"This is the room card, 803, you eat something at the hotel first, go to the room to rest when you are tired, and I will go over after I finish talking about work."

In the first 28 years of Wen Yihuan's life, he took the room card from a person of the opposite sex for the first time. On the surface, she calmly put away the key card for the black and gold-trimmed luxury suite, and nodded.

"Okay, you go get busy first."

The man opposite is Han Cheng, the object of her dating for three months. The president of Xingyu Culture Media Company, a charismatic man, with a flat head and single eyelids, a sexy upward phoenix eye, a dark gray suit with a crisp fit, and a slight adduction at the waistline, perfectly sets off his inverted triangle upper body and slender legs, which has a bit of the vicissitudes of a mature man.

Although Wen Yihuan is a standard older leftover girl, after graduating from college, she seems to have broken off the relationship with the opposite sex, and in the high school where she works, she is considered an outlier. But she also knows that love in the fast food era inevitably requires meat, and since she agreed to take the opportunity of a business trip with Han Cheng to take a vacation in a neighboring city to relax, she knows what should happen.

Walking around the hotel, Wen Yihuan had a thin layer of sweat on his body, and planned to go back to the room to take a shower first.

When the elevator reached the eighth floor, she saw that the door of Suite 3 at the end of the corridor was not closed tightly, and a crack flashed, thinking that Han Cheng had already returned.

Wen Yihuan stood at the door and took a deep breath, she confirmed that her makeup was okay with the locked phone screen, the large waves scattered on her shoulders at will, the red lip line was delicately outlined, and the charming apricot eyes drew the upturned eyeliner.

She had just walked into the room when she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom clearly. Hanging up his coat casually, Wen Yihuan sat on the armchair by the window and waited.

An ordinary middle school Chinese teacher is not a big beauty, let alone a prominent family background, and being able to associate with a president man of this level or even talk about marriage is like a plot in an idol drama. It was also accidental, but it was just a chance encounter, Han Cheng took the initiative to befriend her, and after coming and going, at the instigation and urging of her parents and colleagues, she simply started this relationship.

Dojin, handsome, although the personality is a little cold and detached, and she has been divorced once, but she is not bad for her.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the bathroom door slam open and the sound of footsteps stepping on the long Andean cashmere carpet.

"Stephen, what time does the reporter from Daily Finance arrive? I've just taken a shower here, and I haven't put on makeup yet...... "A young man with a naked upper body and only a long bath towel around his lower body is talking on the phone while wiping his wet hair with a towel.

Slightly curly short chestnut hair, born with slightly lighter amber pupils, thick eyebrows trimmed into a somewhat rebellious upward shape, the whole face is clean and bright like a handsome and untouched teenager, but the figure is strong and tall, and the contours of the muscles faintly reveal a sense of unruly strength.

Wen Yihuan raised his eyebrows slightly, this ...... It's not Han Cheng, right?

"Beauty, who are you?! Waiter? Or is it that reporter......" The man almost dropped the phone in his hand, as the more scantily dressed of the two, his shock was obviously worse than Wen Yihuan.

"Ahem." Wen Yihuan quickly calmed down, coughed lightly and took the initiative to turn around, not looking at the man whose face was already flushed with embarrassment, "This seems to be my room, may I ask, who are you and how did you get in?" ”

casually pulled the bathrobe hanging in the closet and quickly put it on, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his palm to signal that Wen Yihuan could turn his face.

"I've been here since I checkin, young lady, you went to the wrong room."

First took the room card from the opposite sex, and now he was about to hand the room card to another person of the opposite sex, Wen Yihuan sighed, withdrew his hand and hugged his arms in front of his towering chest.

Ran to someone else's room to take a shower, and ran out so aggressively...... Are all exhibitionists so bold these days?

The man's hair was still dripping, he rubbed a handful of his already messy chestnut hair, and suddenly laughed: "Little sister, are you living here for the first time?" Then you may not know, this hotel is very particular, because 4 is not good, so all the rooms on the fourth floor are 5 starts. Your room card is 803, which is actually the ninth floor. ”

When he smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing eight neat white teeth, and his youthful spirit swept over the sky like sunshine. This simple and innocent smiling face made Wen Yihuan feel a little familiar, and he always felt ...... Where have I seen it.

But at the moment, I don't care about these people, and the people who break into the room by mistake ...... It was herself.

Wen Yihuan rubbed the corners of his forehead with a little headache, and apologized in his heart for just belittling the other party as an exhibitionist, and said, "It's really the first time I've lived...... I didn't understand it clearly, I'm really sorry to bother. ”

She was about to get up and leave, when she suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from the door that had just been closed casually, and the sound stopped abruptly at the door, followed by two polite knocks on the door.

"Hello, the reporter of "Daily Finance", Mr. Stephen said that I can come in directly......"

The creak of the door being pushed open stunned both of them at the same time.

For some reason, the man grabbed Wen Yihuan's hand, looked around nervously, gritted his teeth, and no matter how Wen Yihuan reacted, he only cautiously shushed at her and signaled silence, and then pulled her directly into the large closet next to her, which was one person tall.

The wardrobe space is very large, and it is not cramped for two people to sit in it. Wen Yihuan was inexplicably stuffed here, and he was already a little angry. She took a deep breath and was about to speak, but through a glimmer of light from the gap in the cabinet, she saw the man's eyes staring at her without blinking, a slender finger pressed against her lips, and made a "shhhh

As if seeing her unsightly face, the man shook his hands together in front of his chest, the corners of his eyes and mouth drooped aggrievedly, and his amber light-colored pupils seemed to be sucking a puddle of water, and the appearance of "please, please" was really immature and pitiful.

At this moment, Wen Yihuan remembered who the person in front of him was.

Ye Nantian, who was once called the chosen idol of the business world by the people who eat melons, has a very prominent family background, but he prefers to learn from gringos and drop out of school to start his own business and engage in software development, but he is at the top of the rich list in two years, and because of his handsome appearance, he is quite sought after by the media and ordinary people

"You are Ye ......" Wen Yihuan suppressed her breath and tried to confirm with her breath, but the man seemed to think that she was going to make a sound on purpose, and turned sideways and covered her slightly open lips with his palm.

Most of his bathrobe slipped off because of the movement, Wen Yihuan smelled the fresh smell of the shower liquid on his body in the dim space, the muscles in his eyes were neat and distinct, and the palm of his hand moved, as if he was unconsciously rubbing her lips.

It's probably been too long since I've been so close to a person of the opposite sex, Wen Yihuan only felt that such a direct and crisp physical contact seemed to make the blood rush directly to her cheeks, and the slightly hot heat made her a little uncomfortable.