Chapter 130

Huo Jingcheng carried a nonchalant air, his long fingers casually hooking a strand of Su Ruoyun's hair, twisting it at his fingertips, the touch in his hand smooth. "Yeah, so what about it?"

"How did you snatch it from his hands?" Su Ruoyun blinked, her bright and beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

The business world adheres to the principle of relying on one's own abilities and putting interests first. Businessmen fend for themselves, and even among friends and relatives, it is inevitable to fight tooth and nail for a bit of profit.

Therefore, Su Ruoyun didn't intend to interrogate Huo Jingcheng for winning the project; she was just purely curious.

Huo Jingcheng wore a smile, raising his eyebrows unhurriedly to ask in return, "Guess?"

He feigned mystery, making Su Ruoyun even more curious.

Her glass-bead-like eyes rolled up and down, and she could only think of one possibility: "Did you deliberately trick him and play dirty behind his back?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng's brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a dissatisfied "tsk," carrying a hint of warning, gently pulling the strand of Su Ruoyun's hair wrapped around his finger, not daring to use force. "In your eyes, is your boyfriend that kind of person?"

Seeing her innocent expression, Huo Jingcheng relaxed his grip, lightly lifting his fingertips to touch her eyelids, his movements indescribably gentle and lingering. "Remember last time in Shencheng?"

Under the gentle touch of his fingertips, Su Ruoyun fell into thought, her lashes trembling slightly.

It was something from last month, not too long ago. She focused slightly, thought for a moment, and remembered: "The time I lost my bag."

The trip to Shencheng was hard to forget, purely because she remembered her bag being stolen.

"Right." Huo Jingcheng guided her, saying, "Think about who was in Shencheng, someone you've seen?"

Someone she had seen, who could also be connected to Huo Jingcheng?

Su Ruoyun tilted her head, her almond eyes narrowing slightly, as if searching for relevant memories in her mind, speaking in a slightly uncertain tone: "Meng Lizhou?"

Xu Erhan's arranged marriage partner, that man who "spent a fortune" at the auction and wasn't in very good health.

Su Ruoyun had a deep impression of him, fearing that Xu Erhan would be left a widow.

As her voice fell, Huo Jingcheng, while winding her hair around his fingers, praised her: "Right, little Zhuzi, so smart."

It was the tone of someone coaxing a child.

The faint scent of iris, like lingering, sentimental love, wound around his distinct, fair, long fingers. Huo Jingcheng couldn't help but lower his head to her hair, taking a deep sniff; the elegant, sweet fragrance drifted into his breath, deep into his lungs.

Su Ruoyun's ears turned red from his tone and words, and she grabbed his shirt sleeve in distress, twisting the neat, snow-white sleeve into swirls. She forced herself to sit straight and continued to ask: "So you teamed up with him to 'play my brother in the palm of your hand?'"

Huo Jingcheng was amused by her words, his thin lips curling into a smile. Embracing her, the two fell back into the sofa together, the goose-down sofa sinking, holding the two and the cat steadily.

The two lay on their backs, facing the ceiling, their sharp, well-defined jaws drawing a beautiful arc in the air, the brilliant cold light of the crystal chandelier overhead reflected in their pitch-black pupils.

Su Ruoyun turned to her side, carefully avoiding the glaring light, and rested her head on Huo Jingcheng's firm arm, her posture like that of the docile fat cat nestled in her arms. She sighed, not quite a sigh, and commented: "You're too unkind."

Two people against one, how could he not win? Su Ruoyun felt like she had to speak up for her brother.

A trace of imperceptible mockery appeared in Huo Jingcheng's eyes. Deliberately teasing her, he spoke in a lazy tone: "Unkind? Then should I go ask him another day what he wants to build in the new city, and I'll build a building for him?"

His tone was teasing.

"That won't do." Upon hearing his words, Su Ruoyun lifted her chin and responded without hesitation, her voice crisp, with a sense of being unreasonable but feeling righteous.

She hurriedly reached out, pressing on his forearm, straightened her back, and turned to meet Huo Jingcheng's deep peach-blossom eyes, the corners of her eyes curving.

Fearing he wouldn't take her words to heart, Su Ruoyun slowly repeated and confirmed it again: "It won't do, did you hear me?"

Her boyfriend building a landmark building for her brother, what kind of sense would that make?

Seeing him unmoved, Su Ruoyun couldn't help but furrow her brows and let out a light "tsk" to remind him.

Before she could react, her field of vision went pitch black, ruthlessly robbed of light, and the surrounding air vanished. Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to clamp her chin, applying a little force to make her lift her head. Immediately, he leaned down, and his hot, thin lips kissed her.

The attack was fierce. Su Ruoyun leaned back, only able to tilt her head to endure it. Her two hands subconsciously raised, wrapping around his neck, interlocking behind his neck.

By the end of the kiss, Su Ruoyun only felt that her entire chin seemed to be wrapped in a wet, sticky film, which was very uncomfortable.

She turned her head to avoid it, but Huo Jingcheng immediately pulled her face back, staring at her with deep, dark eyes for a while, then lowered his head and kissed her rouge-colored lips again.

After a good while, he pulled away, his lips curling slightly, showing his good mood. Facing Su Ruoyun's resentful gaze, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and wiped it away bit by bit with his thumb.

Su Ruoyun still felt uncomfortable. She struggled out of his arms like a little cat kicking its legs, placed her hands on the edge of the coffee table, took a tissue box, pulled one out, and wiped herself clean in a leisurely manner.

On the other side, Huo Jingcheng released his large hand, leaned over to reach for his phone on the coffee table, held it with one hand, and pressed a button. The screen lit up; it was already 11:15.

Su Ruoyun, sitting to the side, also took in this time point. It was too late, so she issued an eviction order: "It's getting late..."

The implication was that it was time for him to leave.

Huo Jingcheng also understood what she meant. His right hand, resting on the sofa cushion, lifted slightly, and he picked up his suit jacket from the sofa armrest with a crisp, clean motion.

The custom-made suit was of superior quality, the black fabric faintly gleaming under the light. He smoothed out the wrinkles with his hands and draped the suit over his elbow.

Su Ruoyun saw him to the door.

The wall lamp in the entryway cast a twilight-colored light, enveloping the two figures, showing the atmosphere of the late night.

Su Ruoyun gathered her hair, her long, smooth hair draped behind her, looking exquisite and gentle. She urged: "It's so late, drive carefully."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng turned around, leaning one hand on the door frame, not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he trapped her in the narrow space between him and the wall, his voice low to the extreme: "It's so late, won't you let me stay the night?"

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