2949: C2949 Xie Zecheng Returned to the Country

C2949 Xie Zecheng Returned to the Country

Before Shen Guanlin could finish his words, a delicate figure jumped into his arms.

He subconsciously hugged Ding Ruirui tightly, and his empty heart was instantly filled.

The next moment, he heard Ding Ruirui's apologetic voice. "You don't have to apologize to me. I misunderstood you. I'm sorry to Shen Guanlin..."

Ding Ruirui felt very sorry for her misunderstanding of Shen Guanlin. It turned out that everything he did was to protect her, and she actually blamed him instead...

Ding Ruirui sniffed and hugged Shen Guanlin again.

She buried her head in Shen Guanlin's arms, so she did not see the dark light in the man's eyes.

Shen Guanlin hugged Ding Ruirui tightly as if he was hugging a treasure that he had lost and regained. He thought that he had to think of a way to keep Ding Ruirui by his side forever.

Something like today could not happen again.

...

At night, Nan Yichun returned home from work.

There was a quiet path outside the community. There was a row of dim yellow street lights that were not as bright as the main road.

A slender figure was reflected on the ground. She was holding a shoe in one hand and a phone in the other.

She stopped after taking two steps. She bent down slightly and rubbed her aching heels. She continued to speak as if nothing had happened. "Do you think Xie Zecheng hasn't come back yet? Is he trying to avoid me?"

Her tone sounded as if nothing had happened. However, she was actually very depressed in her heart. Xie Zexian clearly said that he would be back in ten days at the latest, but in the end, he was still in America.

Nan Yichun was so depressed that he kicked the stone under his feet.

His good friend, Chen Xin Yi, teased, "The path of pursuing a husband is long. Besides, you are already about to win. Can't wait these few days?"

Nan Yichun lightly snorted, "Humph, if he still doesn't come back, I won't want him anymore."

"Oh, our Nan Da Miss is so free and easy?"

Nan Yichun's red lips rose slightly and there was a smile on his face, "Of course."

"Since you are so willing, then I will not be polite. I have many friends who like people as outstanding as the great designer Xie."

Nan Yichun choked. Just as he was about to retort her, he caught a glimpse of a shadow following him from the corner of his eye.

The small path was quiet, with only two rows of leaves rustling. The environment was strange and terrifying.

Her senses were enlarged, and she suddenly felt that the footsteps behind her were getting closer. Accompanied by a series of strange "Hahaha," sounds, like some kind of animal, it was especially terrifying.

Nan Yichun's scalp went numb. She secretly glanced at that figure twice, and could vaguely make out that it was the outline of a man.

Her heart instantly trembled. Her fingers that were holding onto the phone involuntarily tightened and her footsteps quickened.

Not far behind her, the man's facial features were covered with a layer of shadow. Under the light, he flickered between brightness and darkness. His eyes were as deep as ink and as one with the twilight, so deep that one could not see the bottom.

A white shirt and a gray coat. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, and the lines of his forearm were firm and smooth. His shoulders were wide, and his waist was narrow. He wore a pair of dark pants, which made his legs long and straight.

He was tall, and his long legs were well-proportioned, wrapped in his pants. He cast a longer shadow on the ground.

It was Xie Zexian, who was still in America.

He did not say anything to disturb Nan Yichun, who was in front of him. He smiled with interest.

He had heard everything she said just now. She did not want him anymore?0

Xie Ze thought. He did not agree.

"Ah Chun? Why didn't he say anything? Nan Yichun?" Chen Xin Yi had talked a lot by herself, but she found that there was no response from the other end of the phone.

There were very few people on the small road. No matter how brave Nan Yichun was, he was still a woman who could not even truss a chicken. When faced with this kind of situation, it was inevitable that he would feel nervous.

At this time, at this location, thinking about the recent social security news incident, Nan Yichun's palms were already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

What should he do...

She swallowed her throat and forced herself to calm down. Suddenly, she remembered the method to deal with tailing. She hurriedly changed her sweet voice and softly said, "Darling, when are you coming home?"

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, enough to reach the ears of the man behind her.

When Xie Zecai heard her voice, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

My dear?

Who was she talking to?

The man, Qing Juan, had an expressionless face. He raised his eyes and looked indifferently at Miao Man's figure in front of him. His eyes inadvertently looked down. It was the slender waist of the dress that was placed down. As he walked, he revealed a piece of tender and fair skin. Then, he looked down...

He pulled back the Czech Wolfdog's rope in his hand and looked away.

Women are really fickle creatures. Just now, they were chatting with me on my phone, and now they are calling me dear.

Xie Zexing laughed lightly, his heart aching.

He has no intention of listening to other people speak on the phone, but Nan Yichun deliberately clenches his throat. Jiaojiao's soft voice is like a completely different person from usual. His thoughts are involuntarily led away by her.

So, who was she chatting with?

Male or female?

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