Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

After going deep, she forced her out of uncontrollable groans after another.

The ambiguity is rising steadily.

The atmosphere suddenly became very ambiguous.

Gu Shinian was so angry that she grabbed his clothes helplessly, like the last life-saving driftwood.

Qin Muchen buckled her waist forcefully, brought her to the front, and deepened the kiss.

Both of them are a little confused and infatuated.

At this time, the elevator door opened, and a couple outside the door looked at Yimu inside the elevator, and couldn't help taking a breath.

Both of them were dumbfounded.

Gu Shinian noticed first, his face flushed, and he pushed the person on him hard.

Qin Muchen kissed her lips twice, turned sideways, and looked at the people outside the door, neither shady nor cool, "I haven't seen enough?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The man was caught by his gaze and hurriedly took the hand of his female partner and fled.

The elevator doors closed again.

Gu Shinian's small face was red.

It's a shame.

Qin Muchen sorted the sleeves of the two people, and then leaned against the cold elevator wall, his cold eyes without any focus.

He looked at the woman beside him, lost in thought.

Last time she wanted to save him.

This time, she continued to die and save him.

What can a man make a woman give up like this?

"Gu Shinian, do you like me?"

It's almost affirmative.

The elevator space is very narrow.

The numbers change layer by layer.

Gu Shinian clearly felt that his heartbeat began to accelerate, and even his breathing became a little unstable.

"You, what are you talking about?"

"If I liked you, I would never betray you back then."

Qin Muchen frowned and continued to look at her calmly: "Why save me, twice."

"..."

Gu Shinian clenched her fists hard, her nails sinking deeply into the soft palms, she barely got a trace of reason.

However, the reason is back, still can't find an excuse.

"I, I just..." She hesitated and said incompletely.

The elevator dinged and the door opened slowly.

Qin Muchen put his hands in his pockets and interrupted her: "No matter what it is, Gu Shinian, don't like me, your feelings, I don't need it."

He went out, and the elevator door dinged shut again.

In the elevator, Gu Shinian stood blankly, for a long while, she slowly curled her lips, making a touch of self-deprecation, profound and shallow.

The background he left was so lonely and so heavy that she wanted to rush up and give her a hug.

Tell him, it doesn't matter, she is there.

She can block the bullets for him, or block the knives for him, she can take good care of him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't like her, all over the world, she likes him the most.

But... he said, he doesn't need it.

Her feelings were on the way again.

Gu Shinian bit her lip hard, leaned weakly against the wall, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

...

The wound on the back was aching.

Qin Muchen curled his eyebrows with a pale and terrible face. He was sitting on the window sill, holding a wine glass in his hand.

There are already two or three empty wines rolling under one's feet.

The screen of the mobile phone on the side was still shining, and there was a new text message on it.

The sender is Mr. Qin, and the content is: What a pity, she is not her. It is a pity that you will still be addicted.

She is not her.

Gu Shinian is not her.

Qin Muchen squeezed the wine glass vigorously, his eyes as cold as the melting snow of the deep sea, without the slightest heat.

The door opened quietly and creaked.