Zhan Qiancheng pulled his tie with one hand, squinting at Chen Anhao on the bed, his eyes were like a cheetah looking at his prey.

After removing his shirt, the faint candlelight shone on his chest, reflecting a faint light.

Seductive.

“……”

Chen Anhao wanted to say something, but Zhan Qiancheng suddenly pressed it and blocked everything she wanted to say.

If kissing can express his thoughts, Chen Anhao will definitely be the first to stand up and protest strongly!

Before she could think about anything, her head was empty, and all she could feel was Zhan Qiancheng's fiery hands touching her skin.

She didn't feel anything but the heat.

After a long time......

Zhan Qiancheng, who had been raging for a long time, finally let go of Chen Anhao and gave her a chance to breathe, looking at her white and tender skin that was revealed little by little, his eyes became even more intoxicated.

"Zhanqian City ......"

Chen Anhao whispered his name.

"Huh?" Zhan Qiancheng's voice was a little hoarse and a little low.

"Aren't you tired?" Chen Anhao was embarrassed to say anything else.

"Not tired."

“……”

"One more time."

“……”

Chen Anhao knew that he couldn't resist, so he could only touch and bear it, and suddenly remembered the 1314 that Zhan Qiancheng said last time, so he began to touch and count......

The candlelight beats slightly, and the charming atmosphere on the bed is sweet.

It wasn't until the morning light was faint that Zhan Qiancheng stopped the original entanglement with Chen Anhao, and Chen Anhao recalled what happened last night.

Every time it's 1314!

What a hormone!

Chen Anhao couldn't help but think, could it be that he was counting himself?

What a spirit!

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Zhan Qiancheng's already asleep face, she couldn't help but reach out and caress his face. From the forehead to the tip of the nose and from the lips to the chin.

His nose is strong, and the contours of his entire face are resolute.

Chen Anhao heard a sentence before, "Born from the heart", so Zhan Qiancheng must have a very firm heart.

"What? Want to do it again? When Chen Anhao was distracted, a burst of heat suddenly came from her palm, and his hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"No, no!"

Chen Anhao hurriedly let go of his hand, turned over, turned his back, and slept with his back to him.

Zhan Qiancheng stretched out his hand to put his arm around Chen Anhao's waist, although he didn't plan to do anything to her, but his body was always more honest.

Chen Anhao was speechless: "......"

Wouldn't you be tired!?

……

By the time the two of them got up again, it was already afternoon, and the direction of the cruise ship was towards the distant horizon, and Chen Anhao didn't know where they would go.

They sat in the big dining room.

In the restaurant on the entire ship, only Zhan Qiancheng and Chen Anhao were eating, and the waiter brought the food up and went down, and only the sound of Chen Anhao eating was heard quietly in the hall.

The food on the boat is good, and I drink abalone porridge directly in the morning. It was said that it was breakfast, but now that the chefs were resting, and Zhan Qiancheng was about to call them up, Chen Anhao stopped him.

She knows the pain of not sleeping well!

"This porridge tastes good, Zhan Qiancheng, don't you drink it?" After Chen Anhao drank all the food in his bowl, he carefully tasted the remaining delicacy in his mouth, and stared at the bowl in Zhan Qiancheng for a long time.

"This bowl is for you too."

Zhan Qiancheng was sitting opposite Chen Anhao, looking down at the mail, he looked up, put his porridge in front of Chen Anhao, and then lowered his head to look at Ji Hua's work report.

Although he doesn't work, Ji Hua still sends him his daily work report by email.

"You take a bite?"

Chen Anhao picked up the spoon and scooped it to him.

He didn't drink a sip, and she felt a little embarrassed that she had eaten his breakfast after so long of hard work.

After all. He's the one who contributes more, well.

Zhan Qiancheng put down the mobile phone in his hand, leaned his head over, and ate the porridge that Chen Anhao fed himself in one bite, the shallow fine lines at the corners of his eyes told him of his joy and satisfaction.

This Nizi has been pleasing herself more and more recently!

"Okay, do you really feel sorry that I'm going to be hungry?" Zhan Qiancheng turned off his phone and put his hand on her shoulder, his smile was like the sunset in the distance now, warm.

"You're thinking too much."

Chen Anhao said very seriously.

After she said that, she withdrew her hand holding the spoon and began to feast, "You don't eat a bite, I'll just eat it all, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Now, he took a bite, and she was very embarrassed!

She's helping her with the leftovers!

Zhan Qiancheng saw her so at ease, with helplessness in her eyes, "So ruthless, it's really in vain that I bothered to give you 1314 again and again." ”

"Poof......

Chen Anhao almost squirted out the porridge in his mouth.

She glared at Zhan Qiancheng shyly, lowered her head, and hid her flushed face.

"What are you blushing for?"

Zhan Qiancheng put his face behind his ear, and every time he said a word, his breath gently exhaled on Chen Anhao's neck.

Chen Anhao felt itchy, and he also felt that his heartbeat was a little fast, and his body heated up uncontrollably.

