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Jane Fan was lying in bed, flipping through her phone to read the news. Tomorrow at class, she would be able to find more common topics to talk about with the police and liven up the atmosphere.

His thumb accidentally clicked on the text message, but the page was still stuck on the two sentences that Ling Chen had sent him.

She felt both angry and a little numb, as if a spell had been cast on her. As soon as she came across something related to Ling Chen, she lost her composure and her emotions.

Forget it, I'm not going to watch it anymore.

Jane Fan deleted the two messages and then blacklisted Ling Chen's number.

He closed his eyes to count the number of dumplings. Today, he was truly tired. Not long after, he fell asleep.

During this week of police training in the Sha Low district, under the care of the night cold, the process was quite happy and smooth.

It was just that whenever there was a need to communicate in detail, Jane Fan would send Zhou Tong to give them more time to be alone.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month. There were two more days until the so-called grand charity dinner.

From what she remembered, she had never been to such an occasion before, so she was a little nervous.

In order to be grateful for the opportunities that Jane Fan had created for her, Zhou Tong had specially gathered a lot of documentaries from other banquets, such as charity or balls, online for her to study.

As Jane Fan was earnestly watching from the sofa, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" Jian Fan looked at Zhou Tong in confusion.

"I'll drive."

"May I ask if Miss Jane Fan is at home?" Outside the door was a uniformed courier, holding a delicate gift box.

Zhou Tong enviously looked at her and excitedly called out, "Come quickly, Xiaofan, your express delivery."

Puzzled, Jane Fan moved to the door and took the card. On it was indeed her name and phone number.

After signing and accepting, Zhou Tong couldn't wait to open the package.

In a gift box on the coffee table, a small dress with a red V-neck and buttocks was presented to them. The high quality material, exquisite touch, fashionable and noble design, the whole thing blinded Zhou Tong's eyes. What made Zhou Tong grin the most was the Chanel logo on the inside of her skirt.

She wasn't wearing it, but she had studied it. This one would take at least two years of her salary. It was bright red, not dye, but drops of blood.

"Xiaofan, your family really has money." Other than sighing, Zhou Tong no longer had anything else to say.

"I didn't buy it, but someone should have given it to me." Jane Fan turned the card over and over, but could not find any useful information.

Zhou Tong stared at her with eyes full of envy. At this moment, she felt her heart ache.

"Who gave it to you? Such a large sum. "Beautiful is truly fortunate. Why didn't my parents give birth to me?"

"Is this dress expensive?"

"Conservative estimate, no more than a hundred thousand."

Whoosh! This time, it was time for Jane Fan to take a deep breath.

Such a large sum reminded her of a person.

Ye Zichen quickly took out his phone and turned on the security guard. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen intercepted calls and a message filled with hostility — vicious!

Jian Fan's heart skipped a beat as he put away the gift box.

"What's wrong? I haven't seen enough. "

"Stop looking, someone might have made a mistake. I have to return it."

As she paced back and forth, she held the phone in her hand, hesitating whether she should call and ask if he had given her the clothes.

It wasn't that a single piece of clothing could do her any good, but rather that this piece of clothing was too expensive for her. Let alone wearing it, she even felt her heart tremble at the sight of it.

At present, with the current price of gold, she could buy a golden necklace that was as thick as her arm and her neck. It was a drop in the bucket for a tycoon, but she couldn't bear it. Oh, no, I do.

After struggling for a long time, it seemed as if he had circled around the bedroom another ten rounds before he finally decided to call the number on the black list to be restored.

Another intense battle broke out in her heart as her fingers lightly touched the number on which she had been struggling for half a day.

"Du …" "Du …" No one answered.

Twice, and still no one answered.

Jane Fan was very angry and told himself that this was the last time. If he still did not accept it, she would rush to the top of the shallow mountain and tear him apart.

"Come down!"

As soon as the call connected, a cold male voice rang out. It was so crisp that there was no room for negotiation.

"Where are you?" How could he do as he pleased like a master?

"Downstairs in your house."

The phone was forcefully hung up. Without caring about the fact that he was still wearing his clothes, she grabbed her gift box and rushed downstairs.

Zhou Tong didn't ask. She only saw the only Aston Martin one-77 in Shallow Water City through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.

Aston Martin was so loud he could hear the horn blaring, and Jane Van stared at Ling Chen, who was wearing sunglasses and acting cool. The car was as flashy as a person.

"Get in."

The car door automatically opened, and Jane Fan sat inside.

"Riche, you gave this to me?" Jane Fan threw the box into his arms.

Ling Chen looked down and asked, "What, you don't like it?"

"You gave it to me. I'm afraid it might cost my life." Jane Fan crossed his arms and said every word unforgiving.

Ling Chen took a deep breath, obviously trying to suppress his surging anger. He had always been easily angered by her, but it hadn't changed since the beginning.

