Chapter 849: Miss Chu's defense is broken

The next morning.

The morning light shines through the half-drawn curtains, weaving a gentle golden edge on the edge of the bed.

Gu Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was the first to wake up from her lingering dream.

Her lower back was still wrapped in Lin Lang's warm arms. She subconsciously moved closer to the heat source and curled up in Lin Lang's arms like a cute kitten. She could hear the steady and strong heartbeat of Lin Lang in her ears.

Gu Ran felt very happy to see Lin Lang as soon as she opened her eyes.

Lin Lang's sleeping appearance had lost the sharpness of a business elite. His thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and his high nose bridge folded the morning light into a soft arc.

There were fine stubbles on his chin, giving him a lazy sexiness. The morning light outlined his strong yet gentle features, reminding Gu Ran of the domineering figure who stood up for her and fought alone against the loan shark gang of Boss K when she first met Lin Lang.

At this moment, Lin Lang in his sleep was like an unguarded sunny boy, showing his softest side to Gu Ran without reservation.

A faint smile appeared on Gu Ran's lips, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked Lin Lang's abdominal muscles.

She looked at Lin Lang quietly with eyes full of love, observing his sleeping face like a fangirl.

It turns out that when you love someone, even the curvature of his eyelashes and the touch of his stubble when he closes his eyes to sleep can make her heart beat fast.

Gu Ran couldn't help but kiss Lin Lang. His warm lips gently fell on his slightly frowned brows, then went down along the bridge of his nose, and finally he carefully kissed Lin Lang's lips.

The look of love in one’s eyes cannot be hidden. When Gu Ran secretly kissed Lin Lang, the expression on his face was filled with secret joy and sweetness.

Lin Lang seemed to move with some perception. He tightened his long arms and encircled Gu Ran in his arms. He gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head and smiled lazily in the morning: "Baby, you were caught kissing me secretly."

"Good morning, Boss." Gu Ran raised her face, and the morning light cast an amber halo on her pupils.

Lin Lang opened his eyes, his deep eyes full of doting: "Good morning, my lovely and charming little secretary."

Gu Ran took the initiative to cover Lin Lang's lips. This good morning kiss was more intoxicating than last night's, with the sweetness and lingeringness of honey.

Lin Lang placed his palm on Gu Ran's soft waist. He took the initiative to hug and kiss Gu Ran. His kiss was like melted caramel, drowning her in a soft cloud.

Just as the two were kissing passionately, Lin Lang's cell phone suddenly rang at an inopportune time.

Ding! The universal entry system prompts: "Huo Siyan called because she missed the host."

Lin Lang frowned slightly, but did not let go of Gu Ran immediately. Instead, he pecked her lips again before letting go.

"Boss, your phone is ringing."

Gu Ran reminded him tenderly, but Lin Lang swallowed her into a deeper kiss. His thumb stroked Gu Ran's flushed cheek, and his low and hoarse voice was full of temptation: "Let the phone ring, let it ring, let's continue kissing."

Gu Ran's breath was disordered due to the kiss, and her eyelashes were stained with tiny rays of morning light, but Lin Lang refused to miss any reaction from her.

Lin Lang's kiss slid from the corner of Gu Ran's lips to her ear. When he gently bit her hot earlobe, he felt Gu Ran trembling slightly in his arms.

"BOSS, aren't you afraid of having to hold on to the wall when walking? Stop making trouble so early in the morning!" Gu softly murmured, with a lingering coquettishness.

However, Lin Lang was greedy for Gu Ran's tenderness, and kissed her slightly opened beautiful red lips again, putting all his attachment into this long good morning kiss.

After a passionate kiss, Lin Lang rested his forehead against Gu Ran's, rubbing his nose against her flushed cheek, and said in a low and seductive voice: "Baby, how about you cancel my work for the whole day, and we can spend another sweet day in the hotel."

Gu Ran reached out and poked Lin Lang's chest, his fingertips still burning: "No."

"Why not? It's okay if I say it's okay." Lin Lang took advantage of the situation and grabbed Gu Ran's soft and boneless little hand. He pressed delicate kisses on her palm, from fingertips to wrist, making Gu Ran chuckle softly.

"Boss, don't blame me for not reminding you. Today is the seventh day since Chu Tiannan passed away. Aren't you going to accompany Chu Yiren to the cemetery to burn paper for his elder brother?"

After hearing this, Lin Lang sat up from the bed and said in a daze, "Fortunately you reminded me that I must attend such an important event as burning the Sanqi ceremony for Brother Nan."

"Boss, go to the bathroom and take a shower and brush your teeth first. I'll go to the hotel restaurant and bring you a breakfast back to your room. Have a simple breakfast before going to the cemetery."

"Okay." Lin Lang hurriedly jumped out of bed, walked quickly into the bathroom and started taking a shower.

As the sound of water gradually rose from the bathroom, Gu Ran sat in front of the dressing table and tidied her messed up hair. The lips reflected in the mirror were glowing with a pink luster.

Thinking of the intimacy with Lin Lang last night, the corners of Gu Ran's mouth unconsciously turned up. Her shy smile looked more intoxicating than any sweet frosting.

After combing her hair, Gu Ran quickly put on her stockings and skirt, hurriedly left the presidential suite and went to the hotel restaurant.

When he brought Gu Ran back to the presidential suite with breakfast, there was no sign of Lin Lang in the room. Only a piece of note paper was left with Lin Lang's sloppy and wild handwriting on it.

[Dear baby, Miss Chu is already on her way to the family cemetery. I don't have time to eat breakfast. You can eat the breakfast I brought back. I'm leaving now. I love you!]

Seeing that Lin Lang had left, Gu Ran suddenly felt empty inside. Her dependence on Lin Lang had reached the point where she felt like something was missing if she didn't see him for a day.