"I'm not blushing!" She also wanted to quibble.

"The roots of your ears are red." Zhan Qiancheng said as he opened his mouth slightly and bit her earlobe, biting it gently, the tips of his teeth rubbing gently, and the hand around her waist also moved up and down slightly.

"You...... You—you stop me! ”

He thought again?

Chen Anhao's body tensed, and he roared lowly, wanting to dodge, but Zhan Qiancheng pulled her in his arms and hugged her directly, not letting her escape.

Chen Anhao was forced to sit on Zhan Qiancheng's lap with a helpless expression.

Just when Zhan Qiancheng was about to make the next move to Chen Anhao, suddenly, a young man with a camera on his back ran in.

"Mr. Zhan, the photographer is already in place, just waiting for you and your wife."

After that, he looked at Zhan Qiancheng and Chen Anhao in front of him, the expression on his face froze, and he was a little worried in his heart, worried that his inopportune intrusion just now would ruin Zhan Qiancheng's interest.

"Wait!"

Zhan Qiancheng glanced coldly at the young man who disturbed his interest, picked up Chen Anhao, left the table, and returned to the previous room.

When will you be urged by others to do things yourself? Still so rashly invading? See a well-settled leg?

Hum!

As soon as Zhan Qiancheng came back, he called Ji Hua directly.

In the Shiheng Group, Ji Hua saw that it was Zhan Qiancheng's phone, and without saying a word, he immediately connected his phone.

"Sir, is there anything wrong?"

Because it was Zhan Qiancheng who took the initiative to call, Ji Hua was a little strange.

"Replace all the videographers you have arranged!" Zhan Qiancheng's cold voice came from the side of the phone.

"Yes, sir." Ji Hua didn't ask the reason, and hurriedly agreed to Zhan Qiancheng's order.

Hanging up the phone, he pursed his lips speechlessly, with a look of hatred on his face: "I don't know what is going on with this group of photographers, how can they provoke Mr. stupidly?" Obviously, everything that should be explained has already been explained, why are you still so ignorant? ”

"Well, don't you worry about it, I'd better find another group of photographers......"

Ji Hua was looking for a well-known top photographer while thinking about it, and this time, he told him to make no mistakes! Otherwise, if you make Mr. unhappy again, next time, maybe the person you want to change will be yourself.

……

Chen Anhao lay on the bed, touched his full belly, and saw him hang up the phone, feeling a little sorry for the little brother just now.

"Why are you angry all of a sudden?"

Chen Anhao poked Zhan Qiancheng, who was sitting on the side, and his words were puzzled by Zhan Qiancheng's behavior.

"He's seen your bared legs." Zhan Qiancheng had no expression on his face, and the anger in his heart was already three feet high.

"That ......"

Chen Anhao was speechless for a moment.

Every time she makes others suffer, it's because of her, to be honest, Chen Anhao is really a little weak-hearted, if she continues like this, in the future, can she still come out with Zhan Qiancheng to have a good time?

Last time, because he looked at the lead singer of the restaurant bar twice, he almost lost his job, this time, is the job of the photographer lost?

"Is he going to lose his job?"

Chen Anhao couldn't help but ask.

"We just refused to let them take pictures of us, and we didn't let them lose their jobs, so we don't have to worry about them running out of food." While Zhan Qiancheng spoke, he lay down on his side and lay down beside Chen Anhao.

"Hmm."

Chen Anhao nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"I shouldn't be able to shoot today, so let's finish what we didn't do just now."

Zhan Qiancheng said that, he got out of bed, and the next second he turned off the bedside light, the bathrobe on his body had been ruthlessly thrown to the ground by him.

The well-proportioned muscles spread over his tall figure, with an incomparable charm.

With the faint sunlight pouring in from the window, Zhan Qiancheng looked at Chen Anhao on the bed with a confused look in his eyes, and kissed him gently.

"Hmm-"

Chen Anhao's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"We've finished breakfast...... ...... in broad daylight"

Chen Anhao pushed him weakly with all four limbs, and there was a trace of confusion in his voice.

He just fought a night last night, and he was really not tired?

"In my eyes, with you, there is no day or night." Zhan Qiancheng said, and the soft lips fell on her collarbone.

An electric shock!

Chen Anhao's hand hurriedly grabbed the sheet, the bones of the sheet were distinct, and his body was trembling.

Zhan Qiancheng suddenly broke into an impulsive beast in his heart because of Chen An's subtle movements, he suppressed it, controlled it, and didn't let it get out of his control.

Because of his depression, from his feet to his chest, there was a light red.

"Alright."

Zhan Qiancheng whispered her name, his forehead against her forehead, the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose.

At this moment, Zhan Qiancheng's eyes were so soft, like an intoxicating wine, drunk before drinking.

Under her gaze, he slowly spoke: "Okay, you are full, but I haven't eaten my breakfast yet." ”

Although his eyes seemed to be flowing with intoxicating wine, from his provocative words could be heard full of unresistible domineering.