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"Han Yu brought Lin Qian to his little villa."

"Have they met before?"

The meaning of the bodyguard's report was obvious, it was possible that Lin Qian was also secretly in love with Han Yu.

It was obvious that the air had become colder, the bodyguard's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, the young master was not interested in Lin Qian, if the ring had been lost, Lin Qian would not have received such treatment.

Leng Ye Chen suddenly laughed, with his arms behind his head, a smile of ridicule on his face. What's wrong with that woman's head? If he didn't like it, how would he have liked that rich second generation?

"Han Yu has a good reputation. He is known for being kind and gentle, but in private, he is actually a playboy who likes to play with women."

After some thought, the bodyguard added.

Those rich people of theirs would always have some well-dressed scum.

"Is he a freak?"

Leng Ye Chen understood the meaning behind the bodyguard's words and stood up, the pair of eyes that was covered by the bangs in front of his forehead became as deep as the ocean.

"Well, yes."

The bodyguard lowered his head and replied.

"Where's the address?"

Leng Ye Chen coldly said as he stood up.

That stupid woman always said he was perverted. She had probably never seen a true pervert before.

Lin Qian's heart was in a panic, her throat felt tight, and she sat down on the sofa. Han Yu walked over and took a cup of water for her.

"How long have you been offending that man?"

Han Yu also sat down opposite to her. Compared to before, Han Yu now felt more at ease, and other things, made her feel weird.

However, this was their home, so it was normal for them to relax.

"About ten days."

Lin Qian replied obediently. She held the cup of water in her hands without drinking.

"So that's how it is."

That day, he had clearly seen Lin Qian getting into Leng Ye Chen's car, and had obviously already been caught before. Could it be that she had committed some sort of crime again?

Not long after knowing her, Leng Ye Chen was actually interested in such an ordinary woman. Could it be that Lin Qian had other secrets that he did not know?

But no matter what, this woman was Leng Ye Chen's woman.

Lin Qian was staring at Han Yu the entire time, her nervous face was red, and she did not dare to move an inch.

His body was stiff.

"Why aren't you drinking water?"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Lin Qian, then raised his head and drank the wine in his cup.

"Uh, oh, okay."

Lin Qian finally reacted after a long time, now that Han Yu seemed to be saying something, she anxiously raised her cup and drank a mouthful of warm water.

After chatting with Han Yu for a while more, Lin Qian took out the old and broken down phone that An Guo had given her, and sent a message to An Guo with a lowered head.

This villa was already very big in Lin Qian's eyes. Although it couldn't be compared to the Leng Jia, it was still very lonely and desolate, to the point that it made people feel afraid. She could only look down at her phone to ease the nervousness they had inside.

Gradually, Lin Qian felt like she was falling asleep.

The scenery in front of his eyes blurred as Lin Qian's body swayed a few times. Then, he collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

Water splashed along the sofa. The cup fell to the ground and rolled.

Han Yu was still seated opposite him, tugging at his collar, the previous gentleness and gentleness gone, leaving behind only coldness and Evil Qi.

He really wanted to see what was so special about Leng Ye Chen's woman.