Passionate Devotion

Chapter 141

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141 Long connected (4)

In the eisen administrative office building on the west side of the presidential palace, a high-level international anti-terrorist conference hosted by the Secretary of State was about to be held. Government officials and experts from more than 50 countries were sitting in the solemn conference hall ~ and the attendance had not yet arrived.

Tong Lu sat behind ye Mei. She recalled how she had tiptoed to give Leng Yejin a kiss the other day.

It was just a close kiss. Why did her face feel so hot every time she thought about it?

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However, that was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him. That damned milestone ...

He was crazy. How could she do that?

Tong Lu suddenly heard a soft noise. She snapped out of her daze and realized that the teacup in front of ye Mei had been knocked over. He quickly went over to help her clean it up. He accidentally caught a glimpse of her face. It was a little panicked and pale.

“Ye Mei, what’s wrong?”

“It’s okay, I didn’t hold it properly. Go get me another cup.” Ye Mei pretended to be calm, but his expression was one of a great enemy.

At that moment, four or five important military personnel from other countries were walking toward the entrance of the conference hall. All of them were dressed seductively in their uniforms. One of the men stood out from the crowd. Tong Lu could not help but steal a few more glances at him. She did not expect him to be so alert. He immediately noticed that she was peeking at him. He glanced at her indifferently. Just one look was enough to make Tong Lu’s heart tremble.

Those eyes were clearly bewitching, but there was no warmth in them. Although they were good-looking, they were a little like Satan.

Suddenly, the man walked elegantly on the velvet carpet towards them.

“Mr. Lan, is your seat over there?”

“I can’t just sit down?” The man stopped in his tracks, his arrogant face dyed with a cold and arrogant attitude.”Are the rules in your country so rigid? Even a seat has to abide by the rules? How are we going to fight against terrorists who don’t follow the rules?”

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“Uh, Yingluo, you can do as you please.”

The man’s face was filled with slight impatience as his mood was disturbed and he suddenly pulled out the chair beside ye Mei. As he arrogantly sat down, his fingers casually stroked his chin and his gaze swept over with a deep gaze: “Little beauty, are you staring at me because you think I’m very good looking?”

Tong Lu was dumbfounded. Was this man talking to her?

She quickly lowered her head and went to clear the table, but she was surprised to find that the palm of ye Mei’s hand on the table had unknowingly been clenched so tightly that the web between his thumb and forefinger had turned white. Strange, there was clearly no danger in the meeting room, but for a mature woman like ye Mei who should have been through all sorts of big occasions, why was he so nervous in a meeting?

Tong Lu did not think too much about it. She put away the teacups and sat behind ye Mei again. She glanced around inadvertently and saw that Mr. Lan and ye Mei were fighting. The meeting had already begun. The entire conference hall was extremely quiet. Both of them sat in their chairs motionlessly, no different from the rest of the people. However, their lower bodies were already locked in a fierce fight.

Oh my God, could these two be enemies?

It was obvious that ye Mei could not hold on any longer. In the end, Mr. Lan pinned down both of ye Mei’s legs. The man’s large palm clamped down on her hands, and their fingers were interlocked. Ye Mei tried his best to break free, but he could not. One minute, ten minutes, half an hour ... Tong Lu secretly broke out in cold sweat for ye Mei. Should she think of a way to save ye Mei?

LAN Quan, let me go. Ye Mei tilted his head, his eyes warning her.

LAN Quan didn’t even look at her. He took out a cigarette from his pocket with one hand and lit it up. The flame of the cigarette butt emitted gray smoke. He sat there with his chin on his hand, as if he was listening to someone’s speech seriously. His exquisite and handsome side face was full of arrogance and ” are you flirting with me? ” “I’m sorry, I’m not close to you.”

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