"Huh."

Xia Fanjin didn't know why he was smiling like that, and he was smirking very dryly. After thinking about it, I thought of it as a boring joke made by Shang Zhi from time to time.

But in her concept, if it is impossible, she can't give others blank hope, so Xia Fanjin withdrew her smile, pulled her lips lightly and said: "Feelings are not something that can be influenced by the first come, the first come. ”

But what she couldn't figure out was when Shang Zhi had this thought about her. Because many times, she felt that Shang Zhi was not a joke.

The only smile on Shang Zhi's face disappeared without a trace, and he glanced at her, and his face sank.

Xia Fanjin smiled stupidly, pursed his lips and asked, "Director, what time is it tomorrow?" ”

"You don't have to use it." Shang Zhi waved his hand and sneered.

“…… Director, not only do you have a bad temper, why do you also declare personal vendettas? Xia Fanjin wanted to laugh a little, because she thought of Tang Yong, and sometimes she was outrageously cautious.

Shang Zhi was very unhappy, stared at her, and said in a hard voice: "Nine o'clock!" ”

Xia Fanjin smiled, stretched out his hand to make a bow gesture, and turned to leave.

Wen Lisa happened to be walking over to this side, she was looking for something in her bag, frowning.

"Looking for what?"

"The car keys, I've been looking for them for a while and I haven't found them." Wen Lisa replied absentmindedly, rummaging through her bag.

"Did you misplace it in my bag?" Xia Fanjin said that he opened his bag and looked for it, and after a while, he took out a bunch of keys.

Wen Lisa glanced at it and patted her head, "Look at my memory." ”

The backs of the two faded away, Shang Zhi sat on the chair, glanced at her, and then at the sunset that did not exist, and the sky was a little gray.

He curled the corners of his mouth and laughed self-deprecatingly, Shang Zhi, what are you crazy about?

――――

Wen Lisha drove Xia Fanjin to the door of the company, and the canopy was already dyed with a strong purple color.

Xia Fanjin unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, turned around and asked her, "Come home with me for dinner?" ”

"No need," Wen Lisa chewed xylitol in her mouth, "I won't disturb your two-person world, there are still people waiting for me at home." ”

Xia Fanjin shrugged, "Okay then, be careful when you drive home." ”

Seeing Wen Lisha's car drive out of sight, Xia Fanjin turned around and walked around the corner when he got out of the car this morning.

Tang Yong's car had been parked there for a while, Xia Fanjin opened the car door and went in, Tang Yong turned his head to look at her wearing a seat belt.

"Have you waited a long time?" Xia Fanjin asked.

"Just here."

Tang Yong was wearing a dark blue striped handmade suit, he usually wears pure black, and today's dress was picked out by Xia Fanjin for him last night, and he finally found a set of other styles in his all-black suit queue, the amber cuffs were shiny and luxurious, adhering to the low-key luxury that he had always liked.

No matter how cold a man's personality is, he also has his own little habits. Tang Yong likes to collect watches and cars, especially watches, and the two watch cabinets in the middle of the locker room are all his watches, and most of them are mechanical watches.

On his left wrist, he is wearing a new mechanical watch from Frank Muller, with a simple appearance style and extremely complex dial configuration.

But he wears it very much, his left hand is propped up by the window, his fingers are on the steering wheel at will, up and down his body, both aura and charm, just sitting like this is also a scenery of his own.

Xia Fanjin glanced at the side face that he leaned towards her, pursed his lips, and liked it very much.

Tang Yong suddenly chuckled, "What? Think I'm more handsome again? ”

"Less smelly and beautiful......" is a sentence that is not in her heart, but she agrees with it 100% in her heart.

When he finally started the car, she couldn't help but step forward and kiss him on the side of the cheek.

In the evening, some of his stubble came out, and her lips itched a little.

Tang Yong turned his head and looked at him deeply, under the high eyebrow bones were deep eye sockets, and those dark eyes were embedded in them, like a deep pool.

He leaned over suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled her over, his lips were about to be pressed down, Xia Fanjin opened his eyes wide and dodged back, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, "Don't don't, on the street, being seen ......"

As soon as her voice fell, Tang Yong's movements did not continue, just stared at him, and there was a depth in her eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Come back home." He chuckled, his voice a little hoarse.

And his voice was like a drum hammer, hitting her heart all at once, Xia Fanjin's heart beat faster, and her face was slightly red.

On the way back, Xia Fanjin obviously felt that Tang Yong's speed was much faster than usual, but he still took care of her and drove very steadily.

Thinking of what he was anxious to do when he wanted to go home, Xia Fanjin felt that there was a fire spreading on his face, and he was burning himself.

When I arrived at Silver Beach, the car drove into the garage, the silver Aditon Martin ONE-77, parked between the Bugatti Veyron and the Bentley Mulsanne, Xia Fanjin pursed his lips, reached out and unbuckled the seat belt and wanted to run, but the car door was flipped by him without touching it, and pressed on the saddle.

