This New Year's Eve is no different for many people.

Ning Weikai accompanied his wife as usual and returned to Zhu's old house for the New Year's Eve dinner. At midnight, he hugged her and stood in front of the window watching the fireworks to stay up to the new year. Once again, he made a promise to love each other for a lifetime;

Chen Zheng was still sitting in the dance floor with bright lights and wine, beside him was a woman who was as enchanting as a snake. He squinted his eyes and looked at the indulge in front of him. He just wanted to indulge in tonight, just to enjoy himself and release himself.

Xue Mingtao is still working overtime in the office; Gu Yanzhi is elusive and travels abroad; Gao Lang is on duty in the security room, thinking about the double salary paid at the end of the year on the salary card, and is satisfied...

But everyone will think of the same question - in the new year, I want to... what to do.

I want to continue to maintain Xinbaorui's position as the champion in the industry and kill all possible attacks and provocations; I want to take revenge on him, and she, it is not a gentleman to not avenge this revenge; and I don't understand those big things, but I will follow the battalion commander to do a good job, save more money, and send it back to my parents...

**, it is always a hole that cannot be filled in people's hearts, tangled around all the time.

At this moment, after more than ten hours of flight, Lin Qian dragged her luggage and stood at the door of an elegant and quiet apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, thinking happily: Next year, I must be stronger and consolidate my executive position!

But now, let’s visit the cold-blooded and lonely brother who cares about him.

"Ding Dong--"

The doorbell rang for a while, no one answered.

Lin Qian shrugged, it was not a weekend today, and it was normal for Lin Mochen to work overtime. In order to surprise him, she did not tell him in advance.

Decisively took out his keys and opened the door and went in.

One hour later.

Lin Qian was lying in the bathtub, with a bottle of red wine that someone had treasured. The wine in the crystal glass was bright red, reflecting the starlight outside the window, lazy and comfortable.

But the phone kept ringing, all of which were New Year greetings from friends and colleagues. There were even new year greetings from my lord Chen Zheng: I wish her all her wishes come true in the New Year and her success step by step - Si Meiqi and Chen Zheng were on the verge of the crowd. Lin Qian was a little happy when she read it, and ignored him.

Because she was abroad, she didn't reply to most text messages. She only picked a few leaders and sent a blessing message to her. When Li Zhicheng was about to be hesitant.

Somehow, when she thought of him asking her indifferently yesterday whether she wanted to go to the opera together, her heart felt like grass was growing, wild and chaotic.

After thinking about it, I started typing: Mr. Li, I wish you all your wishes come true in the New Year and Aida will achieve another success. Also: The New Year’s Eve tea party must be very good, I wish you a happy tonight.

In less than a minute, he replied: "I didn't go."

Lin Qian looked at the brief reply and was slightly stunned.

Thinking of his silent and handsome face that day, how could she feel that she could read a hint of undetectable loneliness from these seemingly calm and indifferent words?

This made her feel a little guilty suddenly.

At this moment, a voice came from downstairs. Lin Qian was excited, threw her phone aside, and stood up from the bathtub.

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downstairs.

Lin Mochen is really busy today. He has no idea of ​​having a holiday at all. What to do? Drinking alone with the moon alone, is he sad about the moon? Or is he going to the bar for a night and looking for a romantic encounter like other single men in the United States? He doesn't have that Pacific time and boring ~ fun. Moreover, most of the women in the bar are too ugly.

Until now, his work was not over. He invited several partners to his house, and everyone was not long-winded. He sat down on the brightly lit and elegant terrace of his house, savoring tea, and whispering to discuss an investment project at hand recently.

After chatting for half an hour, a black partner suddenly became stunned and asked him: "Jason, have you heard any sound?"

When he asked this, everyone calmed down. Then he heard the sound of uniform and light footsteps from the second floor: tick, tick, tick...

Everyone looked at each other. Lin Mochen heard the footsteps, but he could hear who it was and smiled slightly. It was the rare, real, pleasant smile, and the deep and plump outline was so handsome under the lamp that the female partner sitting next to him suddenly realized: "Jason, do you have a woman in your family?"

Lin Mochen: "It's my sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young girl walked down from the stairs and smiled at them: "Brother! Hello, hello."

Men are all visual animals. And most of the Wall Street elites here are men. At this time, they see black, white, yellow people. As long as they are men, everyone's eyes are all on Lin Qian.

The Chinese girl in her twenties is wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans, and has a pair of fluffy slippers under her feet. Her long wet hair is draped over her shoulders, her white and tender cheeks are dyed with flush and water vapor. Although she is not a beautiful face, her facial features are pretty and fresh, both exotic and vivid.

Lin Mochen's eyes first fell on his sister, and then swept away the men.

He frowned slightly.

He stood up and smiled faintly: "A family is here to visit, so what's all we discuss today?"

Decisively send guests off.

Five minutes later, the idle people at home had been cleared by Lin Mochen.

Lin Qian stood beside him and smiled and sent the last person out of the entrance. He saw Lin Mochen glanced at her lightly: "I didn't know how to say hello before coming? Why did a girl run away by herself?"

