When Lin Fan's car rolled into the suburban villa,
Zhao Jiaqi rushed out of the house like a gust of wind and leaped into Lin Fan's arms from two meters away.
"You've been gone for so long, I've missed you to death. I thought you had forgotten about us!"
The slender beauty clung to Lin Fan like an octopus, revealing how much she had missed him after not seeing him for so long.
"It's just that I've been a bit busy lately, and I've also had some special reasons for not coming back."
Holding Zhao Jiaqi's soft buttocks in his hands, Lin Fan carried her to the porch, where the intellectual Chen Jiayi still stood. Although her face was also filled with longing, she would never make as bold a move as Zhao Jiaqi. That was just her personality.
"Did you run into some trouble?"
Chen Jiayi tiptoed and kissed Lin Fan, then embraced his arm.
"You've always been the one who understands me best. Indeed, I've had a bit of trouble this time."
