Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

"I don't care."

The Little Landlady pouted and hugged him even tighter, she didn't care how many people there were, her eyes only held Lin Chuan.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Lin Chuan held the Little Landlady, warm, soft, intimately close, and the faint scent of her body reached his nose, bringing him a sense of extraordinary peace, as well as a strange urge.

The Little Landlady hugged him tightly for a long while before finally getting off Lin Chuan, looking up at him steadily.

"Xinxin, what are you looking at?"

Lin Chuan smiled.

The Little Landlady's smile was radiant, filled with youthful vitality, "It's good to have you back, Chairman. Do you want to know what I'm wearing today?"

"What are you wearing?" Lin Chuan looked the Little Landlady up and down.

She was wearing a white chiffon knit shirt that day, with a pair of tight blue jeans below, white sneakers on her feet, and a light makeup on her face, which made her already exquisite features now even more remarkable.

The Little Landlady quickly walked out of the airport, pulling Lin Chuan along.

Then, in front of Lin Chuan, she gently rolled up the hem of her jeans to reveal a small section of her calf, and... black stockings.

This...

Lin Chuan swallowed, looking at the Little Landlady, and laughed, "You've turned into a little enchantress."

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"Then... let's go home!"

The Little Landlady blinked and whispered in Lin Chuan's ear, "I have another surprise for you."

"Okay."

Lin Chuan, with his arm around the Little Landlady's waist, got into the car.

The taxi driver drove skillfully.

In no time, he had transported Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady from the airport to Qingxiu District in Anling.

"Aren't we going home?"

Lin Chuan was somewhat surprised and asked.

"You'll know in a bit," the Little Landlady said, holding Lin Chuan's hand and leading him into a residential complex.

—Linjiang Mansion.

Before Lin Chuan had a chance to take a good look at the layout inside the complex, the Little Landlady pulled him into the elevator and pressed the button for the 30th floor.

Ding.

The 30th floor arrived.

The Little Landlady walked ahead, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, turned the doorknob, and looked at Lin Chuan with a smile, "Welcome home, Chairman."

"This..." Lin Chuan was still surprised as he walked into the house.

At first glance, it was a spacious flat of over 200 square meters with four bedrooms and two living rooms, luxuriously decorated yet with a warm feel.

Uh-huh.

The Little Landlady went on tiptoes, hooked Lin Chuan's neck, and said, "Chairman, from now on, this is our home."

"When did you start preparing this?"

Lin Chuan wrapped his arms around the Little Landlady and asked.

"I have always been preparing. While you were away on a business trip, I sped up the decoration process. It's already been tested, no formaldehyde, safe to stay," the Little Landlady continued, "Your clothes, I've folded them and put them in our walk-in closet for you. That room over there is specially set up for your gaming, and you can also write there. Um, I haven't finished yet."

"Just tell me, where's our room?"

Lin Chuan pushed the luggage aside and picked the Little Landlady up in his arms.

A flush appeared on the Little Landlady's face as she pointed around the house, "Every room is... slow down."

Before the Little Landlady finished speaking, Lin Chuan carried her into the bedroom.

The new bed was very soft,

And the Little Landlady was even softer.

Still carrying that faint scent.

Lin Chuan gently caressed the Little Landlady's face, then leaned down to kiss her.

Golden wind, jade dew.

Poor was this newly employed bed, as it faced its first ordeal, but luckily it was sturdy enough to withstand the surges caused by repeated fierce impacts.

The Little Landlady's chiffon shirt and jeans had a sad fate.

They were carelessly tossed on the floor, leaving a mess all around.

Of course, the black stockings had the most tragic end.

Lin Chuan was like a fierce general on the battlefield, barehanded, easily ripping them apart, and then advancing his troops to the city gates, battering them open with a battering ram, embarking on a relentless assault, tirelessly.

At noon, sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room.

Then, it gradually sank to the west, below the horizon, to be replaced by a new crescent moon slowly rising, while the moonlight fell, casting a different kind of serene beauty.

Lin Chuan half-lay in the spacious and soft bed, holding the fragrant and fluffy Little Landlady in his arms, enjoying a moment of tranquility that had been long missed.

His and the Little Landlady's mutual attacks continued for countless rounds.

And now they paused for a while.

At this moment.

A familiar electronic tone sounded in Lin Chuan's mind.

[Always full of enthusiasm, always hopeful.]

[A new life, new experiences.]

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