Xia Fanjin snorted, his lips were held by him, and he pried open his lips and teeth to attack the city and seize the ground.

He kissed hard and urgently, in the same style as he usually did, so silent in the cramped carriage that only the sound of fusion and churning between his lips and teeth could be heard, and Xia Fanjin's occasional whimper.

Tang Yong stretched one hand behind her waist and clasped her head with the other, Xia Fanjin did not resist, reached out to wrap his hand around his broad back, and put his hand on his shoulder blades.

When Tang Yong let go of her again, his breathing was a little short, and there was a reaction somewhere, Xia Fanjin's face was flushed, and his lips were also red and swollen, glowing with water.

She bit his lip with a vengeance, Tang Yong chuckled and leaned to her lips, "Not enough?" ”

Xia Fanjin immediately pursed his lips, pushed his chest, and said angrily: "Hurry up, you are so heavy, you are pressing me." ”

She didn't talk nonsense, Tang Yong was 186 tall, and his figure was strong, even if he paid attention to it himself, but the space in the carriage was limited, and it was indeed a bit heavy to press her like this......

When Tang Yong led Xia Fanjin into the villa, Aunt Zhang was almost ready to cook.

Xia Fanjin went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to help, and Tang Yong went upstairs to change clothes.

Aunt Zhang didn't want her to do anything, so Xia Fanjin had to take the table.

Just as he was about to turn into the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

Xia Fanjin was puzzled, who came at this time?

She walked to the entrance to open the door, and when she opened it, she was a woman with heavy makeup, thick chestnut curls, bright red nail polish, a white V-neck tight skirt jacket and a rose-red trench coat, and black high heels.

It looks well-dressed, and the clothes are all real big brands.

As soon as he opened the door, there was a strong smell of perfume, and Xia Fanjin wrinkled his nose when he smelled it.

I didn't expect it to be a young woman who opened the door, and it was a woman who often appeared on the screen, and the flamboyant smile paused, looked at her with half-squinted eyes, seemed to think of something, and pulled the corners of her mouth again.

Xia Fanjin just glanced at her and saw the red sports car behind her.

Intuition is not good, Xia Fanjin did not directly let people into the house, but asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Me? Of course I'm looking for Tang Yong. After she finished speaking, seeing that Xia Fanjin didn't mean to give way, she wrapped her hands around her chest, took out a photo from her black handbag, looked at the photo, looked at Xia Fanjin again, and snorted, "I didn't expect it to be you." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'll know what it means later, let me in first," she said unhappily, her voice was a little sharp, she paused, and added, "I'm Tang Yong's stepmother, Song Yao." ”

No longer waiting for Xia Fanjin to answer, Song Yao directly pushed her away, with little strength, but Xia Fanjin staggered two steps to the side because he didn't take precautions.

As soon as Tang Yong walked out of the room, what he saw in the corridor on the second floor was the scene of Song Yao pushing Xia Fanjin away, and his face was solemn in an instant, and the cold air was pressing.

He walked downstairs, and Song Yao had already sat down on the sofa.

"Get out." Tang Yong walked down the stairs, and his voice was like quenched ice.

Song Yao was stunned for a moment, a little frightened by him, but when she thought of what she was holding in her hand, her courage instantly grew again.

"Tang Yong, what is your attitude?" Her straight, long eyebrows were crossed.

Aunt Zhang, who came out with the last dish, heard the movement, looked this way, put the dish on the table, and went back to the room by herself.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"You'll regret it," Song Yao not only didn't get up, but shook her calves, "I regret your attitude towards me, I'm also your stepmother." ”

Xia Fanjin walked over and looked at the woman who kicked her nose and face, the good atmosphere at night had ruined her, and Xia Fanjin was naturally uncomfortable.

"Do you want to invite you?" Xia Fanjin's cold tone made Song Yao turn her head and glance at her.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at the two of them, not feeling at all how rude it was to sit on the sofa in someone's house uninvited.

Xia Fanjin suddenly thought of something and asked, "What do you mean by the photo you just took out?" ”

Song Yao raised her eyebrows, "Finally someone mentioned the matter," she straightened her fingers and looked at her nails, "I'm here this time, it's like showing you something." ”

As she spoke, she took out a photo from her bag, not one, but a bunch, and threw it on the coffee table with her hand, scattering a piece.

Looking at the content on the photo, Xia Fanjin clenched his fingers and subconsciously looked at Tang Yong.

Tang Yong glanced at the photos and reached out to pick up one.

Because it was night, the photo was a little blurry, and it was taken in night shooting mode. In the photo, there is a messy bed, his bare back, the woman's slender hand grasping his shoulder blades, and there are many ambiguous/ambiguous marks on the whole back, and Xia Fanjin is naturally under him, but only one face is exposed, and the expression is not only painful but comfortable.

His gaze stayed on the photo, but the words were said to Song Yao, "You might as well talk about your purpose directly." ”

[It's a little late, but it's 3,000 ...... to make up for yesterday]