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Chapter 222: 165 Hugged until broken, wishing to silence Wanwan’s mouth? (2 more)

“Jiang Family’s second elder likes this Ms. Shen?”

As the thought crossed her mind, Tang Wan was startled by her own speculation. On the surface, there appeared to be nothing special between the two, they hadn’t even spoken much, yet she felt something was amiss in the atmosphere around them.

She had lived in the Jiang Family home for some time and had come to understand his temperament. Jiang Yanting wasn’t exactly the type to be a fanatic of TV dramas, to the point of abandoning work to audit their meetings.

And it wasn’t likely he was there for her, so there could only be one other reason…

Did they know each other?

They didn’t seem close, though.

The room was amply heated, and next to her was an intense, scorching gaze that finally made Shen Zhixian unable to sit still. With her mobile phone in hand, she stood up and walked out, using the restroom as an excuse to get some fresh air.

The meeting was long, and it wasn’t unusual for many to come and go during it.

Tang Wan had been taking notes with her head down, but when she saw Shen leave, she glanced at Jiang Yanting from the corner of her eye. To her surprise, he too stood up and walked out…

Things didn’t seem simple.

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a vast place, and even though Jiang Yanting followed promptly, he couldn’t immediately find the

six minutes, he finally

coffee, she seemed much more relaxed. Dressed in a black

thought, not noticing his

looked down at her, his features softening, and he spoke

“Xianxian!”

Shen

when she reflexively turned her head, she realized just how close they had become, with her

any further, she would be

inside the building was considerable, and he wore just a shirt. For some reason, she felt as though she could sense the

it could burn into

and straight into the depths of her heart, surrounded by the crisp, clean scent of the

was quicker to steady it, his fingers entwining with

hands

His voice carried

the “Xianxian” he’d called, her heart a mess, her breath fogging up the glass with

heating system made the space

did you start drinking coffee? You didn’t like it before,” Jiang

you long ago, people change. Just like I used to like you,

Zhixian could feel his fingers stiffen as he held her hand, but the next second, she felt another hand pass in front of her shoulder, nearly pulling her into his

he leaned in, the contact between their bodies, even separated by

he drew her into his embrace, leaning close