Chapter 45

He walked into the coffee shop and brought in a cold breeze that was quickly blown away by the air conditioning. He leisurely walked to the table and sat down, looking at the woman in front of him.

As a woman, her vanity was unavoidably satisfied when she heard the sounds of breathing coming from her surroundings.

Meng Shaoting looked at her and saw that she was also wearing a black, body strengthening windbreaker on the back of a chair. Inside was a black, skintight, long sweater, which made her already delicate body even more curvaceous and curvaceous. Meng Shaoting's gaze uncontrollably fell on the front of her chest, and the straight, soft and charming lines made his throat unconsciously tighten, as he had not touched her for a long time.

Meng Shaoting forced himself to shift his gaze away and look at her face. Her long hair was tied up behind her head, revealing a forehead that was as smooth as jade, her eyes were not very beautiful, but unusually clear, and her nose was not tall either. It was a delicate yet smooth line, the shape of her lips was a little thin, but the color of her lips was extremely enchanting pink.

She was a woman who made people feel comfortable just by looking at her.

Unknowingly, she was like a cup of hot chocolate, slowly seeping into his internal organs, causing him to unconsciously lose control of himself.

"What's the matter?" She was also looking at him, Meng Shaoting just sat there, and already had a fifteen-point imposing aura around him. Looking down, he saw that the joints on the fingers were intertwined together, like beautiful jade on the black tablecloth, and Jing Zhi could not help but bite his lower lip, and his face had a blush: "Is your ankle ready?"

Meng Shaoting slightly nodded, and nervously swallowed his saliva, lowering his eyes, not daring to look at him: "Can you go home tonight?"

"No." He immediately opened his mouth and was stunned. He raised his eyes and asked, "Why?"

"Give me a reason." Meng Shaoting's eyes lit up, like a sharp sword that was about to throw her chest aside, he saw clearly what she was thinking.

"I heard you're going on a business trip. Three more months, so …"

"Do you miss me?" He tapped on the table with his finger and leaned back lazily. His firm and resolute lower jaw slightly raised as a domineering and threatening aura emanated from him.

Jingzhi's face turned red. The dizziness grew deeper, but he still nodded his head with all his strength. His finger moved slowly from the table to cover the back of his hand, lightly covering it. "I miss you."

Meng Shaoting's eyes had a brief luster in them, but they quickly faded into a thick darkness, "But I don't want to go back."

The disappointment in his eyes was very obvious. Meng Shaoting even felt that the palm of his hand that covered the back of his hand turned ice-cold for a moment.

"But you can come to my hotel for a few days." "Jingwen, I don't seem to be able to guess what you're thinking. However, I've heard that the more I can't guess what that woman's thoughts are, the easier it is for me to be attracted to her. Perhaps, right now, I'm somewhat attracted to you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up. Quietly, he felt his hand being held tightly for a moment, before he slowly let go. His tall body bent down, intimately pressing against her ear as he mumbled, "Tonight at eight o'clock, I'll be waiting for you in the room."