That Slut, Gu Hanyan, Deserves to Die!

Wen Moshen reached out for the tissues and clutched them tightly in his hands. He said nothing more. He got in his car and left, not daring to take another look at Lin Nuan.

Lin Nuan didn't go into the broadcast building after she watched Wen Moshen leave. She walked briskly to the Maybach, stood on the pedestrian walkway, bent down and looked in through the opened window of the passenger seat.

"I'll make a move…" said Lin Nuan.

"Get in the car first!" Fu Huai'an put out his cigarette.

Without hesitating, Lin Nuan pulled open the car door and sat inside.

Fu Huai'an closed the car windows and leaned towards Lin Nuan. He grabbed the back of her head and planted a long kiss on her lips.

Under the visor of her cap, Lin Nuan could see his handsome profile closely. She couldn't help but return the kiss as her hands gripped the sides of her seat.