The two entered the elevator.

Xiao He said very gentlemanly: "What floor is Miss Wen going to?"

Wen Yan smiled lightly: "2606"

He asked what floor it was, and she replied with the room number.

Xiao He pressed the 26th floor and then the first floor.

The faint fragrance of bath milk filled the air, Wen Yan approached him and sniffed it gently, more than ten centimeters away from his neck, not far away: "What kind of shower gel does Mr. Xiao use, it smells very good." ”

Xiao He frowned, his thin lips pursed, and he looked displeased.

With a "ding", the 26th floor arrived.

Wen Yan seemed to sigh softly, as if she was sighing at the interruption of this brief relationship.

The elevator door opened, and she waved her hand at Xiao He, smiling brightly and wantonly: "Goodbye, Mr. Xiao." ”

Xiao He didn't have much expression, his eyes were still cold, and he watched the elevator door close again, isolating the woman's wanton smiling face.

The next day, the project cooperation meeting continued.

Xiao He, as the organizer, still sat in the middle of the conference table, and Wen Yan and the person in charge of another company sat on both sides of the conference table.

She happened to be sitting next to Xiao He.

The pen fell, and she bent down to pick it up, and the snow-white skin under the V-neck shirt was inadvertently revealed.

She picked up the pen, but her eyes fell on the long, straight legs under the table.

The black trousers outline the shape of the man's legs, and the muscle lines are faintly visible.

The brush strokes on his ankles and up the lines of his trousers.

Xiao He glanced at her.

Wen Yan slowly raised his head, met his eyes, hooked his lips and smiled: "Does Mr. Xiao need a pen?"

Xiao He frowned, and his voice was cold: "No need, thank you." ”

Wen Yan withdrew the pen, curled her lips, and smiled even more: "Okay." ”

After the other company showed the project PPT, it was the turn of Wenyan Company.

She got up and walked to the stage, and began to show the materials that had been prepared a long time ago.

The calm and confident look and the charming appearance of the man who hooked his lips and smiled at the man were like two people.

Xiao He narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table.

This woman seems to have many facets.

It was almost five o'clock when the meeting ended.

Xiao He returned to the hotel, changed his clothes and went to the pool again.

He goes swimming every day after work.

When I came to the pool, I found that there were already people in the pool.

He frowned and turned to leave.

Someone grabbed his ankle suddenly.

"Mr. Xiao, why don't you come down?" Wen Yan looked up at him, his wet eyes were suspicious, "Could it be that Mr. Xiao is afraid of me?"

It's a straightforward way to agitate.

She pinched his ankle, his bones hard and his muscles strong.

Xiao He pursed his lips, unbuttoned his bathrobe, and plunged directly into the water.

He swam fast, his posture stretched and agile, and he split a pool of clear water like a wind and waves, making a splash.

Wen Yan hooked his lips and smiled, plunged into the water again, and swam extremely fast.

After swimming a few laps, she leaned against the wall of the pool, panting for breath, only to see that the man was still swimming in the water.

Hmm, the physical strength is really good.

Wen Yan squinted and smiled, his gaze following his posture.

Half an hour later, Xiao He stopped, he was against the other end of the pool wall, his chest rose and fell slightly, the water droplets fell from the ends of his hair, slid over his neck and chest muscles, and fell into the water.

Wen Yan rowed beside him, face to face with him, one hand against the edge of the pool behind him, the gesture seemed to encircle the man in his arms.

"I didn't expect Mr. Xiao to swim so well and professionally. Wen Yan smiled with curly lips, and stared at the man in front of him with moist eyes.

A drop of water fell from the end of his hair and slid down the corner of his eye.

Wen Yan's index finger ran over the corner of his eye, wiping away the droplets.

The water wiped it off, but her fingers didn't leave. Slender fingertips ran across his brow bone, along his cheekbones, across his sideburns, under his chin, and down the man's neck, and when he was about to reach his pectorals, his fingers were suddenly grasped.

"Miss Wen, what do you want?" Xiao He said in a deep voice, his expression indifferent and distant.

Wen Yan leaned forward with his upper body, his chest pressed against his chest, and exhaled in his ear: "What does Mr. Xiao mean?"

Xiao He's brows furrowed even tighter, and the woman's skin was soft and smooth, like a cold snake.

There was a faint smell of perfume in her nose, wisps of it, which was the fragrance on her body.

He had a momentary sway.