The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

The taxi drove very slowly, Feng Xuan tried to shake down the glass, trying to disperse the smell of alcohol on his body, he looked cleaner than usual after drinking, his slightly pale complexion reflected the curved eyelashes, A few traces of sophistication.

Tang Yan smiled, took out a cigarette, and threw it over. His voice was low and pleasant, with a hint of smoke: "Junior brother's alcohol capacity is pretty good, have you practiced?"

Feng Xuan caught it, ignited it, and leaned back: "I sang in a bar before, and occasionally drank."

"So that's how it is." Tang Yan smoked slowly, lazily as if he was drunk, and the smoke ring that he spit out just hit Feng Xuan's face.

When they arrived at the community, Feng Xuan obviously had no intention of going up. [

Tang Yan reached out to take off his glasses. He didn't know if it was intentional, but his feet were a little floating, and his body didn't stand still. He leaned forward, and naturally Feng Xuan was standing opposite him.

In an instant, the male musky scent mixed with the smell of alcohol invaded Feng Xuan's internal organs through breathing, and then burned out from the body.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to separate Tang Yan.

Even so, the two of them were still very close, even so close that he could see the reflection of those black and white peach blossom eyes, which were more profound than others.

It was already confusing enough, but Tang Yan pressed his body down again, resting his head on Feng Xuan's shoulder, spraying hot air on the sensitive skin on the back of his ear and neck: "Sorry, what I drank today Too much."

Feng Xuan looked at Tang Yan who was frowning. This man has a perfect face, perfect height, and even a perfect smile. He is sexy, calm, and gentle. He is the dream lover in the eyes of most women.

So he didn't think too much about it. After all, in this world, there is no one out of a thousand people who has a similar sexual orientation.

With a cold expression, he put Tang Yan's hand on his shoulder, dragged him into the elevator, and asked with frosty eyes: "Brother, which floor do you live on?"

"The 11th floor." Tang Yan sniffed the mint fragrance secretly surging in his nose, and thought regretfully, why do elevators exist in this world?When I go back and build a real estate again, all of them will be demolished!

The 11th floor is the best floor in the entire building. Standing in front of the landing, you can almost see the entire Chang'an Avenue, but it is not too high to make people uncomfortable.

The interior decoration is very commercial, a bit like the house layout shown on TV, black and white, clean and tough, not popular at all.

The floors were wooden with expensive carpets that were warm to the feet.

Feng Xuan took off his shoes, helped the person in, and wanted to open his mouth to avoid him.

One person pk a table of people, no matter how good the drinking capacity is, the stomach will still feel uncomfortable, and the head will still swell.

Now Feng Xuan just wants to wash his face and drink a cup of hot water to make himself feel better.

Seeing his thoughts, Tang Yan pulled him back with a deep voice: "It's late today, and you drank so much alcohol again, it's not safe to drive. You can make do with me today, and go directly to the company tomorrow."

Being pulled suddenly by him, Feng Xuan felt a little top-heavy, and his face with a pointed chin turned pale.

He knew that this was the strength of the wine.

He stretched out his hand to press his own head, hesitated for a while, and then agreed: "Okay." [

"I'm going to make a pot of hangover tea." Tang Yan curled his thin lips faintly, turned and went into the kitchen.

Feng Xuan sat on the sofa and loosened the tight tie around his throat. After a busy day, he felt tired at this moment.

The sofa is so soft that the whole person can sink into it, a bit like Ah Guai's back.

Feng Xuan rubbed his face, and slowly closed his eyes...

This was what Tang Yan saw when he came out of the kitchen with a teacup in hand.

The other party seemed to be in a deep sleep, the suit jacket was put aside, the white shirt and silver trousers made him particularly sexy, the vague abstinence was actually a naked temptation.

Tang Yan put down the teacup in his hand, walked over with a smile...