Villa Fan Yaxuan

Eight o'clock in the morning

The two of them tossed all night, and if there was no accident at this point in the morning, they should have enjoyed breakfast at their own table, and now these two people will still linger in the gentle township.

Fan Xiaotian nestled sideways in Yan Xin's arms, sinking his head into the inside of his strong and thick chest, afraid that Yan Xin would see her shy expression at this time.

Seeing her like this, Yan Xin glanced at her with low eyebrows, and did not expose her immediately.

Instead, he moved his hand slowly, picked up the small wisp of green silk that was attached to her face along her ear, and kept turning his fingers in circles, playing, the corners of his mouth floated out of a light arc, and his deep eyes were like a sea of stars, full of color.

Long

Yan Xin put down the wisp of green silk and stroked Fan Xiaotian's white and round shoulders instead.

Fan Xiaotian gently put one hand to his lips, touched his thin lips with his fingertips, thought for a few seconds, bit his lower lip, and wanted to raise his head to "confess" to Yan Xin.

I saw Yan Xin push her down and lie down, and jumped up and pressed on Fan Xiaotian.

"Hmm.... Yan Xin. ”

Fan Xiaotian was frightened by his sudden kiss, and his hands kept beating his chest.

seconds

Yan Xin's thin lips withdrew, moved to Fan Xiaotian's ear, and whispered, "Were you not drunk last night?" ”

brush

Fan Xiaotian's ears suddenly turned red from the tips of his ears to the roots of his ears, and his face turned red.

The little face was on one side, not daring to look directly at Yan Xin.

Yan Xin moved her little face to herself with her hand.

Fan Xiaotian struggled for a few seconds, his face moved back, but his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyeballs covered by his eyelids were beating back and forth.

Yan Xin chewed a light smile at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to pinch the bridge of Fan Xiaotian's small and cute nose.

"Ah, you hurt me."

His eyes finally opened.

The four eyes are soft and light opposite.

"I love you, little heaven." Yan Xin is affectionate, and the long-cherished wish of several years has finally been achieved.

"I'm sorry." The corners of Fan Xiaotian's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes became deeper.

"No, Xiao Tian... I.." Yan Xin was so anxious that his mouth was not good, thinking that Fan Xiaotian was rejecting him.

Fan Xiaotian touched his lips with two white and tender hands, stared affectionately for a few seconds, and said, "I'm sorry for making you wait for a few years." ”

Yan Xin was stunned, smiled at Fan Xiaotian gently, and then began to kiss her.

..........

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan..."

Secretary Han shouted several times in a row, but Yan Xin didn't seem to hear it.

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, his eyes are blurred, and his thoughts are obviously not working, as if he is in a whirlpool.

Pat pat pat pat pat

Secretary Han shook her hand back and forth in front of Yan Xin's eyes a few times to no avail, so she had to slap Yan Xin's office desk with the document in her hand to try to get Yan Xin's attention.

"Hmm."

Yan Xin's thoughts took a sharp turn, and he looked up at Secretary Han in front of him in surprise, when was she standing here?

Stunned, he reached out and tugged at his tie left and right.

Ahem, ahem

"Han Mishu, is there something wrong with you?"

"........." Secretary Han.

"Mr. Yan, these are the documents to be signed today, you can take a look at them first."

"Well, let it go."

Secretary Han put down the papers, turned to leave, and walked to the door when he was about to reach out and open the door.

"Secretary Han, you can come and pick it up in half an hour."

Secretary Han was stunned for a moment, turned around, blinked a few times, looked at Yan Xin for a few seconds, wanted to say something, but didn't dare to say anything, so he had to nod, then opened the door and walked out.

Secretary Han stood outside the door for a few seconds, put his hands on his chest, his brows tightened, followed Yan Xin for a few years, the first time he saw him like this, was he sick?

Never mind

Sighing, shaking his head slightly, work went.

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