ld night, Leng Ye asked over the phone: "That woman Ji Siyan was actually your ex-girlfriend, right""Yes." Leng Zhujing was stunned for a moment before faintly replying. He thought his elder brother h...Benson patted Ming Sichan's shoulder comfortingly.
Master Ming arranged for Benson to be placed in his own villa, under the care of Pei Xuanyan. He also arranged for their personal doctor, Ying Guangji, to come and see him.
Pei Xuan Yan saw Benson, who was tall and muscular with a tough guy vibe, and couldn't help but run downstairs to complain to Ming Sihan: "I'm not your maid, why should I take care of an outsider"
"Then don't live at my place!" Ming Sihan stood behind the bar, making Benson his favorite blue cocktail from an M country bar.
On his way home just now, Benson kept clamoring for this.
Pei Xuanyan crawled on the bar counter, watching Ming Sihan's skillful bartending movements. Elegant and noble, it was hard to imagine what had happened to him during those four years in M country.
Mingshan had changed. He was no longer as impulsive and headstrong as he was in his youth. He had become more mature and composed than before.
Even, sometimes, a single word from him was enough to silence her.
"Aren't you afraid I'll tattle on you" Pei Xuanyan raised her willow eyebrows.
Ming Sihan didn't even glance at Pei Xuanyan, indifferently saying, "You can try."
Pei Xuan yan was speechless.
After Ming Sichan had poured the wine, he took it upstairs to Ben Sen.
After Ying Guiji finished checking on Benson, she saw Ming Sihan holding a cocktail in his hand and smiled as he reminded her, "Just one."
"Heard that" Ming Sihan handed the highball glass to Benson.
Benson sat in his wheelchair, raising his lips in a smile. “Understood.”
Yingguangji tidied up the medical kit and, as he walked out, casually closed the door for the two of them.
Ming Sihan sat on the windowsill, curling his left leg, resting one hand on his knee, and gazing out the window thoughtfully.
"Next, what are you going to do" Benson took a sip of his cocktail and then exclaimed, "This tastes better than anything my professional bartender could make!"
"Naturally, we will fight George to the very end." Ming Sihan's black eyes deepened with a hint of ruthlessness.
On the other side, in a hotel suite, Kana learned over the phone that Benson had been rescued. She was furious and smashed everything in the suite she could get her hands on.
Originally, Ming Sihan readily agreed to her marriage proposal. He only did so to make her let down her guard and seize the opportunity to rescue Benson.
Bright, imperial, cold!
Kahna clenched her fists in annoyance, her beautiful manicured nails nearly digging into her palms.
If she can't have him, then he shouldn't even think about getting Lian Xing'er!
After Ming Sihan's company promotional video was finalized, Lian Xing didn't have any contact with him anymore. Instead, she returned to her master director Qiu Wenyan's side with Lang An.
Following Qiu Wen-yan as an apprentice means running around with the film crew.
To avoid special treatment, the crew stayed in a regular hotel. Even Xing'er brought Lang'an along, and they stayed together. Though she wasn’t used to it and complained about everything, she no longer threw tantrums like a spoiled child.
Lian Xing'er found the bed sheets, blankets, and pillows in the hotel dirty, so Lang An proactively replaced them with things he had brought from home.
As a lone man and woman sharing a room, they were bound to be the subject of gossip.
Lian Xing'er had already gotten used to it and didn't care anymore.
Lang An simply turned a deaf ear to it.
After showering, Xing'er crossed her legs and sat on the bed, reading through the script and making notes.
Lang An saw that Lian Xing'er's hair was wet and dripping, so he took the hairdryer and proactively blew her hair dry.
As soon as the warm breeze blew, even Xing'er, who was looking at the script in her hands, started yawning one after another, and then she fell asleep with her head tilted back.
Lang An couldn't help but smile, putting down the hairdryer in his hand, bending over to adjust Lian Xing'er's pillow for her, and pulling the blanket up to cover her.
For four years, he was practically inseparable from Lian Xing'er.
He almost knew her every emotion, her temperament and personality.
Lang An got up, turned off the lights, and lay down on the single bed next to him.
He had only closed his eyes for a short while when, suddenly, something came to mind. The moment he opened his eyes, his body instinctively sprang up from the bed.
At the most crucial moment, Lang An rushed over and nimbly caught Lian Xing'er who had rolled off the bed.
Lián Xing'er slept soundly, so much so that she didn't even realize when she fell off the bed.
Lang An hugged Lian Xing'er and got up, looking at the single bed, shaking his head in pain.
The double bed was too narrow, not big enough for the young lady of the house to roll around on.
Lang An let out a sigh and gently placed Lian Xing'er back on the bed. Then, he moved two bedside tables between the beds and joined them together.
This width should be enough for Miss's restless sleeping posture to run wild.
Lang An covered Lian Xing'er with the quilt again, took a pillow, and lay down alone on the sofa beside her.
Lien Xing'er slept soundly until she woke up naturally. She stretched lazily and saw that the two beds had become one, and she was still sleeping in the center. She was a little dumbfounded.
At this moment, Lang An just finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Lian Xing'er was already awake and immediately explained, "I slept on the sofa last night."
This is an incredibly strong will to survive!
During these four years, he wasn't completely without sleeping in the same bed as Lian Xing'er.
But if he wanted to sleep with her, he'd have to "transform."
Otherwise...
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