"I'm not tired; I just want to keep looking at you like this." He reached out to tuck her hair back, then touched the bandage on her forehead, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Do you blame me?" Lu Beichen asked softly, his voice light as if it was drifting away, but the tension in his tone was evident.
Ji Niandong raised her hand to touch his eyes, "Little Uncle, how did we meet?"
How did we meet?
In November, Paris was desolate on the streets. Lu Beichen had just finished discussing the preliminary matters of a collaboration with the president of FAM Company and was preparing to return to the hotel.
The black Bentley was slowly driving down the street, making the moment feel extremely pleasant and comfortable.
Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, jolting him with surprise. The secretary in the front said, "I'm sorry, Boss, we... we seem to have hit someone!"
