiyuan silently looked at Guan Qing, and after a long ti, he uttered: "Am I dreaming?"
Guan Qing smiled: "Would you love in your dream?"
"Hmm," Hen Zhiyuan nodded blankly.
"Good. Then love ."
..........
In a grand hotel, inside a guest room.
Clothes were strewn ssily on the floor.
The sacred military green had been stained by red wine, bunched up and tangled with that red coat.
The bed sheets had already been tousled beyond recognition by the two people tangled up in them.
They were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the clicking sounds.
And they didn’t know whether heaven or hell awaited them next.
..........
In the dead of night.
Yan Huan, with a large cara hanging around her neck, sneaked out of the hotel, then boldly barged into the important ward on the fourth floor of the military hospital.
At that mont, Qin Jian was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, still holding his wife in his arms.
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