Love Purification Agreement

But after hearing what they said, Tong Yingying thought that it would be okay to be more honest and reveal everything to Yan Huan bit by bit.

".You two were useful for once."

Thinking of this, Tong Yingying's expression also warmed up a little, and she had to continue speaking,

"Help me keep an eye on the people. I don't want anyone to disturb us later. Especially that little girl Sakuramiya Hitomi and her fox."

"Yes, Sister Tong."

"We'll do the work, don't worry!"

After looking at the two people who were so confident, Tong Yingying nodded and turned to walk towards the elevator entrance where Yan Huan had walked to first.

Tong Yingying straightened her white shirt and came to the elevator door not far away.

There, Yan Huan was still waiting for him.

"Sister Tong, which floor are we going to?"

"Fifth floor."

Yan Huan pressed the elevator button, but Tong Yingying couldn't help but look at Yan Huan's profile, recalling what Chi Yuan and Bai Lu had just said.

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Do you think you like it?

Or is it just that I, a meat-thirsty tiger, am coveting his young and energetic body?

At this age, and having experienced some things, perhaps we no longer have any illusions about so-called love, and the only options left are to satisfy desires and maximize benefits?

Tong Yingying was so confused, but she always felt that it was not the case.

So I had to skip this topic for the time being and move on to the second topic.

At least be honest with Yan Huan and tell him something about your past.

Anyway, I guess this smart brat must have guessed something when he heard me calling my subordinates to deal with those two bastards.

Then I can just mention it casually and tell him about it.

Is it a good choice for dinner?

Her throat moved a little, as if she was brewing what she was going to say at the dinner later.

But when she thought about the past, and how she used to be lazy and full of flaws and wanted to express some emotions and stories, she still felt nervous.

"Ding Dong, the elevator is going down."

The elevator's descending signal light came on, the floor numbers kept changing, and the scarlet light hit Tong Yingying's face, increasing her anxiety.

So she subconsciously took out her flip lighter and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box in her pocket.

The touch of the thin cigarette flows through the fingertips, and the flame of rubbing the flint after flipping the lid also rises.

But just as the cigarette was about to light, a slender finger gently placed on her hand.

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Tong Yingying raised her eyes to look at Yan Huan who stopped her from smoking, and saw him smiling at her.

"Since you are dressed so beautifully today, please don't smoke, Sister Tong."

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Tong Yingying blinked and looked at Yan Huan's hand stretched out to stop her, but suddenly remembered the answer to the first question.

Does it count as love?

Tong Yingying actually doesn’t know what love is.

I just remember that it was the first time I didn't feel uncomfortable after stopping a bad habit, and after putting down cigarettes and bottles of wine, I no longer felt the desolation of drinking poison to quench thirst.

Instead, he would smile knowingly and say to that person,

"Stupid, when am I not beautiful?"

Seeing Tong Yingying taking back the cigarette little by little and spitting so lightly, Yan Huan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He looked at Tong Yingying's red lips, whose fragrance was not taken away by the cigarette holder, smiled tacitly, and said,

"That's right, Sister Tong, you are beautiful every day."

As soon as the words fell, Tong Yingying's eyes narrowed slightly after she withdrew her gaze, but she had no time to react.

Because the elevator has arrived.

"Ding dong~"

"Snow~flowers fluttering~northern wind howling~the world~is a vast expanse~"

At the same time, in Jinghe District, Nara was driving a black car in the passenger seat.

The sound of the legendary Longguo song "Yi Jian Mei" came from the player speakers.

The beautiful melody made Nara hum along softly, and also made the four little ones squeezed in the back seats listen attentively.

Only the co-pilot Sakuramiya Hitomi had red eyes, and she became more and more annoyed when she saw the interface in the plane group where the president was @ed but there was no reply at all.

"Hey, Nara, stop singing! Have you found where they are?!"

"It's almost there. Who knew you would suddenly show up here, Miss? I'm not a god, and I can't fly over here immediately."

Nara smiled helplessly, but seemed to have locked onto a certain direction and followed it closely all the way.

The four people in the back were squeezed into the back seat, and even though it was very crowded, their enthusiasm for discussion remained unextinguished.

You Anlina looked a little worried as she held the unanswered group chat on her phone.

"No, no, no, I'm not going to reply. Could it be that those female thugs just tied up the president, beat him to his knees, and sent him to the hotel room, while showing a painful expression.

"Ah! Tonics! It's too early for a high school student to do something like this!"

Upon hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi's face turned pale.

It seemed as if he thought of the president holding his body with a look of pain on his face as he endured the disaster.

Ashley was too lazy to complain, but Yahashiki, who was playing with his phone next to her, smiled.

