The wife dominates the workplace, and the president takes care of the baby

Chapter 8 For You Back

At the main entrance of the Grand Hyatt, a low-key Bentley is waiting.

The driver opened the car door respectfully. Yan Huaiwen put Yan Qing on the leather seat and sat down beside him. After a while, he opened his mouth.

"Uncle Lin, drive back to Nanyuan."

The man and woman who were hugging each other intimately just now, both of them tacitly chose not to say a word along the way.

At the beginning, Yan Qing sneaked a look at the man's expression, seeing that the resolute outline was especially cold, and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

The car was running smoothly, the temperature of the air conditioner was just right, and the smell of the person next to him was as cool as cedar, which made her feel at ease unconsciously.

Yan Qing relaxed her mind, coupled with the strong aftertaste of being drunk, she fell asleep at some point.

This feeling is very solid and sweet.

When she woke up again, the car was parked in the garage, and the driver had disappeared.

The man beside him was closing his eyes, peaceful and picturesque, with a noble look on his brows.

Yan Qing traced the man's face from the bottom to the top with his eyes, from the sideburns that looked like a knife to the straight bridge of the nose. Although the pair of eyes in his memory that could pretend to be the wind of thousands of valleys and the magnificence of the pines were not opened, but She can also think of the brilliance in it.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, wanting to touch it in the air, but someone grabbed her wrist suddenly.

Yan Huaiwen opened his eyes, looking at her sharply, his eyes were as deep as the night that could devour everything.

In the car where only the two of them were alone, Yan Qing felt a little scared for being late, and squeezed out a few words with a dry throat.

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

"Okay? How am I?" Yan Huaiwen said with some self-mockery. He lowered his eyes and didn't know his emotions, but he didn't let go of his big hand that was holding her wrist.

"Why are you back at this time?" He finally asked the question.

"For you." Yan Qing seemed to sense the man's depression, and replied without hesitation.

Ever since she yelled out her husband, Yan Qing found that she was a lot bolder, in other words, she broke a lot.

The man caught his breath and looked at her probingly.

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, she regretted it. Where did she have the guts to tease Yan Huaiwen? She thought about it and came up with a more convincing reason.

"Mr. Yan, I'm just joking. I was transferred from the Yaocheng branch to the head office to work because of the company's secondment."

Yan Huaiwen snorted coldly and looked at her flushed cheeks.

It may be that the water and soil in the south support people, Yan Qing has become more and more beautiful, just like a peony in full bloom waiting to be picked.

Compared with a few years ago, this face is more charming. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which makes the eyes moist, bright and enchanting.

Yan Huaiwen's mind moved slightly, his tall figure moved, and his posture forcefully enveloped her in his own shadow, that deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears.

"Drinking tonight?"

Yan Qing, who was shocked by the man's exquisite facial features, replied in a daze, "How did Boss Yan know? I drank, but not much, just two glasses of red wine."

Yan Qing stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.

Yan Huaiwen's eyes suddenly darkened, "I'm so drunk after two drinks, I still dare to drink."

He felt the pulse under the wrist held by his fingers, which was bouncing vigorously and cheerfully, "Your heart beats so fast, why are you nervous?"

I'm not nervous, it's because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if I can't help it, I'll throw you down, of course Yan Qing only dared to say this in her heart.

"Why are you nervous? I haven't seen Mr. Yan for many years, and he is still so handsome and extraordinary."

Yan Qing started to enter the praise mode with a smile, but she was speaking the truth.

Yan Huaiwen scoffed when he heard it, and then asked, "Who is that guy in the hotel? Why did he appear in your room?"

"Here. He is a major client of our company. He has business to discuss today. He must have drunk too much and went to the wrong room. I can solve it myself, Mr. Yan."

Yan Qing knew in her heart that telling the truth was the best way, most likely Yan Huaiwen would lend a helping hand and help her, but she was very awkward and didn't want him to hear that such an embarrassing thing had happened to her.

"Xingheng's old fritters have a lot of opportunistic tricks. You can guess it. They want to use you..."

Under the dim light in the car, he looked at the face that was clearly furrowed, but still pretending to be strong, and paused.

"What do you do through me?" Yan Qing, who was listening attentively, was a little puzzled, and wanted to know the following.

Yan Huaiwen leaned over and whispered these three words in her ear with a low voice.

"Beauty plan."

Enjoy the flowers under the moon, and watch the beauties under the lamp.

Yan Huaiwen also had to admit that there was indeed a special charm, especially with such a charming and charming beauty.

He suddenly reached out to touch Yan Qing's waist, Yan Qing stiffened his back and dared not move, "Boss Yan."

He took out a cigarette case from the pocket of the suit jacket he was wearing.

Immersed in the temptation of admiring male sex at close range, she temporarily lost her ability to think.

He pressed down on the car window and was about to light the cigarette in his hand, but Yan Qing only saw those beautiful lips opening and closing, and spit out two words.

"get off."

She obediently opened the car door, but when she was about to go down, she encountered a problem.

Yan Qing turned around dryly and said, "Boss Yan, I didn't bring my shoes out."

That's right, when she bravely fought the evil forces, not only did she not wear shoes, she didn't even wear socks.

"Hypocritical, wait."

Even though he said that, Yan Huaiwen immediately put back the unlit cigarette, stepped on his long legs, got out of the car and walked to her side.

He tightly wrapped Yan Qing in his arms again.

"I can actually do it myself." She said more and more in a low voice. She was called "hypocritical" just now, but she was really greedy for the warmth of this embrace. After several ideological struggles, she decided to give up struggling.

Until sitting on the soft and elastic big bed, Yan Qing was still in a dazed state.

She didn't expect that she would be treated like this, being carried all the way through the door, to be able to enter the master bedroom of the villa and sleep on Yan Huaiwen's bed.

If you can't sleep with Boss Yan, sleeping in his bed is also a success!Yan Qing thought happily.

Before, she had never been to Yan Huaiwen's villa in Nanyuan, but only heard that he had such a house in Nancheng.

The whole room is monotonous and light-colored, with a typical frigid style. The furnishings and decoration are really generous, elegant and luxurious.

She seemed to be in an art museum, where there was no taste of home, looking at these famous paintings and decorations, Yan Qing was secretly stunned, full of money.

A burst of familiar music sounded. It was the ringtone of the mobile phone. It was still the pure music that had been used for many years. Yan Qing also specially searched for this song, and the single has been repeated thousands of times.

Yan Huaiwen looked at the call, frowning slightly, "I'll answer the call first, you can do it yourself."

Then he turned around and walked out of the room. It seemed that he was going to deal with business. Yan Qing watched him leave.

In the study room, Yan Huaiwen glanced at the caller, had already anticipated what was going on, and connected the call.

"mom."

　Don't explain, this is your husband!Shout out!

　　(The author OS who walks in the front line of CP)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)