These conversations cannot reach Zhou Yan's ears, he only looks at Chen Zishan.

Chen Zishan understands in his heart—

Tang Wanwan must be the champion.

An old bird like Chen Zishan speaks very well, and it shows without any trace that Chen Qin must do things beautifully...

Zhou Yan had achieved his goal and got up and prepared to leave.

Mr. Zhao teased: "Young Master Yan is really a noble person, and you will never touch your body wherever you go."

Zhou Yan smiled faintly: "It's good that Mr. Zhao can enjoy his whole life."

Mr. Zhao drank two more drinks and stood up and put them on Zhou Yanhui's shoulders. The faces of the people present changed.

Everyone knows that Young Master Yan doesn’t like people to get close.

Zhou Yan raised his hand back and signaled that he didn't care.

Mr. Zhao pressed his voice and said, "Mr. Yan, you must be moved when you see that little fairy."

Zhou Yan smiled back and said, "Mr. Zhao's vision is naturally good."

He tried Tai Chi and said goodbye.

Mr. Zhao was a little disappointed and held a wine glass and said blankly: "Did Mr. Yan despise my eyes just now?"

Chen Zishan leaned on the back of the chair and suddenly his mind flashed.

——The person named Zhao is not interested in Young Master Yan’s heart, right?

*

Zhou Yan walked out of the box, and Secretary Yin stepped forward and whispered: "Miss Tang called."

Zhou Yan took back the coat and said, "What did you say?"

Secretary Yin couldn't say anything: "She said, "Young Master Yan, if you don't go back, she'll eat instant noodles."

Zhou Yan frowned: "She really said that?"

"It's true." Secretary Yin suppressed his smile.

Zhou Yanhui didn't say anything else and walked out quickly to get into the car.

Secretary Yin and Assistant Lin watched the car leave slowly...

Zhou Yan returned to the apartment and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He found Tang Wanwan in the bedroom.

It is rare that she was not writing her "Red River", but instead stood on the terrace in a long black dress. There was a glass of red wine on the small coffee table next to her, and there was a shallow lip mark on the glass.

"Drink?" Zhou Yan returned to throw her coat on the sofa, unbuttoning her cufflinks while walking.

Until behind her.

Tang Wanwan turned around, pulled him gently, and smelled his nose on the side of his neck.

"It smells like perfume." She said dissatisfied.

Zhou Yan leaned back at the door and said slowly: "There was a social event. Maybe I accidentally missed it."

He stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "Don't worry, Mrs. Xiao Zhou, I'm very picky."

When her face heated up, she patted his hand and wanted to leave.

He reached out to stop her: "You didn't ask me to come back early? Why do you want to leave when I'm back?"

"Aren't you socializing?" Tang Wanwan said softly: "There are so many beautiful girls in the private room that you can see?"

Zhou Yan smiled and pulled her into her arms, "Look at this sour, are you angry?"

She was in his arms, a small one.

He stepped on his feet angrily again.

That little look is very attractive.

But Zhou Yanhui knew that she just wanted him, but she just knew that he liked her.

But since she was a couple, she took the initiative so much, how could he refuse?

After making a fuss like this for a while, I don’t know who started it, and I slowly kissed each other...

She still couldn't let go, and her slender fingers grabbed the material of his shirt, muttering his name like a kitten: "Zhou Yan returns...Zhou Yan returns..."

Zhou Yan returned to her heart and pressed her waist hard. The kiss became intense... But even if he suppressed it, he retained a little tenderness for her.

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