Tonight Ying Jing wore something breezy, the suit draped over her, leaving a cool expanse at her chest.
Softly nestled next to Wen Fucheng, the man wrapped an arm around her with one hand.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Feeling the warmth of their skin touching, the person in his arms slightly tilted her head to look at him.
There was no room for anything else in their eyes.
Outside the venue, the paparazzi waiting for Lu Yuan got nothing.
Lu Yuan brought a lot of bodyguards and several luxury cars. No one knew exactly which car he got into.
After waiting in vain for dozens of minutes, they realized he had already reached the airport.
The same group trying to photograph Ying Jing didn't get anything good either.
Following Ying Jing's car, they finally realized she wasn't in it at all.
The group exchanged puzzled glances, one looking at another.
Could it be...
Ying Jing and Lu Yuan secretly went on a date without anyone knowing?
