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Yan Luoluo suddenly opened her eyes wide, this bastard actually took advantage of her!

She tried to push him away, but he held her hands tightly.

Yan Luoluo did not dare to struggle too fiercely, and closed his eyes, allowing the man in front of him to pick them up.

She had already been kissed by him. If Lu Zhinian could see that this was all a play, wouldn't she suffer a huge loss?

Since they had already kissed, facing this ambiguous scene, the manager and the hotel staff immediately shifted their gaze and turned to Lu Zhinian: "Sir, please."

Lu Zhinian looked at the two in his embrace gloomily. His eyes were gloomy and hard to discern, but he finally released his fist and turned to leave the room.

Once Lu Zhinian left, Yan Luoluo immediately pushed him away.

"Just now …" "Thank you for just now."

Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard. She said, "Also, the hotel must have made a mistake in my room. I'm sorry that I did misunderstand you. But no matter what, we did not lose anything. That kiss just now could be considered as a repayment for you acting with me. "

Yan Luoluo frantically struggled out of Mu Beihan's embrace, picked up her bag with a pale face and rushed out of the room without even looking back.

Mu Beihan could see clearly that when she was running out of the door, she was wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

His face darkened, and the murderous light in his eyes became even sharper.

How many women were about to faint after he kissed them on the back of their hands? How could this woman feel wronged after being kissed by him?

Furthermore, she despised him!

But he remembered her name, Yan Luoluo.

She'd better pray that he didn't run into her again.

When Yan Luoluo ran out of the room, her heart was already in turmoil.

It had been five years. She thought that these five years had made her forget everything that had happened in the past.

But when Lu Zhinian appeared in front of his, she realized that everything in the past had never disappeared.

And the moment he turned his lonely back, she actually felt incomparable pain, as if someone was ruthlessly pinching her heart.

Could it be that she still loved him …

Yan Luoluo arrived at the first floor of the hotel in a flustered state. Her phone rang, requesting a video.

Yan Luoluo immediately took out her phone, and saw his son's profile picture on the screen. Looking at the little fellow's innocent smile, Yan Luoluo's bad mood was instantly driven away by half.

She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and answered the call.

"Mommy, when are you coming back?" On the phone's screen, his son Yan Qingfan pouted in disappointment.

Yan Luoluo looked at the time. It was currently 11.30pm, and in France, it was around 2pm.

The little guy looked like he had just finished his afternoon nap, and was still drowsy. As for Yan Luoluo, looking at her cute son with her messy little hair sticking to her handsome forehead, her nose started to ache, and she couldn't wait to fly back to the little guy's side.

"Fanfan can wait a little longer, Mommy will be able to go back on Sunday. You can drink a bottle of milk every day, and save up seven bottles, and Mommy will be able to go back."

Yan Luoluo said as she walked to the sofa area of the hotel lobby and sat down, continuing to video chat with her son.

Xiao Qingfan frowned, "Mommy, why are you crying? Has anyone bullied you? "

Yan Luoluo was startled by her son's question, she anxiously wiped away the tears on her face and explained: "Nope, I just entered the sand."

"Really …"

"It's true!" Yan Luoluo forced a big smile.

From the beginning, this little guy was more mature than his peers, and seemed to be especially concerned about his mother. Now, he was only four and a half years old, just like a small adult.

And the more sensible he got, the more Yan Luoluo felt her heart ache.

Xiao Qingfan looked at her worriedly, as if he didn't believe him. He held his phone and said to the person beside his, "Uncle Jinchuan, look, is Mommy crying?"

In the few days after Yan Luoluo returned to her country, it was her high school classmate, Cheng Jinchuan, that helped her take care of her child.

When Cheng Jinchuan's handsome face appeared on the phone's screen, Yan Luoluo had long wiped away the tears on his face, but she could still see the red eyes.

"Little Luo, what happened?"

"No, it's just that I haven't been back for a long time. I feel a little regretful." She gave a perfunctory reply, "Oh right, is Fanfan obedient today? Did you disturb your work? "

"Fanfan is very obedient, don't worry." Cheng Jinchuan looked at her gently, "If you run into any problems over there, tell me, don't push yourself. I still have a lot of friends in the country that I can help with."

"I know, you've said it many times." Yan Luoluo finally revealed a smile.

"Mommy! "Who is that uncle?" Xiao Qingfan suddenly asked with his eyes wide open.

At this time, Yan Luoluo was sitting alone in the resting area of the hotel lobby. She didn't know who her son was talking about, so she followed the direction of the camera and looked back.

He just saw the Director Mu standing outside the elevator. His face was ugly and the assistant was behind him carrying his luggage. Meanwhile, the hotel manager was apologizing non-stop to ask him to stay.

It seemed that the matter just now had displeased this important figure, which was why he decided to check out.

Yan Luoluo didn't want to meet with that guy's eyes, so she quickly turned her head and continued to speak to the Xiao Qingfan in the video: "Mummy doesn't know that uncle either, what's wrong?"