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Chapter 168

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The lighter was in Fu Huai 'an's hand, but he didn't light up the cigarette. After a long while, he moved the cigarette away from his lips …

"You blocked all my words with the words' overestimate yourself '!" Fu Huai 'an moved the lit cigarette away from the corner of his mouth and tapped the ash into the ashtray. "Lin Nuan, your words may sound nice, saying that you admire me, but every single condition in your words is very specific. You've clearly excluded me from your criteria for choosing a spouse. Every single word you've said is precisely rejecting me."

Fu Huai 'an raised his deep brows. His eyes were deeply wrinkled, and his gaze was as calm as water, yet it seemed to be able to see through one's heart.

"You used to be the daughter of the Lin family and lived a life of luxury. You also left the Lin family and lived on your own, so I can't blame you for being naive. I can say that you just want something new, but in fact, the life you imagined wouldn't last long."

"It's fine if you don't admit that you have feelings for me, I still have a way for you to admit that you have feelings for me. But you just have to say that you admire me, and after sleeping with me, you set up a bunch of rules for me to reject me."

Fu Huai 'an still looked calm, and his tone didn't reveal any emotion, but the lines of his face tightened and became colder.

The atmosphere in the condominium became cold because of the change in Fu Huai 'an's expression.

Lin Nuan picked up the glass of water and took a sip, not knowing what to say. Fu Huai 'an was right, every word she said was targeted at Fu Huai' an as a rejection.

After a long silence, Fu Huai 'an placed the lighter on the dining table and slowly poured himself a glass of water. He said again, "The first time I saw you was in Iraq in June 2014."

Fu Huai 'an looked at Lin Nuan with his dark eyes, his gaze deep.

Lin Nuan paused in her action of putting down the glass of water. She looked at Fu Huai 'an, her heart beating faster …

In June 2014, Lin Nuan was following the flight route Wen Moshen took to find traces of him.

Ever since the Iraqi anti-government armed forces, ISIL, occupied several provincial capitals in Iraq in January 2014, many planes that passed through these places went missing or crashed, which were more or less related to terrorist organizations.

When the flight that Wen Moshen was on met with an accident, it was said that the plane was destroyed by a terrorist organization. There were even some people who uploaded blurry photos online, saying that more than ten survivors were sent to Tikrit City, the capital of Salahuddin Province, for treatment.

Lin Nuan carried a glimmer of hope and headed to Tikrit. But when she was about to arrive, she heard that Tikrit had already been occupied by the anti-government armed forces.

After checking Lin Nuan's passport, the government troops violently sent her to the bus to Samarra.

According to the government, a heavy machinery and equipment construction company owned by the Jiang family was located in Samarra. There were more than 500 employees and their families waiting to be evacuated by helicopter. It was safer there for Lin Nuan.

Lin Nuan asked them about the crash of T-324, but no one knew.

In the early morning of the 22nd, Lin Nuan and the others arrived in Samarra. Lu Xiangsi, the wife of the person in charge of the Iraqi branch of the Jiang family's heavy machinery and equipment company, received her with her big belly.

Hearing that Lin Nuan was asking about the crash of T-324, she knew that there must be someone very important to Lin Nuan on that plane. She admired the young lady's courage to not give up hope and come here to look for someone. She took good care of Lin Nuan.

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