Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 117 Come, Play with Me
She sent the express to Jian Yi. There should be fragile items inside, so the package was well wrapped with three layers inside and outside. It was estimated to arrive in three or two days. Lin Qingruan called again at the right time.

She asked, "Did you receive the stuff?"

"Ah."

Jian Yi didn't say what it was, but the moment the phone was connected, she could almost cry, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably. It was a kind of unforgettable sadness, a love that came belatedly.

It was a music box they ordered in Hokkaido. It took more than three months to make, and it was shipped across the ocean, with a bumpy ride.

Jian Yi pressed the middle switch, and bright and brisk music began to play as the ballet dancer in the center turned.

When the music stops at a certain point, the deep and mellow voice of a man follows.

Jin Yanchen said: "Jian Yi, I want to marry you."

That was one of the few serious moments in his life, and the first time he openly expressed his love. No matter what happened in the future, at least at this moment, he and she shared the same earnest expectations.

Jian Yi burst into tears. She listened to these words over and over again, and continued to cry in the empty room.

She cried until her eyes were swollen like walnuts, but she walked out the door as if nothing had happened.

But she never dared to return to Kyoto again, and never dared to set foot on the land full of their memories.
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When she woke up, it was almost dark. She hadn't eaten much all day and her stomach was feeling empty. Lin Qingruan just happened to come over with a bag. She quickly pulled out two pieces of clothes from the cloakroom for her to change into, looking very heroic and confident.

Jian Yi was still asleep. When she was almost awake, Lin Qingruan was already pulling off her pajamas and trying to put the dark green suspender dress on her.

It was a deep V halter dress, the same one in a certain movie. The entire back was hollowed out, and the whole dress was held together by only two or three thin straps. The fabric was as smooth as satin, and it swayed beautifully with every step forward.

Although he had to admit that Lin Qingruan had a sharp eye after years of immersion in the entertainment industry, Jian Yi couldn't help but ask, "Qingruan, are you sure you want to treat me to dinner instead of taking me to a red carpet show?"

"Don't think too much. Our current celebrities can't take you to the red carpet." Lin Qingruan looked at her carefully and joked, "But if you enter the entertainment industry, you may be able to walk on the red carpet in a year."

By night, the whole street became lively just as Lin Qingruan had said. The underground parking garage was full of cars, and the most eye-catching one was Lin Qingruan's red supercar.

As soon as the car door opened, Mo Yucheng called.

"Lin Qingruan, you're not at home tonight?"

"No, don't come to see me tonight." Lin Qingruan said in a very impolite tone.

Mo Yucheng sneered: "Why, are you having an affair behind my back?"

"So what."

Lin Qingruan inserted the car key and hung up the phone. She really didn't give Mo Yucheng face over the years. This young master didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He refused to break up with her even after arguing and scolding her.

Sometimes I was so angry at her scolding that I would grit my teeth and fight back in bed.

On the other side, Mo Yucheng just came down from the conference room. He had been in meetings for the whole day. When he was about to leave, he received a call from his old man at home. They talked about the same thing again and again. He said that he was not young anymore and should hurry up to find a wife who was of equal status.

Mo Yucheng sneered: "Who would like me? I am just an illegitimate child brought back from outside."

The old man was very disappointed: "The Liang family had such a good marriage two years ago, but you ruined it because of your own incompetence. Now that the storm has passed and I still have a say, I can arrange another marriage."

"We'll discuss this later." Mo Yucheng said lazily. Now that he has come out with Jin Yanchen to work on his own, he has some confidence in his words. "For the time being, I don't need to rely on women to make a living."

The old man was so angry that he was speechless. He had always looked down on his status and criticized him from head to toe.

Mo Yucheng had been busy all day, and before he could even eat a hot meal he was scolded. He was already in a bad mood, so he called Jiangshan Mansion. Lin Qingruan told him not to go home tonight.

He threw his phone and cursed inwardly. Then the bank payment text message dinged and he looked down and saw that he spent 88888 at a club.

How much does it cost to drink a few bottles of wine?
Mo Yucheng sneered repeatedly, completely unable to sit still. He went out without driving and knocked on the door of the meeting room, "Yanchen, lend me your car."

Jin Yanchen raised his eyes to look at him, threw the car keys to him, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "Are you arguing with that person at home again?"

Mo Yucheng's career has been very successful in the past two years, but he just happened to fail because of a woman. He has made many jokes in the past two years. Half of the entertainment gossips in the past two years were contributed by him.

He couldn't stand Jin Yanchen's leisurely and elegant manner of holding a cup and brewing tea. Suddenly he thought of something, paused, turned around and said to him -
"High-end club, spending 88888, % of them are male models."

Mo Yucheng smiled wryly: "Your woman is here too."

It was eleven o'clock in the evening and the place was just starting to heat up. Lin Qingruan booked a booth on the first floor in advance. In her words, the booth on the first floor was much more comfortable than the one on the second floor.

Now that we have come here, of course we want to see the excitement.

Jian Yi was a little socially anxious at first, but she couldn't resist Lin Qingruan pulling her to the dance floor. There were unfamiliar faces everywhere, all kinds of people leaning against each other. The rhythm of the music was obvious and the melody was high-pitched, and her body couldn't help but sway with the rhythm.

The wine here comes in various colors. They mixed green tea and cola together, which made Jian Yi frown.

But after taking a sip, it tastes surprisingly good.

The girl with red lips lazily leaned on the bar and ordered a cocktail. Her big wavy hair was as thick as seaweed.

After a while, she embraced someone in the dim light, and joy and desire were released in this place.

As Lin Qingruan said, this place is indeed a top ten place to relieve stress.

The rock music was so deafening that even the words had to be shouted to be heard.

Lin Qingruan waved his hand and opened a pile of wine. A row of bartenders brought it up one by one. Each of them was wearing a black suit and tie. When they leaned over, the smell of perfume and alcohol rushed in together. With the music, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air was amazing.

Lin Qingruan shouted to her directly: "Yiyi, you can play as you like, I'm using Mo Yucheng's card anyway."

Jian Yi was playing dice out of boredom. She was lucky tonight and both times she threw the dice she got a straight.

The wind from the dance floor blew over her head, and her long hair stuck to her red lips. She reached out to brush it away, then tilted her head back and took a sip of wine. She was indifferent to the bustle in front of her, as if she was used to it.

The bartender came over at this time, shaking the dice in his hand, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Sister, how about I play a few rounds with you?"

Jian Yi supported her chin with the back of her hand and glanced back at him, her red lips curled into an interested smile. After all, she had been in the world of romance for a few years, so she was comfortable in this kind of occasion.

She asked with interest: "How to play?"

As soon as the words fell, an emotionless voice sounded from behind -
"like to play?"

There was no need to look back. Jian Yi was so familiar with this voice that it was almost engraved in her bones. Her back suddenly stiffened, and the playful smile disappeared. Even the movement of turning around became stiff.

Jin Yanchen stood diagonally opposite her with his hands in his pockets.

Among a group of men and women who were partying and embracing each other, he was the most outstanding one standing out. He had a reserved temperament, a distinguished look, and an air of laziness and recklessness that could not be concealed from his body. The bar girls kept looking at him, but he walked towards them with heavy and steady steps.

"Can you play?"

With every step he took forward, the tone of his voice became lower.

In the end, Jin Yanchen impatiently pulled off his bow tie and squeezed through the annoying crowd. He tied her hands with his tie, leaned over and pressed her down on the black sofa.

He pushed his knees between her legs and pressed hard on her lips with an arrogant and presumptuous attitude.

"Come."

"play me."