AI generates beautiful pictures of Gu Ran

It’s almost like a long time since we last met, but it’s almost like that.

"The breakfast provided by the Hilton Hotel seems to taste pretty good!" Gu Ran started eating French rolls and American breakfast sandwiches.

She also brought back croissants, danishes, muffins, waffles, hot milk and yogurt.

Gu Ran couldn't finish the breakfast for two by herself.

She wanted to send a breakfast to her sister Gu Rou, but because she was tossed around by Lin Lang the whole night and hardly slept, Gu Ran, who was still a little sleepy, went back to bed and took a nap after breakfast.

She curled up on her side like a sleepy kitten, holding tightly in her arms the pillow on which Lin Lang had slept, her cheek buried deep in the soft pillow core, her lips unconsciously pursed, revealing a bit of baby-like naivety.

There was still the scent of Lin Lang on the pillow, which made Gu Ran feel at ease. Soon she fell into a sweet dream.

The morning light shines through the gaps in the gauze curtains, weaving a golden halo on Gu Ran's body.

Her fine bangs trembled slightly due to her breathing, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. As her eyelashes trembled, spots of light also danced gently on her delicate skin.

The sunlight just happened to fall on Gu Ran's slightly pouting lips, and that natural pinkness was coated with a layer of transparent luster, like petals covered with morning dew.

The tip of her nose is small and straight, and sometimes it wrinkles slightly because of dreams, bringing out a bit of childishness.

Gu Ran's brows were relaxed in her sleep, her whole body immersed in soft light, even her hair was dyed with warm golden edges, she was truly glowingly beautiful.

The golden morning light filtered through the patterns on the gauze curtains, casting a hazy shadow on Gu Ran. Her shoulders rose and fell gently with her breathing, and the straps of her silk dress slipped slightly. Her snow-white shoulders were like a piece of fine jade warmed by the sun in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Gu Ran’s sweet sleeping face was as beautiful as a classical oil painting, and she was the sleeping beauty in the painting who amazed time. Even her breath had a sweet and sticky milky scent.

at the same time.

The Chu family cemetery in Haiwan Cemetery.

There was still morning dew on Chu Tiannan's tombstone. In the portrait on the tombstone, Chu Tiannan was wearing his usual dark suit, his eyebrows were as sharp as before, but his smile was frozen on the photo paper, and he would never call Chu Yiren "Sister!" as gently as before.

The morning breeze ruffled the strands of hair at Chu Yiren's temples, and also ruffled her heart.

Chu Yiren was seen wearing a black formal dress, half squatting in front of her elder brother Chu Tiannan's tombstone, holding a soft cloth soaked in clean water with her fingertips, wiping the cold stone surface again and again.

"Brother, I'm here to see you!"

Chu Yiren's eyes unconsciously began to turn red, her voice was as light as the cotton wool in the wind, her fingertips brushed across the corners of Chu Tiannan's slightly pursed lips in the portrait, and a bitter feeling suddenly rose in her throat.

Memories were like ruins flooded by the tide, and like fragments, they flickered in Chu Yiren's mind.

Although Lin Lang tampered with 80% of Chu Yiren's fond memories of her elder brother Chu Tiannan in order to make her forget the pain of losing her loved one, Chu Yiren's strong willpower made it impossible for her to forget the remaining 20% ​​of the warmth and affection she felt for her deceased brother.

More than a dozen bodyguards from the Truman Group, all wearing black suits, were methodically preparing offerings for Chu Tiannan for the Sanqi funeral. Wine, glutinous rice and lotus root, and crystal braised pork were all Chu Tiannan's favorite foods during his lifetime.

Chu Yiren personally set up the candlesticks, lit the wicks with a lighter, and expressed her thoughts on her deceased brother as if she was chatting with him.

A gust of cold wind blew up the yellow paper beside Chu Yiren's knees.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to press it, but stopped when her fingertips touched the paper. There were patterns of "money for the afterlife" drawn on it in cinnabar. It was something Chu Yiren had personally asked for at a time-honored incense and candle shop.

"Brother, after you left, the burden of the Chu family's rise and fall fell on me alone. The Chu residence is very deserted now. It would be great if you were still alive."

Chu Yiren suddenly choked up, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard to control her sadness, not wanting to let the tears fall and let her bodyguards see the softest side of her heart.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard on the stone steps in the distance.

Lin Lang was wearing a black double-breasted suit, with a white chrysanthemum pinned on his chest and a bouquet of yellow and white mourning chrysanthemums in his hands.

He stopped three steps away from the tombstone, his shadow cast on Chu Yiren's back, like a silent barrier.

When the bodyguards saw Lin Lang, they all bowed and greeted him respectfully in unison.

Lin Lang nodded slightly, leaned over and gently placed the bouquet in front of Chu Tiannan's tombstone, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Nan, I'm here to see you!"

The moment Chu Yiren heard the voice and looked back at Lin Lang, tears finally fell. Only in front of Lin Lang was she a little woman who didn't need to hold on.

"Husband, are you here?"

"Today is Brother Nan's seventh day memorial service, so of course I have to come." Lin Lang squatted down, took the gold ingots and paper money from the bodyguard's hand, lit it with a lighter and started burning the paper.

The orange-red flames danced in the wind, and the crisp sound of the flames licking the paper money revealed Chu Yiren's barely perceptible sigh and longing for her deceased brother.

Lin Lang's appearance made Chu Yiren feel a little better.

She looked at the silhouette of Lin Lang leaning over to fiddle with the fire, staring at the dancing flames, watching the ingot paper burn into gray butterflies and float towards the lead-gray sky above the tombstone, and said in a choked voice: "Brother, this 37th paper money, you are over there... Keep it."