After eating Japanese food, Yu Yu received a phone call, which seemed to be something at the bar.

Wen Yan asked her to deal with it first, and she just took a taxi home by herself.

Shen Liangsheng naturally won't let go of this kind of thing.

"Miss Wen, where do you live, I'll send you back. Shen Liangsheng looked at Wen Yan affectionately, with tenderness on his eyebrows, romantic and amorous.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "No, I'll take a taxi back, thank you, Mr. Shen." ”

Shen Liangsheng wanted to say something more, but Wen Yan's mobile phone suddenly rang, and WeChat came in.

She looked at WeChat, her eyebrows twisted slightly, and she looked up at Xiao He, who had been standing next to her without saying a word: "Mr. Xiao, our engineer has reported that a data problem has been found, and we need to check with you again." ”

Wen Yan had mentioned that there was a problem with the data before, and the situation was true, so Xiao He did not doubt him this time.

"Is it convenient to come to your office to talk?" Wen Yan said.

Xiao He's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his dark eyes fell on Wen Yan's face, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of her words.

Shen Liangsheng saw that the two seemed to be talking about business, but he was also interested, and took the initiative to say: "Then you go and talk, I'll go first." ”

He waved his hand at the two of them, got into his Bugatti Veyron supercar, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the supercar "boomed" into the traffic.

Wen Yan looked at the figure of the supercar, pursed her lips and smiled imperceptibly, turned her head, only to find that Xiao He had been looking at her.

She lowered her eyes, brushed her hair in disguise, and when she raised her head again, she regained her smiling expression, and her watery eyes accepted his scrutiny openly.

After a while, she spoke leisurely: "Mr. Xiao, do you want to talk here?"

Xiao He retracted his gaze, and his voice was indifferent: "Get in the car." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go driving, but he didn't notice a sly smile flashing in Wen Yan's eyes behind him.

The black Cayenne, sullen and domineering, quite like this man's character.

Wen Yan sat on the spacious passenger seat, two straight and delicate long legs stretched forward casually, looking lazy and wanton.

"It's hot......" complained softly in a soft voice, pressing the window button and lowering half of the window.

The night breeze sent the faint smell of perfume and wine on the woman's body, and the wisps lingered in the nose of the man who was driving the car with his eyes closed.

Just when the red light came on, Xiao He stepped on the brake and looked at the woman next to him, his gaze from top to bottom.

The woman's palm-sized face was white and crimson, the slim black sleeveless dress showed graceful curves, the chest was slightly undulating, the thin waist was held in a tight hand, and the two slender legs rubbed against each other restlessly.

It is dazzlingly white and tender, like a fine net woven from silk, waiting for its prey to cast itself into the net.

Knowing that it might be a hunting net, he still couldn't restrain his heartbeat a beat, because in that exquisite Japanese-style private room at night, under the maple-colored dining table, he had already experienced the tender touch.

The broad palm of his hand tightened the steering wheel forcefully, and he forced himself to look away, only to meet the woman's misty eyes.

Wen Yan seemed to feel hot, and gently pulled down her neckline, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

She squinted at him slightly, her moist eyes were dyed with the warm light of the street lamp, and it seemed to be covered with early autumn mist, pure and ambiguous, staring directly at the man in front of her.

The teeth bite the lower lip on one side, the white teeth, the red lips, the color is distinct.

Little by little, the lip flap was loosened from between the teeth, and the shallow tooth marks were swept by the tip of the red tongue with ulterior motives, blurring the marks and clarifying the desire.

The man's eyes darkened, and the Adam's apple unconsciously slid twice, tearing his gaze away from the woman's face like tearing the most powerful sticker.

The red light turned green, and Xiao He stepped on the accelerator, which seemed to be a little too forceful.