Autumn Addiction

—The wild rose-like Chinese-German supermodel and the king of the business circle [Misunderstanding acquaintance | Adult love] At another extravagant celebration banquet to celebrate winning the most luxurious title, this time there was no champagne tower reflecting the light of the crystal lantern. It is my favorite hot pot. The residual warmth of the gold stamping on the contract still remained on my fingertips, but my peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the pair of figures in the corner - Jin Pei Yi, the legendary cold-faced king of hell in the business circle. He was picking up vegetables for my school girl Li Qing. Li Qing looked up and smiled at him. The intimacy was like a vine climbing up a high wall. My throat felt itchy, so I turned my head and coughed. I just thought it was a cold and didn't take a closer look. It was already late at night when we returned to the hotel. Through the opening and closing of the elevator door, we happened to see them standing side by side again. I lowered my head to swipe the room card, nodded politely, didn't even bother to smile, and turned into the room at the end of the corridor. When the hot water rushed over my shoulder blades, the steaming mist wrapped around my sore nerves. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat on the edge of the bed. Water droplets from the tips of my wet hair dripped on the screen of my phone, blurring out a line of unread work messages. The doorbell rang. A short sound, then silence. I stepped across the carpet with my bare feet and looked out through the peephole—the hallway was empty except for a white pharmacy bag hanging from the doorknob. After opening it, there were two boxes of cold medicines inside, with a note on them. The handwriting was so sharp that it could scratch the paper: "Drink before going to bed. Get better quickly." The sign was signed with the word "Jin" in a flying phoenix. I pinched the piece of paper and suddenly laughed. Cliché. But my fingertips unconsciously touched that word, and a certain string in my heart trembled slightly - something was wrong. What does Li Qing mean to him? Brother and sister? Lover? What does he think of me, a casual prey? I crumpled the medicine bag into a ball, picked up the bedside phone, and called the front desk. My voice was as cold as ice water: "Please help me clear the trash at the door, thank you." The next morning, I sat in the corner of the restaurant with a plain face and dark brown curly hair hanging loosely beside my collarbone. The lip color without lipstick makes the facial features more distinct - the bones given by her German grandmother can withstand the direct morning sunlight. "Sister Yi Jing? What a coincidence." I looked up and saw Li Qing sitting down with a smile on her plate. After less than three words of conversation, a shadow fell behind me, and a black coat brushed against the back of my chair, carrying the cold scent of cedar. Jin Pei Yi leaned over and put a cup of hot Americano in Li Qing's hand, but his eyes passed over her and fell on me. "By the way," Li Qing held his arm, unaware of my stiffness, "I didn't introduce him formally yesterday. This is my brother, Jin Pei Yi." I paused while stirring the coffee spoon. Elder brother. The anger of last night's "What do you think I am?" Suddenly felt like a punch on cotton wool, making me panic. I raised my eyes and met the corners of Jin Pei Yi's half-smiling lips - when he went out last night, he happened to see the cleaning staff throwing away the medicine, but he didn't explain anything, just slowly took it away in front of me. "Morning, Yi Jing." His voice was so low that only I could hear it, but the sentence "Yi Jing" was a little longer by him. I squeezed the handle of the spoon tightly, and the tips of my ears slowly became hot. ——The total number of my pursuers can circle the earth. Why does he think that I will drink the medicine he gave me? But Li Qing blinked and asked me: "Sister Yi Jing, why are you blushing?" I pushed the coffee half an inch away and turned my head to look out the window. The morning light was splitting the clouds. "It's just a cold." I said. But my nails dug into my palms quietly, and I couldn't bear to throw the crumpled note paper into the trash can last night. Concept: The misunderstanding between the male and female protagonists who are enterprising