Love her deeply, the abstinent president dotes on his assistant

Xiao Yichen's voice was stern: "Yes, it's me."

Li Jinyu's long-held anger erupted: "What's wrong with you? You brought her all the way here, only to leave her alone in a hotel? Are you still a man? Get back here!"

Lin Suman sat up and said weakly: "Ajin, you misunderstood..."

Xiao Yichen was stunned: "Ah? I..."

Li Jinyu didn't even give him a chance to explain: "What? I didn't see you show up within ten minutes, so you'll have to bear the consequences yourself!"

He hung up the voice call majestically, and the next second he saw the WeChat message Xiao Yichen sent three minutes ago.

Xiao Yichen: "Suman, A Dan is not feeling well today and can't go back to the hotel tonight."

Xiao Yichen: "She's staying with me for the night. Is it okay for you to go alone?"

Probably because he didn't get a response, he called to ask about the situation.

What's going on? Li Jinyu was stunned.

Lin Suman struggled to come over and snatch the phone away, complaining weakly: "Why are you still like this, cursing people indiscriminately."

Li Jinyu's momentum weakened a lot, "I thought you..."

Lin Suman rolled her eyes at him, lowered her head, quickly typed a line of words, and sent it to Xiao Yichen. "I'm sorry, it was Ah Jin who misunderstood. Take good care of Ah Dan, I'm fine."

Xiao Yichen's message came back quickly: "It's okay! I'm relieved that he's taking care of you."

Lin Suman put her phone aside, looked up at Li Jinyu, and said softly, "I can do it alone, you go back."

Li Jinyu didn't mean to leave. He cleared his throat and sat down beside her bed. "Why did you delete my WeChat?"

Lin Suman was silent for a long time. Seeing that Li Jinyu was still staring at her, she finally said sullenly, "I'm afraid I can't help but send a message and disturb your life!"

"How do you know it's a disturbance?" Li Jinyu gritted his teeth in anger.

"You need to change your habit of randomly speculating on other people's thoughts!"

I used to move out of the apartment with just a sentence “I don’t want to disturb your life”.

Now I deleted his WeChat with the words "I'm afraid of disturbing your life".

Lin Suman remained silent, turned her face away, and a layer of mist gradually filled her eyes.

Things had gotten so bad between them, could she still have the nerve to pester him?

Even if she misses him so much that he becomes sick, she has to endure it.

God knows how sad she felt every time she finished editing a long paragraph. She would hold down the delete key tightly, letting the words she had carefully considered for a long time disappear line by line - as if he had already received them.

I am always terrified, afraid that I will press "Send" out of impulse.

However, I missed him madly that night.

Due to a momentary delay, I sent that message to save the relationship.

To her disappointment, there has been no reply so far.

It was so cold, without even a single punctuation mark.

If that's not disturbing, then what is it?

In front of him, the little bit of courage she had was almost exhausted.

I can't let him go, nor can I suppress my longing and love for him. I can only delete the message cruelly and stop myself from sending it again.

That day, Liu Guyang came to talk to her about the Haihua City project for the first time.

When talking about the complete history of "Long's Manor", we learned that there were stories buried in history in those nearly one hundred years old houses.

Liu Guyang sent her an email, analyzing everyone related to Long's Manor.

The Long family's ancestral roots and the once prosperous Long family manor fell into decline in the hands of Long Jinyu, the eldest son of the Long family.

I listened to the complete legend of Long Jinyu's short life and his love story with his wife Lin Shiman.

It is exactly the same as described in that mysterious novel from the Republic of China period - "The Outstanding Husband and the Destitute Daughter".

Liu Guyang was actually seeking help, hoping to use her cultural perspective to analyze the focus of the scenic area's cultural composition.

She agreed without hesitation.

That night, I finished reading the information.

She really wanted to ask Li Jinyu - was finding this project a coincidence or was it intentional?

She remembered that under the Albizia Julibrissin tree, he had forced her to ask, who is Long Jinyu?

Has he been obsessed with the name "Long Jinyu" since then and tried to find its origin?

However, she still held back.

She thought, in the adult world, silence means coldness, indifference, rejection, disgust, resentment...

Since you didn’t respond last time, it would be impolite to send you another message this time.

To prevent herself from failing, she finally hardened her heart and deleted him completely.

Thinking about all this, her eyes reddened: "I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. Aren't you just afraid that I'll pester you?"

"When did you ever text me?"

She remained silent.

Li Jinyu suddenly remembered the rehabilitation treatment he had received in Switzerland and was anxious to walk independently.

However, his legs were out of his control, and the feeling of powerlessness made him collapse several times.

One day, I got so angry that I threw my phone away and broke it.

I never used my phone again or logged into WeChat again.

I got a new phone and recently downloaded WeChat.

"My phone broke, so I got a new one." He sighed softly, his expression softening. "What did you send?"

Lin Suman slowly retreated into the quilt and avoided answering: "I forgot."

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he leaned in to kiss her.

She was so scared that she covered her head with the quilt.

"Tell me, what did you send?" He held her in his arms, including the quilt, and coaxed her gently: "I broke your phone. I really didn't mean to not reply to the message."

After using both soft and hard tactics, she finally smiled.

She looked at him with childish pride: "I, I'll send it again. Then, if you reply to me, I'll forgive you."

"Okay, send it." After he added her back on WeChat, Yinqin put the phone in her palm.

She typed a few words and sent it: "Ajin, let's not break up, okay?"

After he looked at it, there was a smile in his eyes.

She was anxious: "Why don't you reply to me?"

He smiled mischievously: "I have replied a long time ago."

Her face flushed with anger: "When did you reply to me? I check your WeChat several times a day, don't lie to me!"

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

She was stunned.

The Swiss netizen on Weibo is really Li Jinyu!

He looked at her lovingly and spoke from the bottom of his heart: "Shoubao, those days when I couldn't wake up, you whispered words in my ear that hurt me."

"I just fought hard to wake up. You are my life. How could I let you go?"

"In my heart, I never intended to break up with you. We are just separated temporarily, and I am with you in another form."

She was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes and her mouth was about to cry.

Pretending to ignore him, she turned around and crawled into the quilt, crying, with a thick nasal voice: "I, I'm sleepy."

He lifted the quilt and wanted to hug her: "Are you sleepy? Come to my place, it's more comfortable than here, on the 20th floor."

She desperately grabbed the corner of the quilt: "I'm not going."

"I'm worried about you being here alone. Be good and listen!"

She blurted out in a hurry: "Uncle Li will see it."

He suddenly stopped, a smile on his face, and said with a hint of amusement, "So, you don't dare to come to my place because my dad is here. Xiaoman, how old are you?"

Lin Suman's red eyes flickered across his face for a moment before she lowered her eyes and pushed him away: "I, am not."