Chapter 317 Every sentence is his confession

"Don't think about it, do you know the conditions at Mr. Yin's family?" he asked.

Yu Fan nodded.

Fu Lin said seriously: "The Lin family is not worse than the Yin family. The capital side, please be more kind. Besides, Miss Lin has a good personality. She thinks I am a friend and it is my luck."

Yu Fan suddenly realized and expressed his understanding.

The two met by chance, polite and polite, and it was nothing strange to behave, but Fu Lin was in the entertainment industry, a place where you could easily be over-interpreted if you smile more.

Because of his traffic and fame, the official account that "Fu Lin met a woman in private and the underground relationship was suspected to be exposed" became directly popular.

The agent Yu Fan took Fu Lin and his assistant to the small hillock to prepare for the new film and television shooting. The signal on the mountain was not good, and he was too busy to find it. Lin Gantang did not chase stars, and did not pay much attention to entertainment news on weekdays, so he did not notice this.

So the report went directly to the hot search headlines and became popular.

Lin Gantang came out of Yin Zhen's company and went directly to Yuanshui River and opened the door.

Wen Yanqing happened to be at work, and it was a great opportunity to come here at this time. She was not afraid of being bullied by him, but could see her lipstick that she was longing for.

The tabby cat was nestled on the sofa and immediately jumped down and walked towards her when she saw Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang picked it up, held it in his arms, and kissed it on the forehead: "Big guy is watching the house, so good."

The tabby cat shook its ears, round eyes, and looked so cute.

Lin Gantang hummed happily, kicked off his shoes and walked into Wen Yanqing's room with his cat in his arms, and then saw the gift box on the bedside table at a glance.

The delicate bow is held in your hand and smells the faint fragrance outside the box, which is very textured.

The tabby cat in Lin Gantang's arms stretched out his claws to hook the ribbon tied on it.

"No, this is a gift from your father." Lin Gantang put the tabby cat on the ground and sat on the bed by himself.

The tabby cat jumped onto the bedside table, squatted and looked at her, shaking her tail from time to time.

Lin Gantang opened the gift box and placed several rows of carefully designed textured patterns. Her name could be found under each piece.

Lin Gantang picked up a light pink piece and found a thin and narrow strip of paper pressing underneath.

The vigorous and powerful font fell on the small note.

"The first time kiss, it looks like you blushing."

Lin Gantang's heart thumped, such a shy pink, like a lover's intimacy.

Lin Gantang picked up her usual bean paste color:

"Your lipstick rubbed against my shirt collar, and that day it was a faint rose fragrance."

Lin Gantang subconsciously sniffed the red color and smelled it, and the new lipstick turned into a rose fragrance.

Lin Gantang couldn't help but speed up, not knowing what he was expecting, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reached out and touched them gently.

"Like the prince of June, the rose you gave me."

Lin Gantang opened the plum-colored lipstick and recalled the prince rose she folded when she was seventeen years old.

He still remembers it.

Her heart trembled at it.

She picked up the brick red lipstick:

“I don’t like it.”

No reason left.

Lin Gantang was a little confused, but he still put it back gently.

Perhaps the value of this gift is not itself, but every memory related to Wen Yanqing.

He remembered every appearance of her and every moment of her heart, which was instinctively imprinted in her heart, properly hidden in the depths.

Lin Gantang's heart was pounding. Every time he looked at it, he seemed to hear his lingering confession.

She covered her hot face and took the gift into her arms with cherishing her.
Chapter completed!