Lin Shiyu wore a black swimsuit with a black lace tube top. The thin straps wrapped around her beautiful neck and a black muslin wrapped around her slender waist, accentuating her slender legs, making them look slender, fair and long.
This kind of black color made her beautiful eyes and brows even more exquisite. She leaned against the wall of the pool alone, her seaweed-like hair cascading down lazily. The ends of her hair were damp. She did not compete with the others for beauty, instead, she emitted her own unique and cold aura.
She had been writing songs these few days and it was rare for her to relax. She closed her eyes.
"Lion." At this moment, her assistant, Bao Zi, came over. Bao Zi stood by the pool and handed her cell phone over. "Lion, you have a message."
Lin Shiyu opened her eyes and glanced at the message — -Where are you?
It was a simple message with a question mark.
It was from Fu Qinglun.
She ignored it and said to Bao Zi, "Bao Zi, you don't have to accompany me anymore. You should go and play."
Bao Zi was her assistant and she was still a young lady.
Bao Zi was very happy. "Lion, I'll go and soak for a while. Don't go too far. Call me if you need anything."
"Mm." Lin Shiyu nodded.
Bao Zi left.
Lin Shiyu soaked for a while and the steam from the hot spring made her pretty face flush red. At this moment, she heard the sound of running water. Someone was coming.
Lin Shiyu glanced sideways and saw a man in his thirties standing not too far away. His perverted eyes were fixed on her.
Pervert!
Lin Shiyu instantly furrowed her pretty brows. She didn't say a word and climbed up the table.
She picked up a white bathrobe and wrapped it around her body. She walked back to her room.
Her mood had been ruined by this pervert.
Walking along the corridor, Lin Shiyu felt someone following her from behind. She turned around and saw the perverted man following behind her.
Lin Shiyu's heart tightened and she quickened her footsteps.
The pervert behind her also quickened his footsteps, as if he was chasing after her.
Lin Shiyu turned back. The pervert gave her an evil smile and even unzipped his pants …
At this moment, her delicate body directly crashed into a broad and warm embrace.
Lin Shiyu wanted to lift her head, but a large palm held the back of her head and pressed her face into his arms. A deep and magnetic voice rang out from above her head. "Don't look."
Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Shiyu knew that it was Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun was here.
That pervert unzipped his pants in front of her, but Fu Qinglun did not allow her to look.
Lin Shiyu could smell the clean, masculine scent on the man. He had just come in from outside and was wearing a camel-colored coat. The coat was stained with the cold dew outside.
But now, her little face was pressed against his chest. Through the cold material of his clothes, she could feel his warm and comfortable body heat gradually coming out and pressing against her little face.
A man's broad chest can easily give a woman a sense of security and dependence.
Lin Shiyu's heart calmed down.
At this moment, a few staff members and security guards came over. The security guards pressed the pervert down and the staff member ran to Fu Qinglun's side and said respectfully, "Young Master Fu, we don't know where this pervert came from. We'll go and investigate now."
The pervert was pressed onto the ground, but his perverted eyes were still staring at Lin Shiyu. He said maniacally, "Lion, I love you, I really love you so much!"
"Young Master Fu, this pervert is very likely to be Mrs Fu's fan," the staff member said.
Lin Shiyu moved and turned around. She looked at the pervert on the ground. "I've received many roses and gifts recently. It's probably from this pervert. He's my fanatical fan."
Fu Qinglun's hand slid downwards, holding onto her svelte waist in a domineering manner. His cold gaze swept over the perverted man and he moved his thin lips. "Throw him into the police station and investigate him thoroughly. I don't think he's as simple as a fan."
"Yes." The security guards escorted the pervert away.
Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun. "Young Master Fu, are you suspecting that this person isn't my fan?"
Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips. The wine rack at the bar had suddenly smashed towards her. He had seen a black figure behind the wine rack.
After that, he had sent someone to investigate, but they hadn't been able to find any useful information.
Now that a pervert had come out to harass her, this matter wasn't that simple.
Fu Qinglun looked at Lin Shiyu's beautiful face and said, "There aren't that many coincidences in this world. If there are too many coincidences, then it must be man-made. Let's go back to the room."
Fu Qinglun stretched his long legs and walked in front.
Lin Shiyu froze on the spot. Her pretty eyes contracted violently — - There aren't that many coincidences in this world. If there are too many coincidences, then it must be man-made.
She had heard this saying before.
Six years ago, Zi Jun said the same thing in his letter.
Why would Fu Qinglun say the same thing that Zi Jun had said?
Was this a coincidence?
At this moment, Fu Qinglun stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around and looked at her. "Why aren't you walking?"
Lin Shiyu looked at the man's face. His facial features were handsome and refined, and he exuded the aura of a noble young master.
He was wearing a camel-colored coat today. Underneath the coat was a clean white shirt. The cuffs of the shirt were buttoned up with silver buttons and a small portion of his shirt was revealed from the sleeves of the coat. It was clean and charming.
Lin Shiyu suddenly recalled her erotic dream. She had dreamt of Zi Jun. Zi Jun was wearing a clean white shirt and walking towards her …
Sometimes, a woman's intuition was more accurate than any detective's. In the midst of the sparks, she saw that the handsome and refined face in front of her perfectly overlapped with Zi Jun's. Her mind went blank.
Seeing that she was in a daze, Fu Qinglun stretched his long legs and walked over. He stretched out his fair hand to touch her forehead. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Lin Shiyu quickly evaded him, not letting him touch her.
"I'll go back to my room first." She opened her room door and slammed it shut.
Fu Qinglun looked at the tightly shut room door in front of him and his eyes darkened.
…
In the room.
Lin Shiyu's heart was in a mess. Her mind was filled with only one question. Was Fu Qinglun Zi Jun?
Was he?
No, it shouldn't be.
But a woman's sixth sense kept telling her that Fu Qinglun was Zi Jun, and Zi Jun was Fu Qinglun!
One was Zi Jun, whom she had corresponded with for three years. The other was her husband, whom she had been married to for three years. She had an indescribable sense of familiarity with both of them. When these two feelings of familiarity overlapped, she was almost certain that it was Zi Jun.
Fu Qinglun was Zi Jun!
At this time, someone knocked on the door. Someone was knocking on the door.
Who was it?
Lin Shiyu walked over to the door and opened it. There was no one outside, but there was a letter on the carpet.
There were only a few words in the letter — - I'll wait for you at the pavilion at nine o 'clock.
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