The secretary on the side pinched the sweat in his palms, "President, you haven't ...... yet"

The president has asked this question hundreds of times in the past few days......

"What's the news over there?"

“…… Said that the wife was business as usual, and did not say anything......"

"Get out!!"

Murong Yan suddenly roared, picked up a thick folder on the table and smashed it towards the secretary.

"Ahh

The folder came to his face, and the secretary exclaimed.

"Don't get out of here!!"

"Yes, yes, President!"

Murong Yan rubbed the corners of his forehead with his hands, raised his eyes and swept the empty office, and lowered his eyes heavily, his thick eyelashes casting a gloomy shadow under his eyes......

As long as she takes the initiative and is coquettish with him, he will let go of all his face and reconcile with her.

But she doesn't, she wants to challenge his bottom line.

Zhao Qishan, you think I can't give up on you, that's why you torture me like this, aren't you?

If so, then I throw in the towel......

………………

Villa bedrooms.

The wall clock downstairs rang "bell", and I don't know how many times Zhao Jishan looked up at the time......

It was one o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't come back yet.

It's the fourth night......

His original affection may have just been because he didn't get it.

Zhao Qishan lay on the bed and whimpered.

I didn't want to cry, but my throat was uncomfortable.

The hour hand on the wall slipped towards two o'clock, but she still didn't feel sleepy.

I've been suffering from insomnia for several nights, and she has a terrible headache right now.

I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and as soon as I got into bed and wrapped myself in a quilt, I heard the sound of the doorknob being unscrewed.

She immediately lay down with her back to the doorway and closed her eyes.

The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and she couldn't help but clench her fists.

After a few moments, she felt the position behind her collapse, and a strong smell of alcohol came over her.

The man stroked her cheek with one hand and rubbed it slowly.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the man's hot gaze.

Murong Yan got up, pulled her body, and bent down to kiss her.

Zhao Zhenshan's heart jumped straight up, his hands were at his sides at a loss, and he didn't move.

The man provoked a smear and pried her mouth open to kiss, "Why don't you dry your hair?" What should I do if I have a cold? ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenshan's nose was sour, but when he thought of what he had done in the past few days, he felt very uncomfortable, so he just ignored him.

"Shan'er, your hair will catch a cold when it's wet, I'll wipe your hair, huh?"

After he finished speaking, he got up again and staggered to get the towel.

As soon as he got out of bed, his arm was grabbed by a small soft hand.

Meeting her shining eyes, Murong Yan was slightly stunned, squinted, got up without moving and went to get a towel, then sat down on the edge of the bed again and began to wipe her hair.

Zhao Qishan raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation, "Why are you back?" ”

The man's hand paused for a moment, and continued the movement of his hand, "What?" Don't want me back? ”

Zhao Qishan wanted to explain, but seeing that he looked drunk, he knew that everything was in vain.

"You've been drinking......" she grabbed his wrist, a hint of compromise in her tone.

Murong Yan wrapped his long arms around her waist and took her into his arms, "Shan'er, are you concerned about me?" ”

Zhao Qishan raised his head and cast a puzzled look, "Of course! ”

"Then why didn't you call me?" EE3106081