Lin Qian smiled "hehe" and took his arm and walked into the room: "Didn't I want to surprise you? Brother, have you been scared by my resentful footsteps just now? Haha."

Lin Mochen sneered softly and refused to answer.

It's been so long since I saw him, Lin Qian came to visit him and must have prepared gifts for him. But she had no time to go shopping until the last day of work in Aida. So the gifts she gave him were very good-

It is an Aida men's wallet that I picked up from the company.

Sure enough, Lin Mochen took the wallet, looked at it patiently, and threw it on the sofa.

Lin Qian protested: "You can't discriminate against domestic brands! In fact, the quality and workmanship are very good. And this is the company I am in now, and it's due to my hard work."

Lin Mochen: "I can consider using it when I wait for you and your friends to be the top five in the world."

Lin Qian pretended to be angry and was about to refute, but suddenly he remembered Li Zhicheng because of his three words "little friend". He remembered the passionate and perseverance he had inspired everyone to compete for the Mingsheng project, and also his strategic planning and decisive killing.

Suddenly, when facing the arrogant brother, I felt very confident. What happened?

She was no longer angry, and she smiled calmly: "Hmph... there will be that day, you can wait."

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Opposite the apartment, across the road, is a luxurious five-star hotel. It snowed lightly that night, and it was covered with branches on the street and the hair of pedestrians. The lights were shining brightly.

Lin Qian sat in the hotel restaurant, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and was a little stunning before he knew it.

Lin Mochen, who was sitting opposite, held a silver knife and fork, cut the steak gracefully while observing his sister's expression calmly.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He suddenly said, "Is it that Li Zhicheng?"

Lin Qian's whole body stiffened and she turned to look at him.

"How do you know... No, I didn't have a boyfriend. But what do you say about him?"

Lin Mochen sneered: "You don't like other people either."

Lin Qian was shocked by his vicious eyesight. She was silent for a while, but did not hide it. She said, "It's not good. He confessed to me, but I refused."

Lin Mochen looked at his sister and refused to speak.

Although she calmly said she refused, she didn't realize that the knife and fork in her hand were poking the steak on the plate at once.

Lin Mochen's eyes sank: "It's great, I should refuse. I won't agree now."

Lin Qian was surprised and asked, "Why?"

Lin Mochen put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, and then replied lightly: "Because he is not an ordinary person. Lin Qian, the more he is a man who is in charge, the more you have to make him cramp and peel off his bones in love, and nothing is left to see his sincerity."

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Half an hour later.

Lin Qian was wearing a down jacket, a hat, gloves and scarf, standing under the porch outside the restaurant. After a while, she turned around and looked at the glass window, and was still sitting on the spot on the phone. Lin Mochen, who looked calm, couldn't help but complain again!

How could such a stubborn brother be like this!

She just asked subconsciously after listening to his previous judgment: "Brother, you are also such a man. Have you ever been stolen by someone?"

Lin Mochen immediately turned black and ignored her for a while.

Lin Qian was indeed not clear about his love history. But he guessed something at this moment and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took advantage of the time he answered the phone and came out to have some breath.

This hotel is European-style architectural style. There are large trees hidden among the buildings, and there is also a small piece of green space covered with snow and the light is dim. On the glass door next to it, there are also Chinese red lanterns hanging, full of red light, very moving. There are also small notes with Chinese characters written on it, which seem to be traditional Chinese riddles. A few people surrounded the circle of lanterns and looked left and right.

Lin Qian also walked over to join in the fun.

I picked up one picture and looked at it: Oh, it was quite interesting. I saw that it was written on it, "The World of Men (Type a Word)". Lin Qian was thinking about what it was when he heard a short, handsome girl next to me, who looked like a Japanese, said to her companion in English: "No need to guess, someone just guessed all the riddles."

The companion replied: "Then didn't he win the first prize?"

Lin Qian was in a state of interest, turned to look over, and then heard the white waitress beside her smile and said, "Yes, it's a very handsomeguy (a handsome guy), ah, he's back from getting the prize."

As soon as they finished speaking, they all looked over. Lin Qian also turned around and saw a man walking out at the corner of the corridor ahead with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a lantern.

The light was dim, and I could see a man wearing a black coat, tall and low steps. He lowered his head, and the light reflected his hazy and slender outline, which made people feel very cold, calm and handsome.

But Lin Qian looked at it...why is it a bit familiar?

But it shouldn't be possible.

The Japanese girl beside Lin Qian said to her companion, "Is it a Korean man?" She immediately stepped forward with her companion, trying to see the man's appearance clearly.

As a result, it happened to be in front of Lin Qian.

Seeing this, Lin Qian was unwilling to fall behind, so he walked a few steps forward, bypassed them, occupied a favorable terrain in the front row, and wanted to see clearly.

Then, I saw the man getting closer and closer.

The more you look, the more you look familiar, the more you look, the more you become surprised.

Finally, the man raised his head, completely ignoring the discussion and attention of others, and looked at her at a glance.

He did not wear a suit today, only an ordinary black jacket and casual trousers, looking younger and more eye-catching. Under his long dark eyebrows, a shallow light reflected in his deep eyes, and layers of smiles appeared.
To be continued...