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She thought someone had fallen, so she rushed over to help.

"Miss, should I call 120?" Zhong Wanqiu shouted loudly as he rushed towards the stairwell.

"Ah …" The woman's shrieks suddenly rang out. In the eyes of Zhong Xianqiu, what followed was a chaotic scene to behold, a chaotic scene to behold.

In front of him, Leng Mujing was dressed neatly, from top to bottom, there was nothing wrong with his shirt and pants, there wasn't even a little crease. However, one of his hands had landed on the woman's chest, the position of his hand was really … It was really … Is not suitable for children...

Ah …" Ah … "Ahh!" "This time, it was Zhong Wanqiu who screamed. She really did not expect to see such a scene, because the woman was extremely embarrassed. The top of her shirt had been unbuttoned, and the worst thing was that her skirt had fallen to her knees …

This was in broad daylight, this was in the office building.

That scene made Zhong Wanqiu's face turn red with embarrassment as he turned around and ran. He immediately threw the matter of him calling 120 to the back of his mind.

Her two legs could run as fast as a rabbit's, but no matter how fast she was, Leng Mian's long legs could not be faster. With a stride, he caught up to her.

The pain was so excruciating that Zhong Wanqiu had no choice but to stop running as he was forced to do so. He was carried to the front of the youth by Leng Mu as if he was a little chick.

Lowering her head, she no longer dared to look at the man and woman before her. It was as if she was the one who had revealed herself in the stairwell and not the woman.

"Put..." "Let me go." It was a soft voice, and when she thought of the scene from a moment ago, her face turned red and her heart started pounding.

That was the first time she saw the ambiguous scene of a man and a woman together.

"It's you?" It seemed that he hadn't expected it to be her, so when he saw her, he was surprised for a split-second. "Ah! I remember now. Are you called Zhong Xiuqiu?" As if suddenly recalling something, Leng Muxian looked at her with a twinkling gaze.

"Yes, yes, I'm Zhong Xiuqiu. Let me go."

Leng Mian's hand finally let go of her, but she didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment on her face. She casually asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I... I want you to be responsible for me. " After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to speak in a soft voice.

"What responsibility?"

"Didn't you... "It's not …" Her brain was starting to feel numb, and she didn't know what to say.

You have to compensate me for my clothes. Don't think that just because I paid for the hotel room for you, you can stick to me without a care. You can check and find out.

"I... "I …" She was getting more and more confused as she could not understand what he was saying.

"I've said it before, I have never lacked women. I've seen many ways to deal with them, but look, which one succeeded? "Zhong Xiuqiu, don't even think about it."

"I... I don't want to pester you, it's just that, it's just that, I … "I …"

"You didn't want to pester me?" Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows, then looked down at her with his arms crossed. "If that's the case, then you can leave. I don't want to see you again." He walked past her to his office.