My Beautiful CEO Chapter 1245

If it was any other time, Qin Hai would have long since left, not wanting to stay here and watch others' expressions. However, considering Lin Qingya's physical condition, he suppressed his anger and didn't tell Lin Qingya about his discovery.

A day pa.s.sed quickly, and it was already evening. Qin Hai brought Lin Qingya out of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion and to the beach.

The sun was setting in the distance, and the surface of the sea was sparkling. The golden glow of the sunset had turned the entire sea dreamy.

Lin Qingya wore a white dress that fluttered in the sea breeze. It was attached to her body, outlining her perfect figure, like a beautiful fairy that despised the mortal world.

A beauty paired with a beautiful scenery was definitely a feast for the eyes for Qin Hai. However, right now, his mood was as disgusting as if he had bitten an apple and discovered half a bug.

About twenty to thirty meters behind them, the two guards that had been left behind at Heavenly Sea Pavilion followed them at a leisurely pace. They had been keeping a close watch on their whereabouts the entire time.

Lin Qingya turned around and looked at him. With a gentle smile, she said, "Forget it, let's go back."

Qin Hai was no longer in the mood to continue strolling. No matter who it was, they would not like to be followed, and he was no exception.

After returning to Heavenly Sea Pavilion, Lin Qingya returned to her room. Since Qin Hai had nothing better to do, he decided to go to the kitchen to see what he could eat tonight.

Aside from the villa that Qin Hai and Lin Qingya lived in, there were two other rooms within Heavenly Sea Pavilion. One was a servants' room, while the other was a miscellaneous room and kitchen. Both were located at the back of the villa.

Just as Qin Hai arrived at the kitchen door, he unexpectedly heard someone cursing nearby. He followed the voice and saw an old man being driven out by a male servant of Heavenly Sea Pavilion.

The old man's appearance was slovenly, with a stooped back and wrinkled skin. It was hard to tell how old he was, but his hair was a mess. It was unknown how long he had not washed his hair for, but he looked just like an old beggar.

He was holding an iron bowl that was as big as a human face, but it only contained a little leftovers. The middle-aged servant quickly moved to the side, muttering some words.