CHAPTER XXII

The big palm that landed on her back suddenly exerted, and the corners of the frosty white skirt spread out over the man's black trousers.

Wen Zhen sat on Yan Chaoyu's lap.

Sit separately.

The position was reversed from the feeling of oppression, and her hand clenched his shoulder.

His eyes were on the spot.

Yan Chaoyu was idle: "I was going to pick you up in person in Zhouzhou." ”

Under the interior light, his eyes were clear and clear, if it weren't-

The hand that had been pressed on her thigh was unshakable.

She probably believed in his noble skin.

It was close at hand, Wen Zhen could even feel the legs of the two under the quilt touching, the weather was getting hotter, she was wearing a pair of short-sleeved shorts pajamas, and he was still wearing long-sleeved pants.

It seems a little childish and cowardly.

Men have short hair, wipe it and blow it, and it's basically done in ten minutes.

The car was slowly driving in towards the gate of Tanting.

The hands holding him were warm and burning, and the lights in the car also showed a hint of warm yellow, Wen Zhen replied with a shallow smile: "The crew, the hotel, eat, sleep." ”

Wen Zhen lowered his eyes, and a strand of black hair scattered around his waist also hung down towards him along the movement.

The answer is unknown, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the door was opened with a bang, Yan Chaoyu was wiping her hair with a towel, her eyes glanced at the bed, the position that belonged to her was neatly cornered, and if it weren't for the black hair on the pillow, it was basically flat and couldn't see anyone.

Aggressive.

Wen Zhen was lying on the other side of the bed, the water in the bathroom was rattling, and she couldn't help but think of what he whispered in the car.

She actually wanted to say that Zhou Zhou was not very happy this time, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that it was over.

The next second before the hand was withdrawn, the man slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were dark blue and gray, with some apprehension, and instinctively reacted to clasp Wen Zhen's hand on the pillow.

"Other than that."

In the second half of the night, a soft and sweet koala was attached to his body, and he slipped into the koala's waist sideways, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

"Did you drink a lot tonight?"

Thinking like this, she raised her hand and touched the black and thick broken hair on the man's forehead, which felt a little hard to the touch, not as soft as a woman, and the hair exuded the woody fragrance of shampoo, which smelled good and had a concentrating effect.

Wen Zhen was already a little unable to define the energy relationship between them.

In fact, it has been arguing for a long time, but there is a bit of a posture of vowing not to give up.

Yan Chaoyu's eyes also seemed to be hiding wine, staring at her alone, and only said after a while: "In the past few days, the group has been dealing with projects with Lan Yu, working overtime, and in your spare time, you have to follow the old man's wishes to go to some places as a guest, what about you?" ”

Adult off-strings.

Wen Zhen twisted his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes, the darkness stopped for three seconds, a large white light rushed into his sight, and the mobile phone screen showed that it was half past seven in the morning.

As soon as he turned over, he noticed that something was wrong on his waist, and with one side of his eye, he bumped into a handsome sleeping face, which impacted his soul in an instant.

He told the story of what the two of them had experienced during their separate time.

When he turned off the lights and went to bed, he glanced at the person next to the pillow again, breathing for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep.

After washing, it's early in the morning.

Ready to pinch off her own mandatory alarm clock software, she has to get up.

The next day, Wen Zhen was woken up by the vibration of his mobile phone.

The already thin layer of material is basically none.

Wen Zhen didn't react a little, and was coerced by this strong sense of oppression.

She asked herself, are there any traces of heartbeat?

Yan Chaoyu listened carefully, and the pair of sword eyebrows that were originally sharp and slightly folded were gently unfolded.

Other than that, how are you doing?

She blinked, slowed down for a few seconds, and remembered that no matter how intimate things were between them, even if they were flustered, it shouldn't be her.

So, she spoke slowly, as if she were counting.

Yan Chaoyu twisted the air conditioner of the bed cabinet and adjusted the temperature.

Other than that, has anything else happened?

Beat the beans.

It's like simply sharing it with her, and then asking her at the end, What about you?

The night was lonely and the car drove into the private garage.

This is probably the first morning after the two of them shared the same bed, waking up and seeing each other.

Long eyebrows pressed against his eyes, jet-black hair drooping, and their eyes met.

Other than that, you, have you missed me.

