Several hours of deep sleep had already restored Ye Yingning to her spirits. She sat up with the quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, blinked and looked around, and then she remembered where she was.

Because she was unable to change her bad habits, she had the opportunity to live in all the presidential suites of major high-end hotels in China Overseas. All of them were magnificent and elegantly decorated. However, after all, it was not home, which made people unable to feel dependence and security.

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In a trance, the man sitting not far away got up and walked out. Soon he turned back to the bedroom and had a glass of milk in his hand.

Ye Yingning took it and hugged it in his hand, and warmly penetrated through the wall of the cup.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that she was sleeping too heavily. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening and had already missed the dinner time.

Chong Tiange slowly leaned over and leaned against Ye Yingning, but he did nothing. He was clearly full of thoughts, but at this moment, his eyebrows were stretched, and he clearly looked like he was thinking without revealing his water.

Without opening his mouth, Ye Yingning did not speak, and was hungry. The milk in her hand was the best food. She sipped it in small sips and tried not to make any sound.

Even his friend Su Qingchi once said in private that he treated her very well, and except for his status, he would definitely not owe her anything. But Ye Yingning himself knew that her "popularity" was just because of her.

He is the same type of person: he is as selfish as he is worried about gains and losses, and is allergic to the point of being pathological.

Such a temperament is not inherent, but a kind of submissive compromise obtained by struggling in society for a long time, repeatedly measuring the pros and cons between gains and losses.

She knew when to speak, when to shut up, when to be noble, and when to be flattered, just like an ancient minister who served the king, stayed by this man.

"Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I can't bear to wake you up."

He raised his hand, habitually playing with her hair, grabbed a strand, wrapped it around his fingers, slowly tightened it, making his fingertips turn blue.

Ye Yingning was still as obedient as a long-haired white cat, but she couldn't drink the milk in her hand, so she had to gently put it on the bedside table beside her.

In his intuition, Chong Tiange had something to say to her.

He has never had such a few times, and he has a rare roundabout way, and there must be an ulterior motive behind him.

"You clearly told me that you didn't want to go abroad, but I know that Luola Group is willing to jump jobs, and you also have the intention to join."

There is no word of blame in the words, but the tone clearly has the taste of accusation.

Ye Yingning moved uneasyly. She knew very well that if she didn't let go, she wouldn't be able to go anywhere. He held her invisible wings, and once they broke them, she had nowhere to go.

"What is your attitude? Rolla Group is going to enter the mainland market this year. Maybe my position is not in the US headquarters, but is responsible for this part of Greater China."

She carefully tentatively expressed her guess, which coincided with Fu Jinliang's statement.

"When he leaves, can't we be together well? Or do you still care about that certificate?"

Chong Tiange squeezed his eyebrows again in annoyance. It would be a good thing for Zhou Yang to leave Zhonghai for the time being. Otherwise, he and Fu Jinliang would not be easy to deal with either.

Ye Yingning moved her lips, and the milk she had just drunk was stirring in her stomach. She was silent for a long time and walked out of bed to take a shower.

When she came out, Chong Tiange had already called for dinner, but there was actually a very sticky and cooked millet porridge. Considering that she hadn't eaten well all day, he specifically ordered someone to prepare.

This night, perhaps because Ye Yingning was by my side, or perhaps the newly replaced silk quilt was warm enough, and the tribute satin sheets were soft enough, so Chong Tiange slept very well.

Ye Yingning slept too much during the day, and in the second half of the night, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After tossing and turning several times, she was worried that she would wake up the people around her, so she got up. The quiet suite was silent, making people feel scared. In desperation, Ye Yingning saw a laptop on the table and plugged in the headphones.

After turning on the computer, she sat there bored and mechanically refreshed the page over and over again. She was so idle that she poked in and looked through it one by one. She liked to share beautiful private items very much. Soon, Ye Yingning looked at it

Get relish.

Suddenly, one of her state attracted all her attention—

"I met my good friend Siobhan who I haven't seen for a long time today. I gave her my favorite 'Midnight Rose' as her wedding gift. The fiancé is very handsome, although it's just a photo. Looking forward to a grand wedding in China!"

On the screen, there are several lines of English. When translated, it is vaguely the content above. But these are not enough. What really attracted Ye Yingning were the two accompanying pictures below the text. And siobhan, that is, Fu Jinliang's

In a group photo, another photo is a photo of a woman holding a man with her hands.

On the round and delicate nails, there are milky white base oil, delicate tiny roses on it, and the petals are charmingly dark purple. In such a hand, the photo she is holding shows the side of a man.

Face.

As soon as the familiar facial lines fell into her eyes, Ye Yingning could no longer breathe. She sat stiffly on the seat, holding the mouse in her right hand, but she could not move at all.

Even though she only had one side face and couldn't even see her facial features, she couldn't recognize this man even if she just glanced at him in a hurry.

And this man was sleeping on the big bed behind her at this moment, and was even sleeping soundly.

The whole world is completely quiet.

All the blood in his body rushed toward his head. Ye Yingning closed his eyes, and there was still a trace of luck: Maybe he had read something wrong.

After she finally lifted her sour eyelids, everything in front of her was not changed at all - photos of a woman's hands, a man's side face, a firm line, a habitual thin lips...

I don’t know how long it took, but the screen had turned black and became screensaver mode. Ye Yingning looked at the LCD screen that suddenly became dark, and she was completely addicted to the trance, not knowing what she was thinking.

She thought she had thought a lot, so many coincidences, so many intuitions, so many times, and many times she passed by the truth. Or maybe, she should have thought about it for a long time, but she didn't want such a result deep in her heart.

So stubbornly not touching any possible clues.

In fact, she didn't think about anything, her brain was empty, like a summer afternoon, and there were no warning from the sky, thunder sounding without warning, irritating all over her body.

"Pamper the Tiange..."

Ye Yingning murmured, and at this moment, he said these three words from his mouth, which was unprecedentedly painful.

The palm of my right hand was already soaked in cold sweat, so I couldn't get rid of it so much that I couldn't catch the mouse anymore. With a "click", it fell down and fell on the floor, making a loud noise.
Chapter completed!