Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 149 Who is Duan You?The man frowned even tighter, turning his head to look at her, Duan Zijin knelt on the futon, without looking at him, "I'm going to chant, don't stand in front of me, go out and close the door!"

Another drop of sweat dripped from the bodyguard's forehead, this young lady really... hit the muzzle of the gun.

Seeing that the air pressure around the man was getting lower and lower, the bodyguard couldn't help but sweat for the woman in the Buddhist hall.

At this moment, Jiang Lin turned around and walked in.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of the woman's hair, his tone was stiff after he had restrained his sharpness.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

This face made the bodyguards at the door dumbfounded.

Jiang Lin didn't take it seriously, and walked out of the Buddhist hall with his hands in the trouser pockets of his suit.

When passing by his side, the man stopped in his footsteps, lowered his voice and said: "Don't close the door of the Buddhist hall."

Do not close the door?The bodyguard was startled, "But Miss Duan said..."

Jiang Linjun frowned imperceptibly, and his deep and three-dimensional facial features suddenly burst out with an irresistible deterrent force.

"Can't understand?"

The bodyguard hurriedly lowered his head and said solemnly, "Yes, sir."

Jiang Lin looked back at the woman in the Buddhist hall, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"This door is open, you stay here, don't let her stay in a closed place by herself."

The bodyguard was startled again.

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The signal on the mountain was extremely poor, so Shao Yucheng specially sent out satellite phones for his subordinates who would not use them unless there were any special circumstances. What happened this time must be no small matter.

Jiang Lin answered the phone, coughed coldly, and Shao Yucheng immediately roared like a frying pan: "Brother, when are you coming back?"

"What?" Jiang Lin asked.

"Uncle Shang forced Shang Boyang to get engaged, but he didn't agree, and it's about to start a fight now."

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he heard the words, and there was a hint of coolness in his black eyes, "Forcing him to get engaged? With whom?"

He is not willing to meddle in other people's affairs, but after all, Shang Boyang went through life and death for him, and he can't live up to his brotherly love.

If he really doesn't want to marry...

"And Lu Qiqi, the incarnate demon king of the Lu family." Shao Yucheng cut off his thoughts with one sentence.

There is a night wind blowing in the mountains, the weeds are floating, and the leaves on the treetops are rustling.

"Congratulations for me. I will try my best to go back to attend the engagement banquet. I have nothing else to do. Let's hang up first."

Under the night, the man's slightly frowning brows have been flattened at some point, and the outline of his handsome face has also become gentle, returning to the usual indifference and leisure.

This is not a problem?Shao Yucheng was startled, and before he could react, the phone was cut off.

The man sitting on the sofa across from him was flipping through the Evening News while picking up his coffee. While sipping, he glanced at him lightly with his long and narrow phoenix eyes. It serves no purpose other than wasting money."

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Shao Yucheng was still holding the phone and refused to let go, his face full of disbelief.

Fu Yan frowned in disgust, put down the newspaper, and looked at him with more doubts in his eyes, "Shao Yucheng, with your emotional intelligence...how did you find a girlfriend?"

Shao Yucheng slammed the handset back onto the landline with a "snap", "I can't find a girlfriend? Do you believe that the people chasing me can go from here to the other side of the river?"

"Yes, I still believe that if you slash yourself twice in the face now, and then tell them that your father is bankrupt, no one will continue to talk to you." Fu Yan paused suddenly, his eyes turned shallow Shen, said slowly, "No...maybe there really is one."

If you don't love, you don't love looks, and you only love Shao Yucheng's woman...

Probably only that one.

"How could there be only one?" Shao Yucheng sneered.

After a while, he asked seriously, "Who is it?"

In his mind, he thought about Yingying and Yanyan who usually surrounded him three or four times, and he still felt that these women should not be what Fu San was talking about.

Fu Yan sipped his coffee quietly, but didn't answer.

Shao Yucheng was very concerned about the answer to this question, "Is it Chuchu?"

"A woman who almost gave birth to a child with other men behind your back, you feel that she is absolutely devoted to you because of the door." Fu Yan cast his eyes on the newspaper in front of him again, and said lightly, "I said It's Gu Qianqiu."

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Jiang Lin picked up the line, handed the satellite phone to the person around him, turned around and walked quickly towards the Buddhist hall.

When he walked to the half-open door, his expression changed suddenly, and he asked the bodyguard outside the Buddhist hall in a cold voice: "Where is she?"

