Kuang Chenghai couldn't forget it.
When everyone had "ganged up" on him that day, his ears had been filled with piercing cries of "What's going on?!" "Who was that?!" and "Chenghai, say something!" His head had nearly exploded, but he couldn't let a single word slip.
In the end, Kuang Chenghai fought his way out of the crowd with great difficulty and climbed into his car. Just as he was about to close the door, a bottle of mineral water landed in his lap.
Kuang Chenghai: "?" Was this really necessary?!
It was. Gossip about President Chu was something they had never even dared to imagine!
And that bastard Kuang Chenghai clearly knew something, but he wouldn't talk!
The two special assistants a few steps away certainly knew too.
But Sun Binghe merely raised his eyelids. "Hmm?"
Everyone scattered.
With Chu Yilan riding behind him, Shen Lian smoothly overtook a sedan. The motorcycle leaned slightly before straightening again. In his previous life, Shen Lian had ridden hard too, leaning into turns, kicking out the rear wheel, and pulling off difficult maneuvers at will. But now, with his sweetheart aboard-and a newfound appreciation for staying alive-he rode very cautiously.
The cold wind rushing toward them was downright biting, but their helmets protected their heads, while their bodies felt scorching hot.
Shen Lian hadn't forgotten! The joy boiling inside Chu Yilan refused to settle. His chest pressed tightly against Shen Lian's back, and he desperately wanted to say something, but couldn't easily do so.
The motorcycle raced through wind and rain the whole way. Most men enjoyed this sort of feeling to some degree, and when they stopped, Chu Yilan even felt he hadn't had enough.
If this was his birthday present, it was pretty good... President Chu turned around, then spotted