Until the two of them took the elevator home, the suitcase fell alone at the entrance, and a faint lamp illuminated a circle.

Yan Chaoyu saw her face clearly, the strength of his hands was much looser, and his voice was hoarse with the characteristic of the morning: "Good morning." ”

He lay down again, encircled the person in his arms, and subconsciously stroked her back, not knowing who was comforting them.

"It's time to get up...... Wen Zhen counted the time.

She's quite full today.

The man's chin brushed against her smooth and full forehead, and her lips seemed to be attached for a moment, because of the soft touch.

The body seemed to have betrayed her at this moment, and she was bewitched and unwilling to move again.

As she exchanged her temperature, she noticed something very strange, and looked at him with a twinkle in her eyelids.

Yan Chaoyu said in a very light tone: "Hug for a while." ”

He said for a while, and it was for a while.

Five minutes later, the two got up to wash and change clothes.

Today is Monday, on the top floor of the Yan Group headquarters building.

The man was dressed in a well-cut suit, and his handsome face had a gentle expression, and he was a humble gentleman.

Mr. Chen followed behind him to report on the progress of the project, walked into the office, and handed over the prepared documents in his hand: "Mr. Yan, there is still this document that you need to sign." ”

Yan Chaoyu picked up a fountain pen on the table and signed it twice.

Putting on the cap of the pen, he asked another thing: "Did the equity documents come down over there?" ”

Chen Zhu has followed him for many years, and he knew where to ask with a look, and only replied: "All the documents over there in the east have been approved, and they will be sent back to the headquarters in the afternoon, and they will be brought to you at that time, or——"

I don't know why, the words that popped up in my mind about Jin Xiangdong's night, woman, you have to let her know, you can't let her guess.

So he commanded in a low voice: "Take this directly." ”

He had to give it himself.

The giver of the gift naturally has to let the recipient know the weight.

Chen Zhu: "There is one more thing, the old mansion ordered that I should go over tonight."

Wen Zhen went well today.

Li Minhong selected three people from the dance troupe, and Wen Zhen was the first priority.

But the two did not show their acquaintance in front of others.

One is to avoid suspicion, and the other is because of Li Minhong's personal principle, a student is a student, and everything involves professional aspects, regardless of relationship.

At noon, the representative of the theater invited Li Minhong to have lunch with the three of them.

This lap is also familiar.

During the banquet, Li Minhong looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "This time it's going to be a closed training for seven days, so you have to arrange your itinerary." ”

Several people laughed in response.

After eating, Sihui beside her asked her, "Zhenzhen, have you been to Florence for a period of time before?" If you have time, let's take a stroll together. ”

The girl's name is Sihui, and Wen Zhen is from the same dance troupe, and she is tied for the leader.

The two are the same age, but Wen Zhen is a graduate of skipping a grade, and Sihui is a fresh graduate of Beijing Dance.

Wen Zhen smiled lightly.

Florence, she had been in Florence for a long time, but she didn't expect that this training place would be here.

Six o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Wen Zhen walked out of the building, the mobile phone in his bag rang.

"Done?"

There was an electric current in the phone, as if it was crawling through the screen, tickling into her palm.

Wen Zhen: "Just finished, what about you?" ”

The tone was soft, just like what he asked in the car last night.

There was a small smile on the phone, and then he said, "Ten minutes to go."

A small arc curled up on her lips: "The president also works overtime?" ”

"Ten minutes to go, I'll be to the theater."

The other end of the phone fell silent, Yan Chaoyu drove into the viaduct with the steering wheel, "There is a gift, I have been preparing for a long time, and I want to give it to you today." ”

The orange light of the sunset soaked the clouds, and the warm yellow beams were inextricably linked, and the wind blew her cheeks, and the dryness of the summer seemed to be dissipated in this way.

The whole city is full of traffic, and the bustling sections of the imperial city are always congested, often making people miss the time.

But ten minutes later, Wen Zhen hung up her phone and looked up to see a car slowly driving towards her on the boulevard.

The license plate is arrogant, and the model is also arrogant.

The windows rolled down, outlining the calm and dignified silhouette of the man, forming a contrast.

Wen Zhen walked to the Bugatti, the front door opened from the inside, she glanced over, and saw the man in the driver's seat dressed in clothes.

"Where's the driver?"

She was amazed.

Since we met, I have never seen him take the initiative to drive.

