Chapter 197 Afraid of being really hated Shen Manzhi frowned, "I have to pay it back." Qin Yanfeng said slightly, "I thought you were going to take it home." Seeing the cold look on her face, he whispered, "I'll make it up to him." As soon as he finished speaking, a woman wearing work clothes walked in from the outside. The bag in her hand was a certain brand of clothing. Qin Yanfeng took it and opened it. It was a thin white shawl. He put it on Shen Manzhi's wrist, stood up straight and took a step outside with restraint. "It's still raining outside, I'll take you back." Shen Manzhi stood there, "Divorce agreement..." "Tear it apart." Qin Yanfeng stood under the overhead light, the shadow hitting his brow bone, looking at her with slightly lowered eyes, and said the two words casually. Silence spread between the two of them, and the person who came to deliver the clothes had already realized what he was doing and left.
Shen Manzhi curled his lips and sighed softly, "Are you planning to spend the rest of your life with me?" "If my wife doesn't plan for Hongxing to cheat on her, I have this plan." If you're not sure about her feelings for him, just waste it. Shen Manzhi flattened the corners of his lips and finally had nothing to say. When he went out, he pressed the shawl in his hand back into his arms with considerable force. Qin Yanfeng caught it, lowered his head, and followed Shen Manzhi without any hesitation. The willow waist was so thin that it collapsed inch by inch in his hands. The look in his eyes gradually became deeper. It wasn't until he went downstairs and met other people in the hotel that he quickly stepped forward and naturally put his shawl behind Shen Manzhi. The group of people smelled of tobacco and alcohol. Shen Manzhi stopped, frowned slightly, put his arms on his waist, and led her in a different direction. She suddenly remembered that Qin Yanfeng also smoked, but every time the two of them got together, he would always put out his cigarette first or not smoke. The most recent time was the half of the cigarette he took away from her mouth on the day she left. Except for putting a shawl on her, Qin Yanfeng never exceeded the rules and walked two steps behind her. He was not as possessive as he imagined. But it was obvious that he wanted to get closer but kept a distance because of her previous determination to leave. This feeling was even more obvious when Qin Yanfeng opened the passenger door for her and stood aside without getting too close or being too ambiguous. She smiled inadvertently as she sat sideways. Qin Yanfeng was speechless all the way while driving. The rainy days in summer are also sweltering, and at night, neon lights slowly light up the entire city. The black car was parked at Jingwei, and the rain was gradually decreasing, as thin as wool. Shen Manzhi unbuckled her seat belt and prepared to get out of the car, but she only heard the sound of the lock being locked. Rainwater fell on the car window and pooled in streams, and she lowered her eyes and followed them downward. After just a moment, the car door lock was opened again.
Qin Yanfeng put one hand on the steering wheel and leaned back with his loose back, "We're here." "Thanks." His expression was sluggish, and the car door opened and slammed shut. Only a wisp of dried rose scent remained in the passenger corner. It wasn't until the pink color in his peripheral vision entered the club that he raised the car window and turned off the car lights. I didn’t lie to her this time, it was really just a chance encounter. At the special banquet for the royal family abroad, the first meeting with Si Dai, who was frightened by the legendary black and white, and the exchange of words at the door of the hotel, no one knew how much he wanted to step forward and open the car door. After knowing that the female companion beside Si Dai was Shen Manzhi, he chased after her without any hesitation, wanting to ask her why she was here, why she came into contact with someone like Si Dai, and why she had to leave him? He stopped halfway through the chase and suddenly remembered that before going to the Las Vegas Casino to discuss cooperation with Lancer, the Huo family's uncle had called him for the first time. After further questioning, he learned that he had met a man while skiing. The girl, who looked a bit like the niece-in-law in the official announcement video, thought he had arrived early. No wonder that among the three women arranged by Don, he felt that the Chinese girl among them looked very much like Shen Manzhi. It's obvious that it's her. But he watched her being taken away coldly, not knowing what she would experience. Qin Yanfeng took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Helandai's people arrived just in time, and when they broke into Don's room, Shen Manzhi must have been inside. But what is he doing? Separated by a wall, she was left alone inside, unable to save herself. Afterwards, he went to Helandai to ask for someone, only to learn that Shen Manzhi had escaped during the confrontation between the two parties. It is not difficult to guess that when there was chaos across the street when leaving, the person on the left who said "one for five" was also talking about her. She was so injured that he didn't follow her to see her in person. Even if you were kind-hearted at the time and thought of it as an aid to your compatriots, you would know that he was someone you had been thinking about for a long time. Later, he never expected that Shen Man would barge in unprepared that night at Binhai Pier, when he was most injured and embarrassed. How could he be willing to let her leave again? But he was also seriously injured at the time and couldn't escape unscathed. He didn't want her to suffer the same, so he just put a tracker in her coat when he pulled her closer to his arms. Despicable, he admitted. The tracker showed that she left the area the next day and flew to the Dominican Republic, but the tracking signal stayed there forever. After learning the news, he withdrew his people. On the day she decided to go to the Dominican Republic to find Shen Manzhi, the news that she had collected before came out and it turned out that she was going for treatment. At that time, he was preparing to board the plane. After thinking about it, he threw away the ticket stub. It is a good thing that she is willing to receive treatment. If she goes there rashly, she will inevitably be unhappy. Countless times I wanted to force her to stay, but I was afraid that she would really be disliked. Qin Yanfeng's twenty-five-year life has been smooth and smooth, but Shen Manzhi has become full of worries, paranoid and broken. On the day when his subordinates spread the news that Shen Manzhi had returned to China, he was fishing with the old man without paying any attention to it.
But in the end, he came back empty-handed, while the old man had a lot of trophies in his hands. When he was teased, what was he thinking in his eyes? He thought that it would be very boring if someone he didn't like kept pestering him. With only the last cigarette left in the cigarette case, Qin Yanfeng threw it back to the console and touched a few candies in his pocket. The rain has stopped, the place is bustling with neon lights, and there is a steady flow of people. The car parked on the roadside was hidden in the night and never moved again. Kyosu sighed softly, raised his hand to cover the window, turned and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor on the other side. Shen Manzhi had already taken a bath and was sleeping on his side on the rocking chair. The thin blanket slid to his waist to expose his skin. There were faint bruises under his curved eyelashes. The hand resting on his pillow was half loosened and half held. The central air conditioner in the room was turned on low. She stepped forward softly and pulled up the thin blanket. Shen Manzhi opened his eyes. He didn't look like he had slept. He was obviously faking sleep. Jing Sue straightened up and leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "I've been parked downstairs for two hours." Shen Manzhi pillowed his arms and blinked slowly, "Has the rain stopped?" "Well," Jingmo looked at her dull expression and stopped talking, then said, "You haven't eaten anything all night, have you? I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat." "Sweet porridge." Jingmo responded, closed the door and left. Shen Manzhi curled up his legs, dragged the thin blanket down a few inches, and spread out the hand he had been holding tightly, revealing a tiny tracker.