C8

When George followed his secretary to see the lawyer. She stared blankly at him for a moment. In her mind, she recalled the scene in the court where Zhou An was trying to force his father's attorney, the plaintiff's lawyer, to the point where he was rendered speechless …

"We meet again, Miss Qiao."

Zhou An looked at Qiao Chunan and smiled implicitly. He reached out his hand and looked at the hand in front of him.

"Long time no see." Qiao Chunan left as soon as his hand came into contact with hers. She forced a smile. She really had no good impression of Zhou An. After all, it could be said that his father's imprisonment was greatly related to him.

"Back then, I also did what a lawyer should do. I hope Miss Qiao won't mind." Zhou An could see that Qiao Chuan An was in a trance, so he couldn't help but explain. After all, they were colleagues from now on.

Hearing this, Qiao Chu An lowered his head and laughed. He shook his head and said softly, "It's alright." Back then, she had also hated this lawyer. But now, she had already thought it through. The father son of the Gu family was the real culprit.

After the two of them exchanged simple pleasantries, they each went back to their own business.

As he typed the report into his computer, Zhou An placed a cup of coffee on her desk. He hesitated for a moment before reminding her in good faith, "If you have time, you can watch the news."

Qiao Chao An nodded and curiously closed the document. After he saw the bullet box, his entire body immediately started trembling.

"Explode!" "The destitute and famous Qiao Chunan finally appeared five years later. She actually hugged the mysterious rich man's thigh?" The top page showed her getting out of the Bentley with the headline stinging her eyes.

He could not help but clench his fists tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he felt a chill. It was as if there was a pair of eyes watching his every move, hoping to ruin her once again.

Qiao Chunan tried his best not to think about the news as he braced himself. However, he had to admit that the internet's violence could destroy a person's mind.

The elevator door slowly closed. With a huge yawn, he reached a hand in, and when she looked up, she saw the thin manicure in front of the elevator.

Qiao Chunan's gaze immediately turned away from the thin shaman. She felt uncomfortable thinking about the reports on the internet, but luckily there was no mention of the thin shaman. The entertainment officials were well versed in the ways of "soft persimmon".

He looked at her, then stood beside her and pressed the button on the first floor.

Qiao Chuan carefully raised his head to look at him. The side of his face was clean and stern, with a high nose bridge. His indifferent lips were slightly pursed, giving off a cold aura.

Why did he only get off work now? Qiao Chun An was a little doubtful, but she still remained silent as she hid in the corner of the elevator, keeping her distance from the thin Siren.

However, in the next second, the elevator suddenly shook and she almost fell to the ground due to the shaking of her body.

However, the elevator suddenly stopped at the 13th floor. The lights overhead flickered on and off, showing signs of being extinguished at any moment.

Qiao Chunan pressed his hand against the thin shaman's chest. He felt the warmth of the strange palm on the back of his waist and felt a warmth on his cheeks. Then, he realized that there was a problem with the elevator.

The intimate atmosphere between the two seemed to have dispersed the tension. Qiao Chuan could feel the breathing frequency of the girl and his heart started to beat faster. Unknowingly, her hands had already wrapped around his waist.

"Thank you." Jojouan tried to free himself from the thin shaman's arms, but just as he spoke a single word, the elevator shuddered and plummeted.

The thin cultivator then hugged Qiao Chuan even more tightly. With a frown, he whispered, "Hug me tight!"

The elevator stopped as if it was a roller coaster. Qiao Chunan could only feel his legs becoming too weak to stand. He leaned against the thin shaman, biting his lips as tears welled up in his eyes.

"What should I do? I'm scared?" Her voice trembled. After all, it was already this time. There shouldn't be anyone else in the company. She wondered if the elevator would descend again.

"It will be fine." A warm feeling rose in her heart as she looked into his eyes and saw how relieved she was to depend on him.

He had only said five words, but they were like a shot in the back of his hand. His breathing slowed down, but he still held on tight to her waist, even though a voice inside told him he should let go.

Soon after he rang the alarm in the elevator, the sound came from the walkie-talkie again, and Tuppence calmly explained the situation to the voice.

"Don't worry CEO, we'll be there in five minutes." There was a hubbub of electricity, and then the elevator went silent again.

Qiao Chunan raised his head to look at the thin elementalist's chin. Suddenly, he felt something strange. Unexpectedly, he lowered his head and the two of them instantly gazed at each other.

The light above her head flickered again, so fiercely that she could not help but blink, but her face became more and more clear.

He stared into her eyes, suddenly seized by an irresistible impulse to her soft, tender lips.

The light was extinguished and the elevator went dark.

The next second, he felt his lips soften. Then the palm of his hand on his waist pushed her even closer to the Tinker, and her cries of surprise turned into a whimper that gradually disappeared as her lips ground together.

The thin Shuren felt the struggle and put a hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

Joachim frowned, his heart thundering, and when he felt the thin shaman's hands slowly sliding down, she snapped out of it and bit hard on his tongue.

The thin cultivator suddenly opened his mouth in pain, but his hand still held onto her wrist, causing her to stick close to his chest. In the darkness, in between the sealed elevator, there were only the two of them violently breathing.