705: It seems a little abnormal

It seems a little abnormal

After he finished speaking, he curved his lips and revealed his usual warm smile.2

It was very natural.

Lin Yiqian's suspicions were cleared when she recalled the roses and ring that he had given her in country M.

She smiled and nodded."I see."

She was thinking about how she should answer song Changlin when he asked her why she was there.

"What are you doing here?" song Changlin asked.

Lin Yiqian did not have much time to think as she replied,""I wanted to go and find you."

Then, she thought of the Bug that required a credit card for the elevator and added with a smile,"it wasn't easy for me to swipe my face and get the security guard downstairs to swipe my card for me. I asked him to press the 27th floor for me, but he actually pressed the 28th floor for me."

Song Changlin did not suspect a thing even though Gu nianshen was upset.""It just so happens that I'm going back. Let's go."

As she spoke, Gu nianjia led Lin Yiqian to the staircase.

"Alright," he said.

Lin Yiqian nodded as she followed behind song Changlin. Before they entered the stairwell, she turned to look at the entrance of his house.

She was extremely anxious to get Bai se to explain the situation to her.

"You like Catwoman?"

Song Changlin suddenly asked.

"I don't really like her that much. However, her songs are pretty good." Lin Yiqian shook her head.

He had to be careful when he lied to song Changlin.

He always had the ability to read her mind.

"Did nianjia really introduce you to Catwoman?" Lin Yiqian asked song Changlin.

"She's just messing around." Song Changlin frowned.

He spoke in the same doting tone he always used when he mentioned Gu nianjia.

Lin Yiqian frowned as well."Why are you still going along with it when you know it's nonsense?"

As her uncle, could he not have a bottom line when it came to spoiling his niece?

He had to be obedient when looking for a wife?

If Catwoman wasn't her and he had flirted with a strange woman like this, would he be responsible if he really got seduced?

"Then what can I do?"

Song Changlin shrugged helplessly.

Lin Yiqian was speechless. Gu nianshen's pampering was even worse than his grandparents '. Fortunately, Gu nianjia had not been spoiled by him.

Overall, it was still a little cute.

Lin Yiqian remained silent as she felt that she had nothing else to say.

When they reached the 28th floor, song Changlin swiped his card and opened the door to the stairwell. The two of them then exited the stairwell.

Suddenly, song Changlin seemed to have recalled something as he turned to Lin Yiqian.""Is there something you need from me?"

"Can't I look for you for no reason?" Lin Yiqian raised her brows as she had never thought about this question.

With their friendship, it wasn't strange for him to come over for tea and a chat.

"I'm a little surprised." Song Changlin chuckled.

The two of them talked as they walked.

"I'm here to ask if you have any eight-part love to talk to me about when you're attending the suka Music Festival. " Lin Yiqian changed the topic again.

As she spoke, Lin Yiqian observed song Changlin's reaction."However, you're pretty good at pretending. I can't believe you actually attended that kind of event." Lin Yiqian changed her tone of voice when she noticed that his reaction was calm.

This question was indeed troubling her.

And he was sitting in the central position of the audience, right next to her.

"I'm going on a business trip with a friend in country Y. I shouldn't have told nianjia that I could get in. Catwoman is participating too. She's forcing me to get in touch with Catwoman." Song Changlin replied indifferently.

Gu nianjia again ...

Lin Yiqian was not sure if it was because Gu nianjia had been mentioned too often, but she actually began to suspect something.

She couldn't say what she was suspicious of, but she just felt that something wasn't right.

Lin Yiqian thought about it for a while but could not figure it out. She stopped thinking about it when she arrived at song Changlin's house.

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