Chapter 7 Who is my husband

Author: Dongxi Nanbei

Chapter 7 Who is my husband

The person who came was wearing a suit and a lace, with a handsome face, and his every move showed the awe-inspiring momentum of the superior.

The outfit is more grand than usual. The platinum brooch hanging on the chest is a cheetah with rounded and cut sapphires, which is very valuable at first glance.

After a closer look, the chest under the brooch was still rising and falling. The man held his cell phone tightly in his hand, obviously rushing over from an important banquet.

"It's so fast. I've just arrived a few minutes ago. Those old guys are willing to let you go first?"

Lou Nan asked in surprise, and consciously turned to the door to open.

Yan Huaiwen nodded to Lou Nan and strode towards the woman who suddenly disappeared three years ago.

Yan Qing was stunned, and she didn't know where her hands were swayed. She looked straight at the outline she had seen in her dream thousands of times, magnifying endlessly, becoming clearer and clearer.

Yan Huaiwen was getting closer and closer to him, so close that he could see the large shadow cast by his eyelashes clearly, and even felt the cool air of the night stained on his body.

Yan Qing couldn't tell whether this was a dream or a reality, and murmured in a low voice, "How could it be?"

"Don't you recognize me?" The voice was still so clear and nice, but it was a chill.

This tone made her feel cold as she felt her heart. She shook her head, how could she not recognize her?

Yan Huaiwen saw the woman's expression change from confusion to sadness, and he had a calm face and could not distinguish between joy and anger.

I haven't seen each other for three years. Since I have returned to City B and are in the same working circle, Yan Qing knew in his heart that they would meet sooner or later. Even though they had made a lot of psychological preparations, they did not expect that this would happen when they met again.

When he saw this suddenly, Yan Qing was still completely out of mind. He was drunk and had no time to react. Now he has become a mess, and he can't cut it down.

She swallowed uncontrollably, glanced at Lounan, and even asked for help to look at Lou Nan, a handsome man with peach-eyed eyes who had just met for the first time, hoping that he could help him.

Lou Nan shrugged, looking helpless.

Because Yan Huaiwen, who usually has no emotions, looks bad at this time, which is visible to the naked eye.

He saw Yan Qing wearing only a thin suspender, with large areas of white and tender skin exposed outside, his face as deep as the bottom of a pot, and his tone became extremely cold.

"I haven't seen you for so long, Miss Yan has gained skills."

Although Yan Qing had never seen the person in front of her angry, she accurately discovered that Yan Huaiwen was in a very bad mood. The radar she wanted to survive was beating loudly.

She noticed keenly that this might be a sign that this person was about to get angry, and she immediately looked away and felt guilty and did not dare to look at him directly.

"Get up!"

Yan Huaiwen finally couldn't suppress his anger.

At this time, she realized that she was still sitting on the fat-headed and big-eared Mr. Li. Yan Huaiwen's eyes seemed to be about to sway the middle-aged man beneath her.

Mr. Yan wouldn’t think he was going to force this old bald man, right?

Yan Qing completely misled the point in panic, and he was completely clever and smart.

Seeing that Mr. Li was still fainting, she just wanted to make Mr. Li, who had not done anything evil, wake up quickly, and it would be best if she could explain to the people present and then dizzy.

How to deal with this situation?

It’s always necessary for someone to say something. Yan Qing had an idea and suddenly thought of a line that was often said in such a scene in a film and television drama.

Yan Qing, who was quicker than his brain, cleared his throat seriously.

Immediately afterwards, she waved her fist and knocked Mr. Li on the head.

"Get up quickly, don't pretend to be unable to sleep, my husband is here to catch the adulterer!"

I learned the anxious tone and the sound was as crisp as pearls and jade.

Unfortunately, Mr. Li was not moved at all and did not wake up. He could not appreciate her poor acting skills.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room fell into a strange embarrassment.

"Husband?" The man raised his eyebrows and repeated these two words meaningfully.

Yan Qing was the first to get rid of the petrochemical state, but hesitated and couldn't say a word. She touched her neck awkwardly and waited for her to fall.

"When did you get married?"

"No! I'm not married, I'm just, I'm a metaphor, a more common rhetorical technique."

"Oh? Who are you using as the essence to describe the person present?" Lou Nan interrupted with owl.

He waved his hand, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and smiled with a rippling face, "Miss Yan, this is the first time I met you. Could it be that I fell in love with me at first sight? Is this husband?"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold arrow shot over. Lou Nan received the signal and immediately turned around with his lips pursed.

Yan Qing's forehead was so anxious that he felt that he had many mistakes and was busy changing the topic, "Oh, he, he, he fainted, I'd better get up first."

When she was about to get up, Yan Qing found that her feet were sore and numb. The material of the carpet was soft and glutinous and difficult to rely on. She swayed and didn't stand firm.

He fell into Yan Huaiwen's arms again, and this scene was damn similar.

The atmosphere was completely deadlocked. Yan Qing didn't dare to move. Hearing the steady heartbeat under his warm chest, smelling the cold perfume that belonged to the man, his face was burning.

Lou Nan, who was watching on the side, was also stunned.

Just now, an old man who was nearly twice his size was strangled to the woman under the bed without mercy. At this moment, she leaned against Yan Huaiwen's arms, her eyes were as charming as silk, her face was flushed, and she looked like a little quail.

The calmest part of the audience was Yan Huaiwen. He slowly took off his suit jacket and covered Yan Qing with it.

"I'm getting more and more accurate when I throw myself into my arms."

Yan Huaiwen's tone was plain, but he could not see the anger he had just now.

His eyes swept over her several times, and repeatedly confirmed that Yan Qing had no skin exposed, so he directly and steadily picked her up.

Yan Qing exclaimed in a small voice.

"Leave with my husband?" The voice returned to its usual warmth, but the meaning in the words was not very polite.

Lou Nan was stunned again. Brother Wen was taking the initiative to tease the little girl? His eyes changed when he looked at Yan Qing. No wonder he was glared at just now. How could he look at her now? How could he look like the "Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country"?

The man's breath of speech plunged into his ears, and Yan Qing's ears were itchy until he reached his heart. She nodded slightly.

Yan Huaiwen seemed to smile.

She had the courage to quietly put her face close to the warm chest, feeling particularly at ease. This was the first time she had felt this way since she grew up.

Before walking out of the hotel room, Yan Huaiwen had not forgotten his good brother and left a sentence that had no feelings for Lou Nan.

"You come and do the aftermath."

The tool man Lou Nan, who was busy, looked at the man who was holding the beauty and leaving Junyue in a casual manner, could no longer raise the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the two of them leaving, Lou Nan called with his fate, grinding his teeth, and his tone was not good, "Call Xingheng's boss! Ask him to come here in person in 1916 to carry people."

"Before five minutes, I'll throw the people in the room out and don't mess up my place."

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