"Why did you blacken my phone number?" He took off his glasses and stared straight into her limpid limpid black eyes.

Jane Fan turned his face away, avoiding his burning gaze. "Disturbing phone calls, of course I have to blacklist."

"Is that so?" Ling Chen leaned to the right and leaned a little closer to her: "Since it's a disturbing call, why do you have to call me now?"

Jian Fan's face turned red from being choked by his anger. "Then why are you still giving me clothes? I don't want it, I won't wear it."

"But I think you must look really good in this." Ling Chen smirked, looking like a little hooligan.

"I don't have time to waste words with you, I've already returned the clothes to you, I'm leaving." Jian Fan turned his head and looked at him seriously. "One last time, I'm not the Jian Fan you were looking for. I don't know you, so please don't disturb my life again."

Before she could reach the door handle, the car was securely locked.

His wrist was gripped by his large palm, and with a tug, he pulled her in front of him.

"Listen up, there is only one Jane Fan in my world, and that is you! "I don't care if you're willing or not, you're still my woman. Don't force me to use any special methods. I don't like doing that to you."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these two sentences from between his teeth. Hearing those words, not only Jian Fan was moved, but also a little cold.

"But I don't know you, and I don't like you. You have no right to do this to me. " Jian Fan raised his head, his eyes were filled with his exquisite face that seemed to be carved from knives and chisels, yet was also frighteningly cold.

The corners of Ling Chen's lips curled up, and with a hint of arrogance and arrogance, he said: "It's alright, love is born in the future."

"What do you mean?" Was he implying that he was going to keep pestering her?

He smiled deeply. "Darling, you don't understand the word 'Japan'. Do you understand the word 'fuck'?"

"You …"

Before she could finish cursing at him, Ling Chen suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pressing her lips against his. Because his movements were too fast, it was easy for Jian Fan to knock his teeth away and attack the city.

He missed her, missed her taste, loved her soft lips, her sweet taste.

Just as the kiss was about to deepen, a "pa" sound rang out and Ling Chen's face was slapped.

Damn, how could he have forgotten that she still had a free hand?

Ling Chen let go of her, his face burning, and in an instant, he had clearly imprinted five finger marks on his face.

Moving the side of his face, Ling Chen felt his mouth go numb.

She was really ruthless!

Ling Chen glared at her with a dark expression.

Jian Fan panicked, but still calmed down. "Let me out."

Ling Chen was truly angry. Without saying anything further, he pressed the Lock button, and the car opened up.

When Jane Fan opened the door and got out of the car, Ling Chen threw his clothes through the window onto the road.

The sound of Aston Martin's throttle rumbled, and as they drove out of the new era apartment in Hong Kong, they saw a breathtaking scenery.

"What the hell."

Jian Fan spat and picked up the gift box on the ground.

If he didn't want it, then so be it. Since he had a lot of money, she decided to donate it to a charity dinner.

He took the box back to the apartment and decided to blacklist Ling Chen.

The charity dinner was scheduled for eight o'clock on Saturday night.

This morning, Jian Fan had followed Pan Wenfang's request and arrived at his hometown as soon as he woke up.

First, he accompanied her to the supermarket to buy a lot of men's necessities. It was said that Yan Shaotian was coming back from church. He had used all the household items two years ago, so the daily necessities were long past due.

After lunch, Pan Wenfang took Jian Fan to her hairdresser, who was wearing an elegant and proper light makeup.

Jian Fan naturally tidied things up a bit. She, who showed off her looks all day, was even more beautiful when she wore light makeup.

"Are you going to wrap your hair up?" The little handsome guy was a bit shy and didn't dare to look at her.

Jian Fan thought for a while before replying, "I think it's better if we drape it over the left side."

The hair stylist had knitted a strand for her, and her hair was spread out to the left, covering the collar of her dress and not losing any of its femininity.

At 7: 30 PM, Jane Fan appeared at the front door of Qian Jiang Hotel on time, holding Pan Wenfang by his arm.

The entire five-star banquet hall was reserved. The people who came here today were either rich or powerful. Their identities were well-known, and they couldn't be careless regarding security issues.

Pan Wenfang took out the invitation card and handed it to the doorman. Then, she was respectfully invited into the banquet hall.

When Jian Fan and Pan Wenfang appeared together, they became the center of attention, attracting a lot of men's attention.

The five-star banquet hall was truly beautiful. The crystal chandelier shone with colorful neon colors, and the pink and gold walls and carpet gave off a feeling as if someone was stepping on gold. The large stage in the middle was decorated in a very conspicuous and beautiful manner. The lilies around the stage filled the large banquet hall with a sweet fragrance.

Below the stage was a red carpet. Pan Wenfang introduced the place as the dance floor. There were traps in the red carpet.

Dance? She only knew how to use her steel fists and iron legs to fight and catch thieves.