出轨的姐姐

After chatting with Min Yu for a while, Luo Ying got ready to head home and have dinner with Lu Zhao.

Everything was going smoothly on Luo Ying’s side, but it was not the case on Lin Su’s side.

Lin Su frowned as he looked at the public opinion that was gradually shifting towards Luo Ying.

[Luo Ying must have been wrongly accused. We don’t have to believe her, but we’re not going to call Jin Shi and Director Cheng Yang liars, right?] [Yes, yes. Lin Su did something wrong, and he’s trying to bury it.]

[Lin Su hasn’t even cleaned up his own mess yet. He’s just trying to pull everyone down with him. How nefarious.]

He clenched the phone in his hand. There were more than a dozen unanswered calls to Luo Ying.

He really wanted to talk to Luo Ying now. He wanted to know why she had become like this.

He didn’t know why, but ever since Luo Ying started to distance herself from him, his longing for her had spiraled out of control.

He had no interest in Luo Ying at all.

However, it seemed that ever since that incident, he had become more and more concerned about Luo Ying, even more so than his obsession with Su Ran. He grew crazy with his desire for Luo Ying, and he wanted to see her pester him and make things difficult for him again.

“What’s wrong? Is Luo Ying not picking up?” Su Ran walked over and gently patted Lin Su’s shoulder.

She looked at Lin Su, who was frowning and staring at the phone in his hand wordlessly.

Su Ran noticed his phone screen and looked over. Lin Su had called Luo Ying more than ten times, but Luo Ying had not replied.

Su Ran’s blood ran cold.

Su Ran knew that something had gone horribly wrong. Lin Su had a desire for Luo Ying. Lin Su had never been so persistent about anything.

She still maintained a gentle and kind look on her face and patted Lin Su’s hand gently. “If we can’t contact her, we can handle this crisis ourselves.”

Lin Su nodded dejectedly. He knew that the source of this desperation ran deeper than the crisis on social media.

He laughed at himself and looked at the computer. He had more important work to do now and could not waste time on such a relationship.

When Luo Ying returned home, she didn’t expect the house to be empty and dark.

Was Zhang not around today?

Luo Ying reached out to touch the switches, but she was unexpectedly pulled into a warm and scorching embrace.

The man held her tightly, the minty scent of his body enveloping her. She could feel his hot breath.

His breath tickled her ear, and she shivered.

“Why didn’t you turn on the lights? It’s only been a day, and you’re already sticking to me,” Luo Ying whispered.

“I saw the fuss over you and Jin Shi.” Lu Zhao’s words seemed to be said in a fit of pique.

Luo Ying laughed. This man was really cute.

“We’re colleagues. Besides, he helped me through a rowdy crowd. I’ll have to pay him out of my pocket. If it were you, you’d do it for free.”

Lu Zhao buried his head in her neck and breathed gently, as if he was afraid that his breath would blow Luo Ying away.

“Why are you always afraid that I’ll leave you? I’m clearly here and won’t go anywhere.” Luo Ying wrapped her arms around him and gently leaned on his shoulder.

Lu Zhao sighed and continued to rest his head on Luo Ying’s neck. “I’ve tried to grab hold of many things, but I’ve never been able to hold on to them.”

Luo Ying had read the original novel. Lu Zhao had a deep obsession with the original Luo Ying. The original Luo Ying met a swift end, and he never got married. It was as if he was waiting for something.

“Do you like the me who jumped off a building for Lin Su?” Luo Ying asked the question she was most concerned about.

She had always felt that Lu Zhao’s obsession seemed to be directed at the Luo Ying of the past. If she hadn’t transmigrated and become this Luo Ying, would Lu Zhao have still felt the same?

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment. “You’ve indeed changed a lot, but your warmth has grown familiar to me now. It feels as if this had been your nature from birth. Do you understand what I’m saying?

Lu Zhao looked up at Luo Ying.

In the pitch-black room, his eyes seemed especially bright. Luo Ying nodded, not fully understanding what he meant..