The president is a paranoid.

  Cui Fan didn't continue to say that he had heard rumors, according to which in the past, Jin Yan had been extremely concerned about a girl. Because of her, he destroyed B City's largest nightclub overnight; because of her, he took a set of stunning photos that caused a sensation at the time. However, in the end, he made this woman disappear from his side and didn't allow anyone to mention her name, as if such a person had never existed.

  Cui Fan had only once heard Jun Jian say in a daze, "Qiqi" in a low voice...

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  Xia Qi took her bag from the storage room and was dragged by Jun Jianyan all the way out of the clubhouse to the underground parking lot.

  His car was a black Lamborghini, which cost hundreds of thousands. He opened the door and stared at her without saying a word.

  His eyes, which were very beautiful and charming, were long and deep, with a hint of a provocative gaze, giving off a peach blossom-like beauty, yet also exuding an unusual purity. However, it was precisely this pair of eyes that, when staring at someone, would often make them feel a flutter in their heart.

  Xia Qi suspected that if she didn't get in, Jun Jianyan might have maintained this posture waiting for her. However, when she sat in the passenger seat, he didn't immediately close the door, but rather leaned down, pulled over the safety belt to buckle it for her, then closed the door and walked around to the other side to sit in the driver's seat.

  She looked at his profile, the white skin still had the traces of red wine, not to mention the red patch on his white clothes.

  She took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, pulled one out and handed it to Jun Jianyan, "Wipe your face."

  He glanced at her and didn't reach out to take the towel, but instead leaned his face towards her hand, "Wipe me." Soft murmurs, yet it seemed like a command.

  "You can wipe it yourself." Xia Qi said.

  His slightly delicate sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face leaned closer to her, "Help me wipe." He repeated.

  Xia Qi pursed her lips and didn't say anything else, using a wet wipe to gently clean Jun Jianyan's face.

  Her fingers, separated by a damp tissue, could still feel the temperature of his face. She felt her hand trembling slightly, or rather, she was not yet mentally prepared to see him now.

  She had just wiped away the red wine stain on his face, and was about to withdraw her hand when his hand came up first, his fingers interlocking with hers, pressing against her palm, gently rubbing his cheek.

  In the palm of his hand, there was nothing but the temperature of his skin, much clearer than before.

  She rather uncomfortably tried to pull her hand out, but was instead held even tighter by him.

  "Uncomfortable?" His voice suddenly rang out in the carriage.

  She was stunned for a moment before reacting to what he asked, and then said, "It's not used to it, after all, everyone hasn't seen each other for so many years."

  "Uh, it's been many years since we last met." His eyelashes fluttered slightly, his gaze still fixed firmly on her face, "But every day, I've been thinking of you."

  Her body stiffened, and all she heard was him asking again, "And you, do you miss me?"

  Xia Qi suddenly didn't know how to respond. Jun Jian's expression was displeased as he furrowed his brow, "Looks like you haven't thought it through."

  She fell silent, and he lowered his head, his lips pressed against the palm of her right hand, as if branding it.