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His hand was moving recklessly, but his eyes were locked onto that woman's body.

His short hair was casually scattered across his shoulders, and he washed his white jeans. He wore an ordinary T-shirt, but it was just that his back was unyielding.

Somehow, his heart was filled with frustration and anger. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and fiercely kissed the woman's lips. "Qian'er, you're so beautiful …"

However, the feeling in his heart was very calm. He didn't even have a single thought.

Lifting her head, her figure stood there silently, just in time to see a side face, smooth lines, with traces of stubbornness and an unspeakable light worry.

He didn't know why, but his heartstrings seemed to have been plucked …

The wind blew her bangs, and her smooth forehead was very much like a person's. He suddenly became absent-minded, and his fingers stopped on that woman's body.

Lin Qian pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and climbed onto his arms. "Hao, why aren't you continuing?"

"It would be too disappointing to have someone stand outside …"

He pushed the woman in his embrace away and turned his gaze. Sure enough, her back stiffened even more. The disdain in her lips deepened.

Shen Canghao still wanted to look, but the bus she was waiting for had arrived at the right time …

She jumped onto the platform happily and was about to get on the car, but stopped for a moment, turned around, and looked at the two of them with disdain, "Doing this kind of thing here is not what a person of status like Mister Shen does, or is it because your woman is too cheap and does not deserve to stay in a hotel?"

She waved her hand and smiled brilliantly. "Then, goodbye Mister Shen, Miss Lin!"

She jumped into the car and dropped the coin into the coin box. She found a seat and sat down. Perhaps it was because she was drunk, but the car became more and more blurry, and her face became wet …

When he got home through the dark alleyway, his stepmother was already asleep. It seemed like Mi Yang hadn't come back yet, and his father's room was dark. He pushed open the door with a gentle smile and turned on the dim light.

"Dad!" She had just come home a little late, and her stepmother and dad hadn't even wanted to go to the toilet. Seeing the mess on the bed, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry, "Dad, it's Yan'er that's bad. Yan'er, can you give Dad a bath now?"