Yan Shuangyi's footsteps under the hem of his skirt moved, and when he saw his tall and cold figure, he slowly retracted it.

She adjusted a few breaths, exhaled slowly, and whispered, "Got it, Mr. Yue." ”

*

It was already past eleven o'clock when the reception ended.

Seeing that the invited actress was surrounded by agents and assistants to the lounge, without waiting for Yue Jialing's instructions, Yan Shuangyi walked to the front desk very interestingly, stretched out his hand, and a room card was quickly stuffed in his palm.

She walked back to Yue Jialing's side, and Mu Ran lowered her eyes: "Mr. Yue, the room is ready." With that, hand over the card.

Yue Jialing took it, but he didn't move in a hurry, just pulled out the room card, pinched it in his hand, and rubbed it back and forth like two playing cards.

"You're fast enough." Because he was drunk, his voice was lazy, "You want to send me away, so that I can go home early to accompany my husband?" ”

Yan Shuangyi didn't speak.

Because of attending the reception, her makeup was thicker than usual, two willow eyebrows highlighted the soft lines of her face, a touch of ice and snow on her eyelids, and her lipstick was not a dazzling red, but she seemed to have inexhaustible tenderness.

Looking down further, it was the snow-white skin hidden under her bandeau dress.

Yue Jialing laughed, and when he got closer, he had a rich fruity and slightly warm breath between Yan Shuangyi's neck and chest.

His eyes jumped, and his smile deepened. Even if the voice is faint, there is an indescribable temptation: "But she is not beautiful enough." ”

"Then I'll contact ......"

The man reached out, grabbed her delicate wrist in the palm of his hand, pulled her arm, and Yan Shuangyi crashed into his arms.

"I want to try you tonight."

"Mr. Yue, I'm already married." She instinctively struggled to avoid his breath.

"I heard...... Being married also has the benefit of being married. He leaned forward, his deep voice in her ear, slitting her eardrums, "Especially when I know that your husband is still waiting for you at home, how interesting is that?" He reached out and grabbed her chin and lifted her face. The delicate eyebrows and eyes were close in front of her, Yue Jialing took a deep breath and blew in her ear, "And you don't look like you have no desires." ”

Ignoring Yan Shuangyi's trembling body, he withdrew indifferently and put down the glass with the remaining liquor. While turning away, he casually sprinkled scattered words: "I'll only give you ten minutes to think about it, whether to go up or not." ”

The end note was deep, and Yan Shuangyi certainly knew what he meant.

Yue Jialing lives on the top floor of the hotel.

When she entered, he was pouring himself a glass with a crystal glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

It's different from the wine just now. This is a spirit, and as soon as it bursts out of the bottle, the two of them suddenly overflow with aldehyde.

Yan Shuangyi stood at the door, with a solemn face.

"Coming?" He raised his eyebrows, and his narrow phoenix eyes added a bit of meaning.

"Hmm." Yan Shuangyi looked at the carpet. The man walked all the way, imprinting a string of footprints on the soft carpet all the way, "Mr. Yue, can we talk first?" ”

"What is there to talk about?" Yue Jialing sneered contemptuously, the wine glass shook slightly, and the amber liquor poured down the wall of the glass onto the man's straight and slender fingers, adding a little wine aroma between his jade-like warm fingers, "Do you still treat yourself as the first time?" ”