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Chapter 810 - 810 40 The Answer Flutters in the Wind Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets_6
810: Chapter 40: The Answer Flutters in the Wind (Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets)_6 810: Chapter 40: The Answer Flutters in the Wind (Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets)_6 Taking the cup Cheng offered, Mi’er gulped down a large mouthful.
“Am I supposed to be more sensible, to take care of your and Lisa’s feelings?
Is that what you meant tonight?”
“Maybe you should rest first.
After a tiring day, it’s time to rest.”
“No need, the strong never run out of energy.
Chan, don’t tell me you’re tired, I would look down on you!”
Women, oh women, how can they be so naive.
Temir was applying eye medicine for Lisa with Cheng Daqi here.
“Look down on me then, I still have work tomorrow.
By the way, that’s not what I meant.
You are actually doing very well, everyone has flaws.”
“But, go on, I’m waiting.”
Watching Mi’er sitting cross-legged, propping her chin, and staring intently at him, Cheng’s face was bitter.
“Look, we’re good friends, but you and Lisa have been good friends for a long time.
You’ve gone to school together, started a business together, from classmates to best friends, from business partners to becoming the most important friends to each other.
This story is beautiful and could even be turned into a movie.
Just having the two of you acting as yourselves would be enough for a hit.
If you could be just a little bit more, um, considerate, then both of you would be very happy, how nice.”
Just like cajoling a child, Cheng really started to coax Mi’er.
“Can you hold me to sleep?”
The dark-haired wealthy woman gently bit her lip, opened her arms, and looked at Cheng Daqi with pitiful eyes, signaling him to come and hug her quickly.
“Ah?
Mi’er, we…”
Cheng Daqi was somewhat at a loss.
What is this, fast-forwarding?
“Chan, I feel, I feel, I feel…”
There was something Mi’er wanted to say, but the words got stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t speak them.
“What is it?
Take your time, we have time.
It’s fine if we go to work a bit later tomorrow, after all, we’re the bosses.”
Corporate drones have to clock in on time, but bosses go whenever they want.
Good thing there are no company employees here, otherwise their gazes would slice these two capitalists into pieces.
Seeing that Cheng Daqi hadn’t come closer, Mi’er stood up, walked barefoot towards him, and held him tight.
“I had a dream just as I fell asleep; I dreamed that I was going to lose you.
You smiled and told me you were leaving, and I chased you, but you climbed up a tree, and I couldn’t climb up.
You stood on the tree, climbing higher and higher, and I couldn’t see you anymore, then I woke up scared.
Chan, I feel like I’m about to lose you.
A woman’s sixth sense is always accurate.
Can you tell me that I’m wrong this time?”
Mi’er makes perfumes, and her shower gel has a unique fragrance.
Cheng got somewhat intoxicated by it.
He leaned back slightly, but every time he moved back a bit, the dark-haired wealthy woman would move forward a bit until her whole body was pressing against him.
“I’m not a monkey, why would I climb a tree?
Besides, dreams aren’t very scientific, look, when you woke up, I was right here beside you, that’s what truly happened.”
“Then tell me I guessed wrong this time, okay, Chan?”
People who have personality and capability often have a bit of paranoia, Zhao Hongjin is so, and so is Temir.
Or maybe it’s not paranoia, but rather a kind of love unwilling to let go.
Mi’er’s hair had a wonderful texture, making Cheng Daqi’s cheeks itch.
“Let’s change places and sit down to talk properly.”
Temir Kalamakris retreated a good distance, her hands wrapped around Cheng Daqi’s neck, those lake blue eyes full of sorrow.
“Why?
Am I not worth it, or have I not been good enough to you?
I love you with all my heart, Chan, I don’t want to lose you.”
Cheng Daqi lowered his head; he dared not look at the girl’s moving cheeks.
“Lisa asked if I couldn’t wrap things up, and I didn’t know how to answer at the time.
Yeah, what should we do?”
Wolf thinks I shouldn’t marry you, Achilles is urging me to marry you, but, Mi’er…
The raven-haired rich lady kissed Mr.
Cheng, silencing what he was about to say.
“Whatever you want to say, whatever you want to do, can you wait a few more days, okay?
If this is a dream, I want to indulge in it for a few more days, just a few days.”
Cheng Daqi hugged the girl tightly, their fervent bodies clinging to each other, Temir could feel Cheng Daqi’s heart-thumping vigorously with each beat.
“Let’s go on vacation, Mi’er,” he whispered in her ear.
“Not to Hua Country, okay?”
Her tone was pleading, even though it was something she had been looking forward to all along.
“Where do you want to go?”
Cheng Daqi gently stroked Mi’er’s hair, which flowed like silky threads, the gentle evening breeze soothing his agitated heart.
“Greece, this season, the beaches there are crowded with people.
Let’s go there, I want to see my grandfather.”
Immersed in a world wrapped in love, Temir wanted to take the boy she loved to meet her grandfather.
“Alright, I promise you, we’ll set off now!”
Playing with strands of hair between his fingers, twisting them together, then letting them fall messily apart, Mr.
Cheng finally made a decision.
“We’ll go in a few days, we still have a lot of things to take care of right now.”
The raven-haired rich lady understood Mr.
Cheng’s intent; she didn’t want to cash this check written by Cheng Daqi so soon.
“Chan, I’m just a little greedy.
Everyone is greedy.
They crave more money, I crave the unique love that belongs to you.”
Cheng Daqi sadly realized that Mi’er could also be very sensible, but at this moment, his heart felt a genuine pain.
If reality allowed, he would wish for the girl who’d done everything she could for him to be forever happy.
“Sometimes I really feel for you, Mi’er, but this kind of feeling, sigh…
We’re going now, doesn’t mean we’re cutting ties for good.
We’re always busy, always rushing forward with a heap of things, being able to stop and spend some quality time with you would be great.”
Temir rubbed her cheek against Mr.
Cheng’s face, enjoying the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact.
She could feel the heat emanating from his body, which gave her an abundant and vibrant joy.
She had thought this scoundrel man really intended to leave, she was nearly petrified with fear just now.
But hearing Mr.
Cheng’s words, her mood lifted, even becoming a bit excited.
Just play tough, no matter how hard you try to be, you’re human.
As long as I’m by your side, sooner or later I’ll win you over!
Thinking this, the raven-haired rich lady murmured.
“Okay, okay, enough talking, Chan.
I already said, let’s talk about everything in a few days, hmm, you’re such a bad boy.”
“It feels like it’s time for a song now,” the bad boy lamented.
“No, I just want to hold you quietly, Chan.
This is the most relaxed and happy moment I’ve had in over twenty years, I don’t want it to end.”
The raven-haired rich lady closed her eyes, softly expressing her thoughts.
“I didn’t expect you to be so resigned.”
Licking Mr.
Cheng’s ear, Mi’er breathed into his ear, her warm breath tickling him.
“My dear, be selfish for once, love yourself a bit more, it’s far better than chasing ideals.
Chan, I can touch your pain, so, you can’t be in pain anymore.”
It’s quickening, your heartbeat is speeding up!
Indeed, those emotional lessons are effective.
No matter how principled you are, with my little ruse that combines vulnerability, support, and confession, you can’t withstand it!
Chan, do you think it’s over?
No, it’s just the beginning!
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