Chapter 373: Throw It Away >

n't dare to stay for too long. She still had to return to Fu Residence, and perhaps Fu Mo'han would be back today.The Fu Residence is located in the prime location of Nanjiang, a high-end residential...Fu Mo'han and Lin Jinran left the venue. The two walked one after the other, with the petite Lin Jinran walking right in Fu Mo'han's shadow, avoiding the scorching sun.

Two people wearing the same style of couple's casual wear, walking at the end of the same departing crowd, are still very eye-catching.

"It was that couple from just now."

"They're such a good match, I wish I could find a boyfriend that handsome."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, look at what you've been up to first."

The murmurings around them rose and fell in a continuous stream.

Fu Mo Han's dark eyes glanced coldly at the people around him.

Instead, it was Lin Jinran who was chasing after Fu Mo's pace behind him, her pretty little face flushed slightly.

She held a soiled garment in her arms, breathing lightly, her pair of white, slender legs moving swiftly but struggling to keep up with Fu Mo'han's long strides.

In a blink of an eye, Fu Mo'han, who was striding forward, suddenly stopped and turned around. Lin Jinyan, who hadn't reacted in time, couldn't stop her steps and directly bumped into Fu Mo'han's chest, feeling the impact with all her might.

Fortunately, I was holding onto my clothes, so I didn't hit my nose.

The masculine scent between his nostrils hit her unexpectedly. Lin Jinran's little face flushed, almost jumping out. It seemed that staying even a second longer would feel like facing a ferocious beast.

His sword eyebrows twitched, Fu Mo's eyes turned, and his face showed displeasure. "Throw it away."

"What" Lin Jinran looked dumbfounded, not understanding what Fu Mo Han wanted to throw away.

"In your arms."

She lowered her head to glance at the clothes in her arms. Could it be that she was going to throw them away

"Just wash these, disinfect them, and you're good to go."

Her clothes are not something to be discarded just because they get dirty.

Fu Mo Han's face darkened. Seeing Lin Jin Ran insistently cling to him, he didn't say much. Suddenly, he turned and strode forward.

Both people got into the car, one after the other. Lin Jinran piled his clothes into an empty basket.

The driver in the front seat turned back to report, "Young Master, just now the old master called and said he wanted the osmanthus cakes from the south part of the city. He asked you to buy some back today if you have time."

Fu Mo Han frowned, this old man was up to something again, inexplicably wanting to eat osmanthus cakes.

"Give me a ride back to my company in a while, and you go buy it for him."

"Sir, if you leave earlier, we can send it back today." The driver looked at Fu Mo'han's face and added cautiously.

Fu Mo's eyes darkened slightly, but before he could speak, Lin Jinran spoke up, "Tell me the address, I'll go."

She wasn't busy either, and had time to buy some osmanthus cake for Old Master Fu.

"Go to the south of the city." Fu Mo'han commanded without looking at Lin Jinran, his voice as cold as ice.

"Okay."

The driver agreed, started the Rolls-Royce, and drove towards the south of the city.

Lin Jinran wanted to get off the car and part ways with Fu Mo'han. She stole a glance at Fu Mo'han, who seemed to be deep in thought, his brows furrowed.

She pursed her lips and swallowed the words she wanted to say.

The location of the press conference was not too far from the south of the city, about a half-hour drive away. A Rolls-Royce was parked beside a small alleyway.

The driver opened the car door, Fu Mo Han bent down, took a step out with his long legs, and when he stood up straight, his gaze was fixed on the inside of the alleyway, which was dark and deserted.

Lin Jinran opened the other car door and got out as well, his clear eyes scanning the surrounding buildings.

The green walls and red tiles are arranged in a staggered pattern, with a unique flavor.

But there were no shops around, where could I buy chrysanthemum cakeshen's dark eyes shrouded Lin Jinran, his cold lips curling into a sneer. "How come you don't feel afraid when you meet your old lover behind my back"Lin Jinran's tense heart sank upon hearing Fu Moche...