The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed in a low voice. Stretched out his hand and touched Anya's face, and said to himself:

"It's not a dementia."

When Anya heard this, her lungs were about to explode, and she was already struggling to speak, but she still persistently scolded back intermittently:

"You... Is... Dementia! ”

But the breath is too small, the voice is soft, and it sounds more like a coquette. He obviously couldn't move, but a pair of black eyes still stared at Yi Ling unconvincedly. It looks like a fried-up little black cat.

"Interesting, it's the first time that I, Yi Ling, have been bitten by someone, and I'm still bitten on the face."

His fingers gently rubbed the tooth marks on his face, but a pair of eyes were like locking on prey, and his eyes roamed boldly over Anya's body.

Yi Ling's fingers were slender and gently landed on Anya's side face, chin, and collarbone...... The depiction is not hurried or slow, and the eyes gradually darken.

Yi Ling has been cultivated as an heir since he was a child, and his high degree of self-control allows him to forcibly suppress the strength of the medicine even if he is drugged by An Boxiong.

I wanted to deal with the troublesome of An Jia, so I went to the family hospital. didn't expect that Miss An, who had been stupid for 20 years since she was born, would give him such a big surprise today.

Case...... So what kind of family hospital do you go to?

"I was drugged by your father, and now it's just the two of us in the house. Since you don't want to die, there is only one solution left. ”

The cheetah, which seemed to slowly induce the little beast, Yi Ling drew a circle with his fingers on Anya's neck, watching slowly and methodically, and his prey entered the trap little by little......

A low, magnetic voice rang in his ears, and a pair of mischievous hands also roamed over him, and the inexplicable heat in Anya's body rose again, and she was confused by the heat.

Before he could understand Yi Ling's words, he felt a cold breath approaching, and his lips were instantly blocked.

The minty coolness gave Anya a hint of clarity, and her eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening in front of her.

The four eyes were facing each other, and there was banter and attack in the man's eyes, and the big hand attacked the city, and Anya was forced to tears at once.

Outside, the ball was lively and elegant, and in the dimly lit room, there was only a single impatient respite. Catalyzed by alcohol and drugs, I don't know who sank first, the night is dark, and the dim light reveals a hazy lingering ......

A few days later, in a company building, Anya was sleepy-eyed pouring coffee in the lounge.

Three days after that bizarre night, Anya woke up on her desk at home. She looked out the window in a daze, it was still cool in the morning at six o'clock, the house was quiet, only herself, everything was the same as usual.

For the next three days, go to work normally and rest normally. The strange encounter that night, like a strange dream in the subconscious, quickly disappeared without a trace.

Anya leaned against the cupboard, rubbing her brows wearily.

Xiao Yang, who was in the same group, stepped on high heels and pushed the door in, and greeted Anya with a smile:

"Sister An~ Why do you look so tired? Stayed up late and worked overtime again, right? ”

Anya smiled and nodded, as a default. In fact, it's because she always subconsciously thinks of that beautiful dream and the strong man in the dream in the past two days...... I make myself in a trance, and I always have a bad rest.

It's strange to think about it, Anya usually dreams for three days, and when she wakes up that morning, she forgets all about it.

But this time, I remember every detail of the dream clearly. It's like, first-hand experience.

What annoyed her the most was the man in her dream.

Anya remembered the indifference of the man when he wanted to strangle himself, the surprise he was at being bitten by himself, the strong attack he later made, and, with a chuckle in his ear, telling himself that his name was ......

"This Yi Ling hates it to death! In the novel I read recently, the male protagonist is so pathetic. When I was a child, everyone had to bully me, and the most hateful thing was the male protagonist and his father, this one named Yi Ling, was necrotic! ”

Yi Ling...... Anya originally listened to Xiao Yang's broken thoughts casually, but after hearing the familiar name, she looked at Xiao Yang sharply with shock in her eyes.

The man told himself that his name was Yi Ling.

"Ann... Sister An, did I say something wrong? Why do you suddenly look so shocked? ”

Yang Qing was just halfway through speaking, and suddenly found that Anya's face was wrong, which made her wonder if she had said something wrong.

Realizing that her reaction was too intense, Anya eased her expression, took a sip of coffee, and asked casually:

"Xiao Yang, what did you just say about the male protagonist and his father?"

It turned out that she was just asking about the novel, and Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Since someone is interested in the novel he is chasing, Yang Qing's eyes lit up, and it was his duty to work hard to settle down.

I thought I would get some answer, but Anya listened to it for a while, and then realized that the hero of that novel was not Yi Ling, Yi Ling was just the father of the hero, and the number of mentions was very rare, and in order to highlight the misery of the protagonist, he simply wrote him to death.

After that, it revolves around the story of the male protagonist Yi An's family, who successfully takes revenge through his own efforts and finds true love.

A typical novel routine, Anya looked at Yang Qing incomprehensibly and narrated how powerful the male protagonist is, how miserable his life experience is, and how considerate he is, and he can't wait to marry him directly.

I couldn't understand the happiness of the girl chasing the book, Anya waited on the side for a long time, but after all, her patience ran out and she found a reason to escape.

In the following days, Anya was busy with the company's new project, and that strange dream was slowly forgotten by her.

Another night, everyone in the company was off work, and Anya was still like a nail, sitting firmly in front of the computer, constantly typing on the plan.

The last character was finalized, and Anya stretched her waist greatly. I looked at my watch, and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night. There are still two reports at hand that have not been processed, and there will be another morning meeting tomorrow morning.

Anya yawned, intending not to go home as usual, and would squint on the table for hours.

Overtime has become a habit, and in the past six months, Anya has spent more time in the company than at home.

Drowsiness came quickly, and Anya quickly fell asleep......

The sound of the clock ticking slowly amplified, and it was a silent and empty night, but the noise gradually became loud in my ears.

It was that strange and uneasy emotion again, and when she reacted, Anya was sitting in a rocking chair, and the sun was just right outside. Someone babbling in their ears:

"Miss An now has a baby in her belly, even if she doesn't understand anything, it is a mother's natural instinct to love children, Miss An must protect her baby well."