The futon under the Buddha statue was empty, how could there be the slender figure of the woman kneeling there just now?

The bodyguard was taken aback by his sudden condensed tone, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, sir, Miss Duan is still inside, and she hasn't even stepped out."

Jiang Linjun's brows were slightly furrowed, and a ray of doubt flashed across his black jade-like pupils.Inside, but not chanting?

"What is she doing?"

The bodyguard shook his head, expressing that he was not clear, and recalling what the woman inside said, his scalp became numb, but he mustered up the courage to stop the man who was about to walk in: "Sir, Miss Duan specifically told me to tell you just now, For the time being... don't go in and disturb."

disturb?

Jiang Lin felt a little angry for no reason, and his expression darkened instantly.

He glanced at the bodyguard, pursed his thin lips into a straight line: "You go down first."

"Yes, sir."

Before the bodyguard left, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silhouette of the man pushing the door open.

Jiang Lin's eyes swept across the entire Buddhist hall in a short time, and soon found the woman who was supposed to be kneeling under the Buddha statue and reciting sutras attentively, but was sitting at a wooden table in the corner.

On the table is a small book that records the situation of the tourists asking for incense, and there is also a cheap signature pen.

She held the pen and wrote something seriously.

Jiang Lin was slightly startled, and suddenly an ungraspable thought flashed through his mind.

Her eyebrows and eyes are as slender as her figure, which is different from the condensed and strict work. At this moment, her beautiful brown pupils reflect the slightly dim light in the Buddhist hall, and her curly and elegant long hair hangs down from her ears and temples, showing a A few hints of charming and gentleness are coming.

It could be seen that she focused all her attention on the things in front of her, and she didn't even notice when the man approached.

Jiang Lin walked around behind her, lowered his eyebrows and saw clearly what Duan Zijin was writing.

It is the Ksitigarbha.

She followed his excerpts, stroke by stroke, and copied them very solemnly.

She unwrapped the gauze that was wrapped up in the morning and threw it on the table at will. There were dried blood on the surface of the white gauze. Although there were only one or two spots, it still hurt people's eyes.

He suddenly understood why she didn't want him in.

Probably because he was afraid that he would be angry when he saw her messing around like this.

Jiang Lin was indeed a little angry.However, before he could open his mouth, he heard her voice whispering into the cool air again: "Auntie, I'm Duan You, did Jiang Lin mention me to you? His hand was injured, the rest Let me ghostwrite it three times, it is definitely not disrespectful to you, I hope you can understand him."

Jiang Lin's gaze passed her shoulder and landed on the tip of the signature pen, as if he had seen something far away through that point.

His eyes are like a cold river under the moon, without waves or ripples, yet bottomless...

Thinking of what Jiang Lin said to her seven years ago, Duan Zijin stopped writing, and his voice was tinged with a slight loss that could be ignored, "Seven years ago, he refused to bring me here because he didn't follow the rules. This time... ...Maybe I still can't go to the back mountain to see you, if you are not happy, just give Jiang Lin a dream, talk about him or scold him."

In the dark pupils of the man behind him, a little bit of laughter slowly appeared.

It's okay to talk about him or scold him?

She is really generous.

"Well, it's fine to talk about him, or to scold him." Duan Zijin repeated, "Call him a few more times, and the longer you scold him, the longer he will remember."

The man's face was a little ugly.

She sighed faintly.

"He must miss you very much. If you can tell the dream, you can say him or scold him. Let him have this dream... for a longer time."

Jiang Lin's body froze suddenly, his trachea seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, he couldn't breathe, his whole chest was hurting.

She has always had the ability to catch him off guard.

The turbulent waves in his heart beat against the cliff, and he suddenly stretched out his arms, completely pressing her thin figure into his arms.

The pen in Duan Zijin's hand fell to the wooden table with a "snap". Before he could react, he was surrounded by the familiar scent of mint.

"Jiang Lin?" She looked extremely embarrassed, "When did you come in?"

Why is there no movement at all?

"Not long." He smiled lowly.

How much did he hear what she said just now?Duan Zijin's expression became unnatural, and he said angrily, "I told you not to let you in!"

"If I don't come in, how many bad things are you going to say about me, huh?" The man rubbed his thin lips against her ears and lips as if punishing her deliberately, Duan Zijin moved his body uncomfortably in his arms, his hands But he locked her even tighter and prevented her from dodging. At the same time, he asked her in a hoarse voice a few times, "Who is Duan You?"