Tan Dongan was wearing a long trench coat, and his tall and broad body blocked the entire door.

His hair was a little messy, and his face was as handsome as ever.

It was cold outside, and only the short distance he got out of the car and walked was wrapped in a chilly cold.

The familiar aroma of cold pine comes to your face.

"What are you going to do—"

As soon as Zang Ni spoke, she was strongly embraced by him before she finished her sentence.

His arms were not invaded by the cold air, they were warm, and his chest was broad and secure.

Recalling his indifference to himself at the photo exhibition, Zang Ni pushed his hard chest muscles hard and took the opportunity to get out of his arms.

Tan Dong'an withdrew her empty arms and stroked her disfigured face with her fingertips instead.

His eyebrows tightened, "What's wrong?" ”

She was indifferent, "It's not a big deal if the cat scratches it." ”

As he spoke, he took two steps back, making a gesture to close the door to see off the guests.

Tan Dong'an grabbed Zang Ni's slender wrist and took her over.

Her thin body was like a ginkgo leaf blown away in the autumn wind, fluttering.

He pulled her over with a little bit of effort, not even giving her a chance to resist.

"If your face is scratched, it's not beautiful."

Tan Dong'an's chin rested on top of her head, his voice was hoarse, and his warm big hand quietly held her cold little hand.

Zang Ni tried to break free to no avail, so she simply stopped resisting, like a obedient kitten nesting under his wide mountain.

"It's none of your business whether you're beautiful or not."

The man's solid and powerful arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her gently, eager to integrate her into his body.

"You're my man, of course you're in charge of my business."

Zang Ni seemed to have heard some big joke, and sneered.

"Young master, I'm not your person."

"I made it very clear last time, and from now on, you and I will return to the bridge and return to the road, and we will not disturb each other."

She belongs to no one but herself.

"Didn't you say you could be friends?"

Tan Dong'an's voice was hoarse, and the arm wrapped around her waist increased the force.

Zang Ni said indifferently: "Not now." ”

Friends can't be so ruthless as him, it's he who is ruthless and unrighteous first, don't blame her for being ruthless.

Tan Dong'an hugged her and squeezed indoors, slowly squeezing half a step and half a step, until her whole body entered, and then closed the door with her backhand.

Zang Ni frowned, "Young Master, this is my home." ”

"I know."

The corners of Tan Dong'an's lips hooked slightly, picking up her pointed chin.

"How about I come in and sit down?"

She asked rhetorically, "Why?" ”

In order to officially step into this door, you have to give her a suitable reason.

Tan Dong Ansheng smirked, "I have done you a great favor, and it is reasonable that you should invite me to a cup of tea." ”

Zang Ni wondered if they hadn't seen each other all these days, and they were busy with their own things, so what could he do to help her?

She narrowed her eyes warily, "You're fishing for me?" ”

He helplessly spread his hands and smiled bitterly, "How dare I." ”

Tan Dong'an held Zang Ni in his arms as usual.

She was not short, but she was slender and thin, and the small one was completely enveloped under his broad and straight chest.

Staring at the three scratches for a while, Tan Dongan sighed helplessly.

Then he picked her up, sat down very gently on the soft sofa, and got up to find the medicine box.

"Come here, I'll help you with the medicine." Tan Dong'an took out the alcohol cotton and ointment, and greeted her warmly.

Zang Ni sat indifferent, only succinctly refused, "No need." ”

He could come and go in and out of her house at will, but she could no longer step into his Louvre in the open.

It's not fair.