Zhou Ming looked at the Beauty's sad tears and his eyes flashed with some pity.
He smiled and lowered his head. His thin lips gently touched the corner of her eyes, gently kissing away the tears that flowed from the corner of her eyes.
"Who said I don't like you? You're so pretty and young, any man would like you. Don't cry, I'll take good care of your Yingluo."
Zhou Ming coaxed her in a low voice. At this moment, the elevator door slowly opened.
He couldn't wait to pull Wen Cheng out of the elevator.
Wen Cheng's entire body was held tightly in his arms. Zhou Ming found the room, took Wen Cheng's room card and opened the door.
Wen Cheng was in a daze. She had no idea where she was or what she was doing.
She grabbed Zhou Ming tightly, obviously thinking that he was brother Jiang.
She had thought that everything she had experienced was a dream.
Wen Cheng hugged Zhou Ming tightly and sobbed sadly.