"And he still looks so miserable. I think the president might be completely overwhelmed by his happiness. Those older sisters might be too mature for my taste, but the president has a poor aesthetic sense, so maybe he'll like them?"

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Hearing this, the image in the pale Sakuramiya Hitomi's mind changed slightly again.

The president was full of joy, chasing, playing, and fighting with the older sisters in the room.

"Oh, it's over again? Play it again."

The song "Yi Jian Mei" in the player was coming to an end, but Nara seemed to like this song very much, so he pressed "Previous Song" while playing it and replayed it.

"Snow~flowers fluttering~northern wind howling~the world~is a vast expanse~"

"."

After a few lines of lyrics, the familiar climax came again, which immediately made Sakuramiya Hitomi's face turn from white to red.

She clenched her fist, turned off the player with a punch, and said angrily,

"I told you not to put it on! Seriously! How long will it take us to get there?"

"Don't be impatient, Miss."

Nara was also a little helpless. He had to check his phone while confirming, but he couldn't give an accurate answer.

So I had to say,

"Anyway, we're on the way and will be there soon."

I still owe you an update from yesterday. I will try my best to finish it tomorrow!

Chapter 143 Old woman, I beat you so much!

"Ding dong~"

"Fifth floor, here we are."

Black marble tiles form a heavy background, and the classical Sonata in F major flows into my heart like water.

On the wall of the restaurant named "White Feather", diffused light spreads out from the top like a fan.

Inside the glass cover below, Yan Huan’s collection, whose value is unknown, is placed like a mirage.

Tong Yingying and Yan Huan were led into the restaurant by the waiter and came to a seat near the window.

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window beside him, in the far distance of his vision, Yan Huan could just see the Golden Lion Building, which seemed to reach straight into the sky, surrounded by buildings that looked like "small mountains".

This is a rare and good location.

Especially when facing west, facing the sunset in the evening, it is particularly beautiful.

This style was very different from Tong Yingying who used to lie in a messy room in the South District and scratch her belly. Yan Huan couldn't help but turn around and look at her who was dressed beautifully today.

The eyebrows and features remain the same, with a little red lips.

It brought out a sense of strangeness that was different from the past.

"Hiss, the phone is out of battery."

Looking away, Yan Huan subconsciously picked up his phone, but all he saw was the "empty battery" sign on the screen.

To be honest, mobile phones are simply the "second life" of modern people. Only those who can remain calm when seeing their mobile phones run out of battery and turn off are amazing.

If someone like Ye Shiyu has a hypnosis app on her phone, I'm afraid this kind of panic would be even worse.

"Sister Tong, although this may sound a bit unsophisticated, I still want to ask: Are there any shared power banks or chargers here?"

Yan Huan asked this after turning his head and glancing at the surrounding environment.

Tong Yingying, who was sitting opposite, took the hot towel handed to her by the waiter next to her and glanced at the waiter with sad eyes.

The waiter brought a hot towel to Yan Huan and said with a smile,

"There's no power bank. But I can find one for you, sir. Please wait a moment."

"Okay, thanks."

The waiter turned and left. Tong Yingying looked at Yan Huan, who was wiping his hands and looked a little headache, and couldn't help asking,

"What's going on? Are you anxious to get back some girl's plane on your phone?"

"Don't say that, Sister Tong, it's true."

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Hearing this, Tong Yingying slowed down her movements in wiping her hands with a towel.

But her sad eyes gradually brightened up, like a wolf that smelled blood, but her words still sounded bland.

".Is it the voyeuristic vice-president named Sakuramiya Hitomi?"

"what?"

Yan Huan raised his eyes to look at Tong Yingying, and only then did he realize that Tong Yingying's hand-wiping movements were very familiar.

It's a bit like some kind of pre-operative ritual that executioners or surgeons commonly perform.

Tong Yingying saw Yan Huan looking back at her, as if asking "how did you know?" and couldn't help but explain,

"Didn't you say the other day that someone had installed a camera to spy on you? I asked someone to investigate for you. I was originally trying to see if I could help you deal with the situation, and by the way, I learned a little bit about that young lady."

Yan Huan looked at Tong Yingying who said lightly, "I need to deal with something." He couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

"No, Sister Tong, aren't we doing a daily show? Can you please stop saying scary words like 'deal with'?"

Another waiter came up to serve the tableware. Tong Yingying supported her chin, curled her lips, and complained,

"What's so scary about that? I'm helping you, okay? I asked you to call the police, but you refused.

"But honestly, calling the police wouldn't be helpful given her condition. It would escalate into a diplomatic incident, which would be even more troublesome."

Yan Huan smiled helplessly and did not respond, but he was already used to it.

When fighting against modifiers, you have to consider not only the effects and characteristics of the modifiers, but also many practical factors.

Realistic factors have both good and bad aspects.