Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

“Wow, wow, wow… I’m so scared. I’m most afraid of the dark. I can’t see… ah!”

She seemed to be tripped by something and her steps were obviously a little unsteady.

From the sound, Lin Zhiyi thought Shen Yan was rushing towards her.

And in front of her was Gong Chen.

Shen Yan really knows how to take advantage of opportunities.

Then there was the sound of bodies colliding, and Shen Yan had really succeeded.

Lin Zhiyi was about to sneer when suddenly a dark shadow blocked her way.

She was stunned and had no time to react before a familiar breath pressed down on her.

Lin Zhiyi was kissed without any preparation and even forgot to escape.

The smell on the man was like the cold air of winter in the sun, which brought with it a chilly warmth after being exposed to the sun.

His kiss was not heavy, not half as overbearing as before. It was more like he was trying to block her mouth. His breathing was disordered but very restrained.

Lin Zhiyi was brought back to her senses by the wailing sound of people rolling on the ground.

Then, the footsteps of servants were heard from the other end of the corridor, and from here one could see that they were holding lit scented candles in their hands.

Seeing the light getting closer, Lin Zhiyi tried to push the man away in panic, but he held her waist and led her into the room.

With a click, the doorman closed and locked it.

Lin Zhiyi was pushed against the wall by the man, and his breathing brought up a wet feeling.

When she raised her hand to resist, the man let her go and pressed her hand lightly.

"Don't you know whether I should drink the tonic soup?" Gong Chen's low and hoarse voice was full of charm.

"you……"

Just as Lin Zhiyi was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Lin, I'll bring you a candle."

Gong Chen stared at her, took a step back and stood behind the door, with his hands in his pockets, not caring at all about being discovered.

Lin Zhiyi could only grit her teeth, open the door a crack, and take the tray with scented candles from the maid.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw two people falling in the corridor, Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan.

"Shen Yan, get up!"

"Miss Song? Why are you here?" Shen Yan blurted out.

"What do you mean? If not me, then who else could it be?" Song Wanqiu's voice became much sharper.

Shen Yan immediately changed her words: "I thought it was Zhiyi. I heard her voice just now and she seemed to be here. I'm sorry, I was so scared that I tripped. I helped you up immediately."

Her humility comforted Song Wanqiu.

As soon as Song Wanqiu got up, she searched everywhere for Gong Chen.

"Third Master, Third Master..."

Chen Jin jumped out from nowhere and said, "Miss Song, the Third Master is busy with something. You should go back and have a rest."

Under the candlelight, Song Wanqiu's face flickered, and even his shadow cast on the wall looked a little hideous.

In a blink of an eye, she turned and looked towards Lin Zhiyi's room.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiyi reacted quickly and closed the door immediately.

There were six scented candles placed high and low on the tray. The fragrance was a bit mixed, but not unpleasant. Lin Zhiyi even leaned in to sniff it hard.

Gong Chen, who was standing opposite, watched this scene with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The candlelight flickered slightly, making Lin Zhiyi's eyes look even more lively. When she pressed her hair with her fingertips and leaned close to smell the scented candle, her lips slightly raised, pure and clean.

But when it comes to this face, it exudes an alluring desire.

Especially the white silk shirt with the collar slightly open, a few strands of hair falling on the delicate collarbone, revealing a touch of charm in her bones.

Gong Chen's breathing quickened, the fire in front of him dimmed, and he walked closer to Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi took a step back defensively.

He lowered his eyes, and Lin Zhiyi held her breath and endured his pressure.

However, Gong Chen simply took the tray from her hand, turned around and went into the room and sat down.

"come over."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, unable to guess what he was thinking.

But she couldn't get out, so she could only walk over.

As soon as I sat down, he pulled my injured hand over.

He took out a burn ointment from his pocket and applied some on Lin Zhiyi's wound.

Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned. How did he know?

Soon a cool feeling replaced her doubts, causing her body to stretch instinctively.

Combined with the scent of aromatherapy, the world suddenly feels clearer.

Gong Chen lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly. He said calmly, "How do you know about Mr. Yu? That was news from ten years ago. After the car accident, Mr. Yu had the news withdrawn."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi's originally relaxed body tensed up again, and her fingers couldn't help but curl up.

She looked at Gong Chen and smiled bitterly in her heart.

I have to thank him for that.

In her previous life, she heard many intermittent messages from outside Gong Chen’s study.

Although I couldn't hear it clearly.

But it was not difficult for her to trace back in time.

Even though Ms. Yu removed the news about her husband, the news about the car accident with the hidden name was not completely cleared up.

But she definitely couldn't tell Gong Chen about this.

Lin Zhiyi pulled her hand back and didn't look at him: "I checked it myself. If President Yu really likes camellia so much, how could he plant the most beautiful camellia in the small garden closest to the toilet?"

Gong Chen raised his eyes, not believing it, but did not ask any more questions.

He took out the gauze: "Hand, haven't been bandaged yet."

"I can do it myself." Lin Zhiyi tried to pull the gauze out of his hand.

But he did not let go, instead he used the force to bring her into his arms.

Lin Zhiyi sat with her back against his lap, struggling to get up, but his arms were so strong that he easily held her in his chest.

Before she could close the distance between them, the man rested his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath ironing her ears.

"Don't move." He warned hoarsely.

Lin Zhiyi didn't dare to move and let him bandage her wound.

As soon as the bandage was tied, she pushed Gong Chen's hand away and struggled to stand up.

But maybe it was because of the injury, his feet went weak as soon as they touched the ground, and he fell heavily back onto Gong Chen's legs.

Pressed against his hot chest, she felt as if her body was burning and she gasped uncontrollably.

Gong Chen supported her with his palm, his eyes deep: "Not running away?"

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke: "So... so uncomfortable, so hot..."

Hearing this, Gong Chen moved closer to Lin Zhiyi, looked at the blush on her face, and immediately understood something.

He quickly blew out the scented candles on the table.

The white smoke dissipated in the darkness, and the rain hit the glass windows, but it still couldn't cover up the two breathing sounds, one deep and one shallow, which were getting tighter and tighter.

Outside the window, the moonlight was covered with a layer of gauze, casting a faint light that just fell on Lin Zhiyi.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were slightly drunk, and sweat had soaked her hair into a mess.

There was a surge of dark tides in Gong Chen's eyes. He raised his hand and covered her cheek. The strange temperature difference made her rub his palm obediently.

Her fingertips slipped and she tilted her head back, exposing her delicate and fragile neck.

Gong Chen stroked the skin on Lin Zhiyi's neck. Her breathing suddenly quickened and her throat subconsciously rolled. His hand paused, as if he was burned by something.

The next moment, Lin Zhiyi felt a hot breath falling on his neck.

"Uncomfortable?" Gong Chen whispered hoarsely.

"……Um."

"do it yourself."