Chapter 342 He Kissed Her Until She Stopped Crying

e gaze of another man.The man had cold, dark eyes and a very delicate face. Although his lips and chin were covered in a scraggly beard, the skin on his face showed that he was probably only in his ea..."Turn on the heating!" Leng Ye commanded in a cold, sharp voice.

The driver, who was seated in the driver's seat, didn't have time to check what was happening in the backseat. He immediately pressed the air conditioner button and set it to hot air mode.

Tong Yimo's body trembled constantly. Her long hair, tied in a ponytail, resembled a black water snake, winding around her neck, shoulders, and chest.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her sobs.

Cold Night seeing the situation, hurriedly took off his own coat and wrapped Tong Yimo's body. With a big hug, he tightly held her in his arms.

He hugged her shoulders, his other hand gently pressed against her head as she buried it into the crook of his neck.

Tong Yimo's tears, soaking his collar, carrying her body temperature, made him feel unbearable heartache.

"Yimo, I'm sorry..." He was apologizing to her.

Before this, his heart was very confused. After this, his heart was no longer confused.

Three years ago, his concession did not bring her happiness.

Instead of entrusting her happiness to someone else, he would rather create it for her.

In the cold night, Chen Peng held Tong Yimo's cheeks in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes, like autumn water, reflecting his handsome features.

Tong Yimo sniffed, catching a faint scent of mint from Leng Yechen's body.

This fragrance, blending with a certain indescribable masculinity, so rich and intoxicating, left her mind in a state of confusion.

Her little hand, pitifully clutching at his shirt, like a kitten who had suffered a great injustice.

Leng Ye stared into her eyes, his deep, ink-black pupils gleaming with a light that held an unspoken depth of affection.

"Yimò, be good, don't cry. If you keep crying, you'll turn into a little kitten." He whispered softly, coaxing her like he would a child, his big hand gently combing through the delicate strands of hair on her cheek.

But Tong Yimo still felt a sharp pain in her heart, tears welling up uncontrollably from her eyes.

He watched her eyelashes tremble uncontrollably from crying, watching the two blushes that painted her cheeks as she wept.

Heart pain, compassion, and even, emotions overwhelming…

In the cold night, Chen's arms tightened, his large palm cupping her nape, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Yimò, if you cry again, I'll kiss you."

As soon as his words fell, before Tong Yimo could react, those clear and cool lips had already covered hers. His tongue was moistly outlining her soft lip line, then teasing her apart to draw in the sweetness of her mouth.

Tong Yimò's eyes widened in an instant, dizzyingly receiving the tenderness of his ambiguous words.

His kiss was light and gentle, devoid of any lust. He guided her slowly into accepting it, calmly bringing an end to her tears.

The driver at the wheel glanced inadvertently at the rearview mirror while driving, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

Never would I have expected that the usually strict and aloof Big Boss would also have such a gentle side.

This was his first time meeting his boss, and he was impressed by how patient she was with him.

"Cry again, and I'll keep kissing you until you stop." Leng Yechen's cold lips curved into a smile that he himself hadn't noticed.

Tong Yimo took a deep breath, her nose twitching, and pursed her lips, no longer crying.

He gently scraped her nose with affection and pulled her closer again, "My Yimo is such a good girl!"

After getting off, Leng Ye sank grabbed Tong Yimo's wrist and took her all the way from the basement by VIP elevator to the chairman's office on the top floor of the Cold Corporation Building.

The second floor of the President's Office is his private lounge.

Tong Yimò almost had to run to keep up with Leng Yeshen's long legs.

But at this moment, her thoughts were in disarray. Perhaps it was the rain, perhaps catching a chill, she only felt a dull ache in her head, as if it had been bombarded by artillery fire.

The bathroom door slammed shut with a bang, cutting off Tong Yimo's vision. She stood there for a moment, her head spinning and her eyes vacant.

Her curly lashes fluttered upwards, gazing weakly at the man before her who had always been hopelessly infatuated with her.

He suddenly grabbed her shoulders forcefully, pressing her against the wall. He accidentally hit the shower switch behind him, and in an instant, countless hot water droplets rained down from above, wetting him and her once again.

Her white, thin shirt was almost translucent, clinging to her skin and becoming a hazy flesh color.

"You wash first, I'll go get you clothes." Leng Ye's Adam's apple moved slightly, he closed his eyes, turned around and pulled open the bathroom door, walking out alone.

Tong Yimo's mood had improved slightly at this moment. A hot bath washed away her fatigue and chill, but it couldn't soothe the wounds on her heart.

She thought that after this period of time settling down at home, she could calm herself down and temporarily stop thinking about Xiao Wei.

But in the end, she still succumbed to that email from Ji Siyan.

Xiao Wei, is no longer her Xiao Wei...

After washing up, Tong Yimo blew dry her hair in the bathroom and walked out wearing a white shirt that Leng Yechen had given her.

She vaguely remembered that this wasn't the first time she had worn his white shirt.

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