Chapter 2108
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Ye Tianxin stood beside Li Qingcang. The normal interaction between the two of them became especially affectionate in the eyes of the photographer.
The photographer kept pressing the shutter in his hand. From time to time, he would lower his head to change the film.
His eyes flickered with excitement.
"Tianxin."
Li Qingcang called out to Ye Tianxin. Ye Tianxin looked at Li Qingcang blankly. "What's wrong?"
Li Qingcang reached out his finger and gently wiped away the lipstick at the corner of her lips.
Ye Tianxin stood quietly on the spot, looking at Li Qingcang's deep and determined eyes.
They were so close that Ye Tianxin could count Li Qingcang's long and curly eyelashes.
At such a close distance, Ye Tianxin seemed to hear the sound of her heart beating.
Two beautiful blushes crept onto her face.
Seeing this, Li Qingcang whispered into Ye Tianxin's ear, "Tianxin, what scene did you just think of?"
"I didn't."
Ye Tianxin retorted softly.
She didn't have such inappropriate thoughts.
"I'm attracted to you."
Li Qingcang looked at Ye Tianxin and said gently, "Why don't we escape from the banquet?"
"Can we escape?" Ye Tianxin was a little hesitant. "We're the hosts, it's not good to escape …"
"With two fathers here, it'll be fine."
After Li Qingcang finished speaking, he held Ye Tianxin's hand and the two of them quietly slipped away from the banquet hall.
The photographer watched as the two of them quietly slipped away from his field of vision, and he secretly chased after them.
His leader had instructed him to take photos and videos of Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang. Who knew when he would make a documentary.
However …
When the photographer left the crowded banquet, Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang had already gotten into a car and left the Presidential Palace.
Ye Tianxin hugged Li Qingcang's waist tightly. She buried her head in Li Qingcang's broad back.
The sound of the wind could be heard.
The sound of the wind was exceptionally sharp.
The scenery on both sides of the road quickly flashed past Ye Tianxin's vision.
Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang hadn't done something out of line for a long time.
A tear slowly fell from the corner of Ye Tianxin's eye.
Those tears carried a kind of faint calmness and sadness.
The wind blew Ye Tianxin's dress.
It was like a floating leaf.
Li Qingcang drove the car to the entrance of the park behind the National Museum.
It was night time, and many people were still strolling in the park.
Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang walked to the roof of the tallest building in the park.
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