Pursue it? How to pursue it? Xu Ningsheng just smiled faintly, and there was no trace of it on his calm face …
"Don't worry, I won't." Xu Ningsheng said. Of course, he wanted to pursue it, but he didn't have the ability to do so. Who was Jin Beisen? He was not his opponent at all.
"It's getting late. I'll go back first. You should have a good rest." Jin Shuwen let out a deep sigh. These things were really messy. She was so confused that her head hurt.
"Well, Wenwen, don't think too much. Let's leave everything to fate." Xu Ningsheng's voice was a little low. It was as pleasant as the strings of a cello, very steady.
Jin Shuwen turned her eyes, and her mind was in a trance. If she could only use four words to describe him, it would be the breeze and the moon. Xu Ningsheng's clean temperament was really hard to dislike.
Unknowingly, Jin Shuwen smiled foolishly. She thought to herself that she probably still liked him.
City Garden.
Zhou Manchun was tired after a day. She fell on the bed with a tired face. Beside the pillow, a white men's shirt was folded very neatly. That shirt was Jin Beisen's, and now it was her pajamas.
Picking up the shirt that had been stained with her body fragrance, Zhou Manchun put the white shirt on her cheek and gently pressed her face against it, as if she was hugging Jin Beisen. The soft fabric made Zhou Manchun relax, and she closed her eyes.
This was the only thing she took from 520 Haibin Road. It was an ordinary shirt. There were so many shirts in Jin Beisen's wardrobe that she couldn't count. She thought that he would definitely not find out that she had stolen his shirt.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Yu Yina, who had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, saw Zhou Manchun sticking the shirt to her face. She was very puzzled and asked.
Zhou Manchun was stunned for a moment, then she shook her head with a smile and said, "Nothing, Nana, I'm going to take a shower first."
"Okay, hurry up and go." Yu Yina walked to the bedside with a smile.
Zhou Manchun quickly took the shirt, jumped out of bed, and walked into the bathroom with peace of mind.
520 Haibin Road.
At about 8: 30, Jin Beisen returned home. He was so upset that he couldn't concentrate on his work. He read a few documents and felt a headache. It was better to go home and rest early.
Nurse Wang brought a lot of washed clothes into Jin Beisen's room. Seeing that Jin Beisen's tie was not loosened, he fell on the bed with a tired face. She thought that something had happened to him, so she hurriedly went up and asked kindly, "Mr. Jin, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine, Aunt Wang. Go to bed early." Jin Beisen opened his eyes and saw Aunt Wang take his clothes and Zhou Manchun's dress. His eyes seemed to be locked by something. He was silent, motionless, and deep in thought.
"I'll leave after I put these clothes away." Aunt Wang smiled amiably. This was her job, and she couldn't be lazy.
"No, I'll do it," Jin Beisen said in a low voice as he stared at Zhou Manchun's dress with a gloomy look.
Aunt Wang glanced at Jin Beisen's expression and immediately understood. She quickly put the stack of clothes on the bed and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll go first."
As soon as Aunt Wang left, Jin Beisen picked up Zhou Manchun's dress, and then carried it along with his clothes into the luxurious cloakroom.
Jin Beisen's clothes had always been tidied up by the servants. Ever since Zhou Manchun came, it was always Zhou Manchun who did it. Zhou Manchun was a person who was obsessed with cleanliness. She always kept the wardrobe very clean. Every time Jin Beisen opened the door of the wardrobe, there would be a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Taking out the clothes hanger, Jin Beisen hung up his shirt and put it in the wardrobe. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Why was the white shirt next to his light blue shirt gone? He knew all the clothes in the wardrobe. Last month, Jin Beisen asked people to buy thirty-two shirts. Jin Beisen counted them. Including the ones he wore today, there were only thirty-one in total. There was still one missing. Where did it go?
Jin Beisen's shirts were all expensive, handmade, and custom-made. Each of them cost more than a thousand, and some even cost more than ten thousand. Jin Beisen's memory was especially good, and he would never forget the clothes he had worn.
There was a white shirt missing in the wardrobe. Jin Beisen squinted his eyes and thought carefully. Then he walked a few steps and opened the wardrobe next door. There were all kinds of women's clothes. Jin Beisen took a look. Zhou Manchun didn't take a skirt away. She didn't take anything away except his shirt?
At first, Jin Beisen wasn't sure. Later on, he immediately pulled out his phone and checked the surveillance footage at home. In the surveillance footage, Zhou Manchun had indeed taken away his shirt. Jin Beisen took a screenshot of this scene. The corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful smirk, and his gaze seductively closed the wardrobe door.
In this case, he had to get the shirt back and return it to its owner.
In fact, Jin Beisen just wanted to find an excuse to see Zhou Manchun. He was a man of action. Not long after he got home, he drove away immediately.
When he arrived at the Famous City Garden, Jin Beisen called Zhou Manchun. It was only half past nine.
Zhou Manchun hung up the first call. She didn't answer it. Seeing Jin Beisen's number, she was a little flustered.
Jin Beisen immediately called her for the second time. Zhou Manchun looked at the flashing mobile phone in her hand and hesitated to answer it. Somehow, her brain was out of control and she decisively pressed the answer button.
After holding her breath for three seconds, Zhou Manchun said expressionlessly, "Hello."
"I'm downstairs. What did you take? Take it down and return it to its owner." Jin Beisen's eyes were fixed on Zhou Manchun's room. The curtains were closed tightly. He couldn't see anything, but through the gap of the curtains, he saw the light inside.
Zhou Manchun's heart skipped a beat. Her face was a little red. She said in a trembling voice, "What did I take from you?"
"Don't play dumb. Where's my shirt?" Jin Beisen's slender fingers held the steering wheel, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into an evil smile.
"How do I know about your shirt?" Zhou Manchun didn't know that there was also a surveillance camera in the room. She clutched the white shirt on her body tightly and thought, "How did Jin Beisen find out that I took one of the shirts out of so many?"
"I saw the surveillance camera. Do you want me to send you a picture to show you the evidence?" Jin Beisen's eyes were slightly cold. He asked back. He knew that Zhou Manchun wouldn't admit it easily.
Zhou Manchun was silent for three seconds on the other end of the phone. She held her breath and said, "Your shirt was dirty by me. I've thrown it away."
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