The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1804 1866 Who Says I Don't Love You? 3
She obviously only misses him in the middle of the night, so how can she just make a phone call and say goodbye directly?

Long Yan wished he could slap himself, what he said was just water that was spilled, and now he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to.

If Yan Qing really cared about her, he must be regretting to death now, regretting neglecting her these days, Long Yan thought of this, and felt a little pleasure of revenge, thinking that as long as Yan Qing calls to save her, she will be able to reconcile along the way, No big deal either.

After losing her temper, the depression that she could not express in her heart seemed to be relieved, and she was a little happy instead.

Her mind was full of Yan Qing's annoyed expression of remorse at the beginning, and the more she thought about it, the happier she became, but the phone didn't ring for a long time, and the happy mood slowly receded, and her uneasy heart beat towards her like a wave after wave.

Maybe Yan Qing didn't care at all, if he did, he would call her in a frenzy right now, his mood plummeted in a blink of an eye!
Long Yan wrapped himself in the quilt, really discouraged, and felt more and more uncertain about the relationship with Yan Qing, looking for someone to live with for more than a week and it turned out like this, living a lifetime is simply a fantasy.

She couldn't sleep, she played games under the quilt, browsed the web, watched movies, and the more she played, the more she suffered from insomnia.

Finally got up, went back to the office alone, concentrated on work, and my heart slowly calmed down.

At 03:30 in the middle of the night, the sound of a helicopter buzzing came from her ears. Long Yan listened quietly, and went to the window to look outside. She didn't see anything, but she was always on high alert. How could there be a helicopter in the middle of the night? sound?

Intuition, the helicopter landed on the roof.

Could it be that there are commercial spies who come to Leng's in the dark to steal commercial secrets?

Long Yan became vigilant, took out the pistol from the safe, turned off the lights and went out, took out his mobile phone and called the security department on duty, asking them to send someone over, and then went towards the roof.

She hadn't even reached the roof yet, and she was hiding her footsteps. In the dark corridor, she heard a burst of regular footsteps, from far to near, da, da, da...

Hearing the sound, she felt that the footsteps were a little familiar, but the footsteps in the quiet night, even if they were familiar, made her more vigilant. When the enemy and the enemy were unknown, she buckled the safety catch and disappeared in the dark.

There is light in the distance, the light from the flashlight in the phone.

What a bold thief, he dared to blatantly run to Leng's building with the lights on.

Long Yan's face turned cold, and he looked through the hazy light in the distance. He was tall and slender, about 1.9 meters. The point is... the light suddenly flashed on her face, and Long Yan subconsciously blocked it with his hand. He clicked and raised his gun at the same time.

The light stayed on her face for a second, then tilted to the side wall, illuminating his square inch.

"boom!"

"Long Yan?"

Gunshots and Yan Qing's voice came at the same time, Long Yan's hand trembled, and Yan Qing also flashed very fast.

The bullet hit the wall, leaving a groove.

Yan Qing looked over, his expression unchanged, he just walked in front of her a few steps, with a gloomy glint in his eyes.

"You want to murder your own husband?"

After finishing speaking, the lip line was tightly pressed, and the flashlight function of the mobile phone was turned off at the same time, the sight dimmed instantly, the corridor was pitch black, only the sound of each other's breathing, the words were calm, and Long Yan's breathing was slightly heavy.

The moment he was kissed by Yan Qing, the gun in Long Yan's hand was thrown a few meters away with a thud. Long Yan's eyes were wide open, but before he could react, his whole body was already wrapped around Yan Qing's body, breathing rapidly, like a mad dog gnawing back.

(End of this chapter)