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July, Kyoto City. Shengshi Group. In front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window stood a man in a white shirt and black trousers. He held his cell phone to his ear in one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He stood with his back to the window and looked at the scenery outside. "...We must find her, at any cost!" Wang Yuan came in with a stack of documents and just heard the man say this. He paused and saw that the man had hung up the phone, so he quickly walked forward and put the documents on the desk. " General Manager ." he called. The man turned around, and his handsome facial features, as three-dimensional as a sculpture, came into Wang Yuan's eyes. Although there was no emotion on his face, it was impossible to ignore his presence. There is a kind of person who, even if he stands quietly and upright by the side, like a lonely and proud wintersweet, has an innate sense of being blessed, but always has a sense of distance that is out of reach. The man in front of him was just like that, emitting an irresistible aura, and he was also so perfect. Wang Yuan sighed, no wonder so many women in Kyoto admired him, even he, as a homosexual, was sometimes attracted by his charm. Henry walked to the desk with an elegant pace and sat down. After carefully reviewing the documents, he picked up a pen and signed them, and said, "Please make arrangements. I need to go to Sioux City tomorrow." "good." Wang Yuan came back to his senses, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the man on the chair out of the corner of his eye. He was struggling with whether he should tell him the content of the phone call he received before coming in. "What do you want to say?" Henry put down the pen in his hand and tapped the table with his long, bony fingers. Wang Yuan opened his mouth slightly and said cautiously, "Just now, someone called from Xiangjiang City and said that the old lady is seriously ill." Hearing this, Henry paused tapping the table, and a trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed across his deep and cold eyes. "They also said in Xiangjiang City that the old lady refused to be hospitalized and has moved back to the manor. She misses you the most. I hope you can take the time to visit her. Maybe this will be the last time we meet." Henry lowered his head slightly and said nothing. After a while, he said, "Change your itinerary and go to Xiangjiang City tomorrow." "Then here in Sucheng..." "We'll arrange it later." "If Madam knew about your trip to Xiangjiang City, then the old master would definitely know too."

The outskirts of the imperial capital were frozen and snowy. The desolate icy lake was like a huge ice coffin, in which a beautiful girl was immersed! "Sister, are you cold?" "Sister, it's forty-five degrees below zero. You'll freeze to death." "If you die, how can you participate in the National Medical Competition..." A gentle voice floated from above. Thoughtful and caring. Under the icy lake. Qin Xin endured the hellish cold and the excruciating pain of her spine breaking inch by inch, stretched out a piece of her porcelain-white wrist, and knocked on the thick ice for help.

Elena Voss stared at the GPS screen until her eyes ached, the blue dot blinking uselessly against a sea of green. The rental car’s tires crunched over loose gravel, then slid into a patch of mud—thick, brown, and unforgiving—with a wet squelch. She slammed her palms against the steering wheel, the sound lost in the roar of rain.

I haven't seen my husband for half a year after getting married, and he's so passionate when we meet? late at night. Mabel was half asleep when she suddenly felt the mattress beside her collapse. Before she opened her eyes, a chest was pressed against her back. At the same time, the hem of her nightgown was lifted up, and the icy touch kept penetrating her skin. The breath beside her ear was hot, "Why don't you go to bed without waiting for your husband, huh?"

A newly elected young president, caught up in the pressures of his job, was drawn to a janitor who quietly toiled before dawn. Unlike others, she didn't fear or fawn over him, even daring to call him out on his food waste. When he discovered she had secretly painted a robin outside his office window, his heart was captivated. But when their relationship became public, political opponents, the media, and even the security services became obstacles...