Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1819, 1866 Who said I do not love you? 3

He obviously only missed him in the middle of the night, so why did he make a phone call, so he could just say that he broke up?

Long Yan couldn't wait to slap himself, what he said was the water that was poured out, and now he couldn't take it out.

If Yan Qing really cares about him, he must regret to death now, regretting that he has been left out these days, Long Yan thinks so, and feels a bit of revenge pleasure, as long as Yan Qing calls to recover, he will be able to reconcile. It's not a big deal either.

After losing his temper, the frustration he couldn't spit out seemed relieved, but he was a little happy.

His head was filled with the annoyed expression of Yan Qing's remorse. The more he thought about it, the more joyful he was, but the phone didn't ring for a long time, and his happy mood slowly ebbed, and his anxiety was like waves hitting him.

Yan Qing probably didn't care at all, cared about getting words, and at the moment he was madly calling him, and his mood plummeted in a blink of an eye!

Long Yan wrapped himself in the quilt, really discouraged, and felt more and more indifferent to the relationship with Yan Qing. It was like this for more than a week to find a personal life. Life is simply a fantasy.

He couldn't fall asleep, playing games, surfing the web, watching movies, and playing games in the quilt.

Finally, I got up and returned to the office by myself. After working hard, my mind slowly calmed down.

At 3:30 in the night, the buzzing sound of the helicopter came from his ears. Long Yan listened quietly. He walked to the window and looked out. He didn't see anything, but he was always alert. How could there be a helicopter in the middle of the night? sound?

Intuitively, the helicopter landed on the roof.

Could there be commercial espionage who came to the cold to steal trade secrets in the dark?

Long Yan became vigilant, took out the pistol from the safe, turned off the light and walked out, then took out his mobile phone to call the security department on duty and asked them to send someone over before heading towards the roof.

He hadn't walked to the roof, and his steps were hidden. In the dark corridor, he heard a regular sound of footsteps, from far to near, da, da, da...

Hearing the sound, I felt that the sound of footsteps was a bit familiar, but the sound of footsteps in the quiet night, even if they were familiar, made him more vigilant. When the enemy is unknown, he pulled the safety latch and disappeared in the dark.

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

What a daring thief, he dared to blatantly turn on the lights and ran to Leng's Building.

Long Yan lowered his face and looked through the dim light in the distance. He was tall and slender, about 1.9 meters. The point was...the light flashed suddenly and hit his face, Long Yan subconsciously mastered Blocked, while raising the gun.

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

"boom!"

"Long Yan?"

Gunfire and Yan Qing's voice came at the same time, Long Yan shook his hand, and Yan Qing flashed quickly.

The bullet hit the wall, leaving a groove.

Yan Qing looked around, his face unchanged, but walked in front of him a few steps, a gloom faintly flashing under his eyes.

"You want to murder your husband?"

After speaking, his lips were tightened, and the flashlight function of the phone was turned off. The line of sight instantly dimmed, and the corridor was pitch black, only the sound of each other's breathing, the words were steady, and Long Yan's breath was slightly heavy with lingering fears.

The moment Yan Qing was kissed, Long Yan’s spear in his hand threw a few meters away. Long Yan's eyes widened, but he didn't react. He was already entangled in Yan Qing's body, breathing fast, like a mad dog. The answer.

(End of this chapter)