Yan Chaoyu: "It's a holiday tonight, and I just received a call from the old house, and my grandfather asked us to go over for dinner." ”

"The gift for you is in the back row, you can take a look at it first."

Wen Zhen fastened his seat belt, turned around, and saw a large bouquet of Ecuadorian roses in the back row, red roses with red bean paste, the petals were like being rendered by red ink, spread out layer by layer, and then tied by a black ribbon.

The waves of the heart swayed, as if overflowing along the coast.

In the rearview mirror of the car, the man's eyelids were slightly raised, quietly observing the changes in her expression.

"Isn't it cheesy?"

This voice made Wen Zhen quickly remove the emotions in his eyes, and turned around to thank him.

Glancing at his slender white hand holding the steering wheel, she was silent and added, "I like it very much." ”

It's the truth.

Surprises and bouquets, girls can't refuse.

Especially a beautiful and grand bouquet.

It's true to like it, and it's true to feel apprehensive.

When, on the end, they began to cross the line, and the scales on the other side of Eli began to tilt.

The red light was lit up in front of him, the vehicle slowly stopped, and there were cars on every road in Beijing, and in such a traffic flow, it seemed that this one was just an ordinary one.

It is also necessary to obey the order, and it is also necessary to fall into the vast sea of people.

But some people can always jump out of the rules and find their own shortcuts.

Yan Chaoyu chose a secluded old road and drove all the way, arriving at the mouth of the alley of the old house before dinner time.

There is still more than half of the time.

He parked the car, but he didn't mean to get down, and Yan Chaoyu looked at her sideways by the headlights and the street lights lit up outside the window.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over, his breath enveloping the space like a wave, and when the distance was a centimeter, his direction suddenly changed, and he stretched out his long arm to take out a document from the bouquet in the back row and handed it to her.

Donglin equity transfer agreement is a few big words and eye-catching.

Wen Zhen looked at him in a daze: "For me?" ”

Yan Chaoyu didn't retreat, just looked at her closely, and a chuckle overflowed on his lips: "It's a promise." ”

He had already mentioned that he would give it to her, because he knew she wanted it, and because he could afford it.

Moreover, the 500 million shares just happened to be a late return gift, and the red tear star she gave when she first met.

Some thoughts suddenly unraveled, Wen Zhen looked at him, his red lips opened and closed a few times, and finally asked him: "What about you, Yan Chaoyu, what do you want?" ”

It wasn't the first time she had asked.

But this time, she was extremely hesitant about the answer.

I am afraid that he will answer, and I am afraid that he will not answer.

I'm afraid that the answer is what she thinks in her heart, and I'm afraid that the answer will be contrary to her wishes.

Yan Chaoyu was quiet for a long time, and after a moment, his eyes drooped slightly, and the gloom was fleeting, and he raised his hand to cover the back of her fragile and white neck, and his fingertips gently tilted her towards him in this force.

"Zhenzhen, people can sometimes jump out of the rules, treat many things, you only think about avoiding risks, often leave regrets."

Even if you're in the alley, you can't always try to escape, can you, Zhenzhen.

'Sting' -

There was a flashing light outside the window.

The light source flickered, and Yan Chaoyu lowered his head slightly, holding the coveted cherry lips.

Prying open, biting, scraping the walls of her lips.

Wrap.. The soft and violent kiss made her heart bend.

Wen Zhen's hand in front of her slowly tightened his shirt, the suffocation broke all her mind and reason, she was a little dizzy, and her fingertips tugged hard.

The big palm interspersed into her black hair, for a long time, the gap between the two of them gasping slightly, the light reflected the warm flushed face.

She gasped slightly, eagerly inhaling oxygen, her pupils blurred and the tails of her eyes flushed, he deliberately lifted her up with force, and the whole person stepped over the center console and fell softly into his broad arms.

Wen Zhen's fingers tightly grasped his cufflinks, and with a crisp sound, she looked at the pitch black under her, and said helplessly: "The shirt is broken again......

Yan Chaoyu's eyes were dark, and she deliberately shook it, as if she was about to drip water out of her eyes.

He really did this, kissed Wen Zhen's lips, almost bumped, and after tossing and grinding, he felt a drop of hot tears that she couldn't control from his fingers, and then he suppressed his deep voice and said:

"You broke it."

(End of chapter)