Chapter 8 Come back for you

Author: Dongxi Nanbei

Chapter 8 Come back for you

At the main entrance of Grand Hyatt Hotel, a low-key Bentley is waiting.

The driver respectfully opened the car door. Yan Huaiwen put Yan Qing firmly on the leather seat and also left the seat next to him. After a while of silence, he spoke.

"Uncle Lin, drive back to Nanyuan."

The man and woman who were hugging each other intimately just now, both of them tacitly chose not to say a word along the way.

Yan Qing sneaked into the man's expression at the beginning, and looked at the firm outline that was particularly cold and hard, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

The car was driving very steadily, the temperature of the air conditioner was right, and the cold smell of the cedar from the person next to her came, which made her feel at ease unconsciously.

Yan Qing relaxed, and with the drunkenness, she fell asleep at some point.

This sleep is particularly down-to-earth and sweet.

When she woke up again, the car was parked in the garage and the driver was gone.

The man beside him was closing his eyes, as peaceful as a painting, and the noble color between his eyebrows and eyes was fully displayed.

Yan Qing used his eyes to describe the man's face from bottom to top, from his sideburns that looked like a knife-cut to his straight nose. Although the pair of eyes that could contain the pine wind and magnificent scenery in his memory were not opened,

She could also think of the glory in it.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, trying to touch her from the air, but suddenly someone held her wrist.

Yan Huaiwen opened his eyes and looked at her with sharp eyes, with deep eyes as if he could devour everything.

In the car where only the two of them were alone, Yan Qing felt a little scared, and his throat squeezed out a few words.

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

"Okay? Where am I?" Yan Huaiwen said with some self-deprecating words. He lowered his eyes and couldn't tell his emotions, but the big hand holding her wrist never let go.

"Why are you back at this time?" He finally asked this question.

"For you." Yan Qing seemed to feel the man's depressed mood and answered without hesitation.

Since her husband shouted, Yan Qing found that she had become much bolder, in other words, she had thrown her a lot of things.

The man breathed stagnantly and looked at her with exploratory eyes.

Yan Qing regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. She did not have the courage to tease Yan Huaiwen, and she thought about it and gave a more convincing reason.

"Mr. Yan, it's just kidding that because the company was seconded, I transferred from the branch in Yaocheng to the head office to work."

Yan Huaiwen snorted coldly and looked at her flushed cheeks.

Perhaps it is because the water and soil in the south are nourishing people, and Yan Qing fell more and more beautifully, like the blooming peonies waiting for people to pick them up.

This face is more charming than a few years ago, with a slight upward slightest ejaculation at the end of the eyes, making the eyes moist, bright and charming.

Yan Huaiwen's thoughts moved slightly, and his tall body moved, and his posture strongly enveloped her under his shadow. The low and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.

"Drink tonight?"

Yan Qing, who was hit by the man's delicate facial features, replied in a daze, "How did Mr. Yan know? I drank it, but not much, just two glasses of red wine."

Yan Qing stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of his eyes.

Yan Huaiwen's eyes suddenly darkened, "I'll be drunk just like this after two cups, and I still dare to drink."

He felt the pulse under his wrist holding his fingers, jumping around vigorously and happily, "What are you nervous about with your heartbeat so fast?"

I'm not nervous, I'm afraid that if I can't help but throw you down. Of course, Yan Qing only dares to say this in his heart.

"How could you be nervous? Mr. Yan hasn't seen each other for many years, and he is still so handsome and handsome."

Yan Qing smiled and began to enter the praise mode, but he was also telling the truth.

Yan Huai sneered after hearing this, then asked, "Who is the person in the hotel? How could it appear in your room?"

"This. He is a big customer of our company. He has a business to negotiate today. He must have drunk too much and walked into the wrong room. I can solve it myself, Mr. Yan."

Yan Qing knew in her heart that telling the truth was the best way. Yan Huaiwen would probably lend a helping hand and help her, but she was very awkward and didn't want him to hear something so embarrassed happened to him.

"The old fried dough sticks in Xingheng have many tricks to take advantage of, and you can guess it, I want to use it for you..."

Under the dim light in the car, he paused to look at his face, which was clearly locked in his beautiful eyebrows but pretended to be strong.

"What are you doing with me?" Yan Qing, who listened carefully, was a little puzzled and wanted to know the following.

Yan Huaiwen leaned over and pressed over, his voice was low, and he said these three words in her ear.

"Beauty plan."

Appreciating flowers under the moon and watching beauties under the lamp.

Yan Huaiwen also had to admit that it really has a unique charm, especially such a charming and charming beauty.

He suddenly reached out and touched Yan Qing's waist. Yan Qing froze and dared not move, "Mr. Yan."

I saw him take out a cigarette box from the pocket of the suit jacket he was wearing.

Immersed in the temptation of appreciating male sex up close, she briefly lost her ability to think.

He pressed the car window and was about to light the cigarette in his hand. Yan Qing only saw the beautiful lips opening and closing, and spitting out two words.

"get off."

She obediently opened the car door, but when she was preparing, she encountered a problem.

Yan Qing turned around dryly and said, "Mr. Yan, I didn't bring my shoes."

Yes, when she fought against evil forces, she not only did not wear shoes, but also didn't even wear socks.

"Pretty, wait."

Even though he said this, Yan Huaiwen immediately put back the cigarette that had not been lit, took a long leg and quickly got out of the car and walked to her.

Once again, he wrapped Yan Qing firmly in his arms.

"I can actually do it myself." She whispered more and more. She was just said to be "pretentious", but she was really greedy for the warmth in her arms. After several ideological struggles, she decided to give up struggling.

Until he sat on the soft and elastic bed, Yan Qing was still confused.

She didn't expect that she could get such treatment. She was carried through the door all the way and was qualified to enter the master bedroom of the villa and slept in Yan Huaiwen's bed.

If you can't sleep with Mr. Yan, sleeping in his bed is also a kind of success! Yan Qing thought happily.

Before, she had never been to Yan Huaiwen's villa in Nanyuan, but had heard that he had such a house in Nancheng.

The whole room is monotonous and light-colored, with a typical cold style, and the furnishings and decorations are really generous, elegant and noble.

She seemed to be in an art museum, without the taste of home here. Looking at these famous paintings and decorations, Yan Qing was secretly shocked and full of money.

A familiar music sounded, and the ringtone of the phone rang, and it was still the pure music that had been used for many years. Yan Qing also searched this song specifically, and the single was looped thousands of times.

Yan Huaiwen looked at the call and frowned slightly, "I'll answer the phone first, you can do it."

Then he turned around and walked out of the room. It seemed that he was going to handle business. Yan Qing watched him leave.

In the study, Yan Huaiwen looked at the caller, had already expected what was going on, and answered the phone.

"mom."

Don't explain, this is your husband! Call it boldly!

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Chapter completed!