Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

This clubhouse is like a club, and there are many activities in it.

Meng Fang took her in and said, "You go shopping by yourself first. Mr. Si will come over as soon as he finishes his work."

Yan Xia hummed: "I understand."

After Meng Fang finished speaking, he turned around and left, looking very busy. Yan Xia got bored of waiting and went to the bar to order a glass of wine for himself.

My mind is so tangled right now, maybe I can wake up a little bit.

She ordered a glass of fruit wine and pointed her head to think about how to negotiate terms with Si Jinghuai later, when she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

When he turned around, he saw Leng Zhian wearing a pair of rimmed glasses.

He didn't wear a white suit today. A blue sportswear made him still look shaky.

His slender thighs are hidden in his wide sports pants, but it can still be seen at a glance that he has a good figure.

Yan Xia frowned subconsciously.

"Why are you here?"

She even wondered if Leng Zhi'an had installed a locator or something for herself, otherwise why would she always meet him.

Leng Zhian sat down opposite Yan Xia uninvited, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and waved to the waiter not far away.

"A glass of orange juice."

Yan Xia glanced at him: "Honestly, you didn't put anything on me."

"How come we always meet?"

Leng Zhi'an lazily leaned back on the sofa behind him: "This is a solution."

Yan Xia rolled her eyes at him.

She was often hospitalized some time ago, and Leng Zhi'an often visited her. She was not as resistant to Leng Zhi'an as before.

However, she was never very polite when speaking to Leng Zhi'an.

Leng Zhi'an looked cold outside, but seemed to be too tolerant of Yan Xia.

The juice came up and Leng Zhian took a sip.

The peach blossom eyes hidden behind the lenses of gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Yan Xia from time to time.

"Are you okay?" Yan Xia asked in confusion, seeing that Leng Zhi'an had no intention of leaving.

Leng Zhi'an shrugged: "I originally had it, but it was gone when I saw you."

Yan Xia was too lazy to talk to him. She was hungry, so she raised her hand and asked for another dessert.

She knew that Leng Zhi'an had always been thick-skinned, so she was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and just ate her own food.

Check the time every now and then.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Leng Zhi'an narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Si Jinghuai?"

Hearing this, Yan Xia paused while eating the cake and glanced at him: "What does it have to do with you?"

Leng Zhi'an knew about her divorce from Si Jinghuai. After all, she often ran to Xia's house before.

He listened to it more or less.

Yan Xia reluctantly stuffed the cake into her mouth and stood up to leave. As soon as she stood up, she was held down by Leng Zhi'an opposite.

Yan Xia looked at the hand that was holding her down, frowned and looked up at him: "Is something wrong?"

Leng Zhi'an chuckled and suddenly leaned towards her. He raised his hand and rubbed the corner of Yan Xia's lips with his fingertips.

"You're so careless, you can get it on anything you eat." He raised his hand to show Yan Xia the cake crumbs in his hand, indicating that he was not lying.

Yan Xia was stunned by his sudden intimate move. By the time she realized what she was doing, Leng Zhian had already pulled away.

She frowned.

The capital may sound big, but it is also small.

Especially in their celebrity circle, these are the only people who come and go.

Both Jinghuai and Leng Zhian, the directors of this club, can come, which means that they are famous in the celebrity circle.

People who come and go inevitably know each other. Although Yan Xia is about to divorce Si Jinghuai, they have not yet divorced.

Leng Zhi'an faced her like this in front of so many people, and she turned cold.

Although Yan Xia is not a person who cares much about reputation, now she still carries the reputation of Mrs. Si. If unpleasant words reach Grandpa's ears, the old man will feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Leng, it's better to respect yourself." Yan Xia looked at Leng Zhian seriously.

Leng Zhi'an chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Si Jinghuai will see you?"

When he said this, Leng Zhi'an looked past Yan Xia not far behind Yan Xia, and his smile became deeper and deeper.

Yan Xia gritted her teeth gently: "What I'm afraid of has nothing to do with you."

"But Mr. Leng still..."

"What are you talking about? Are you chatting so happily?"

Before Yan Xia finished speaking, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Xia froze and turned around to see Si Jinghuai's stern profile.

Leng Zhi'an looked at Si Jinghuai and twitched the corners of his lips slightly.

"Of course I'm chatting about some happy things with Miss Yan." Leng Zhi'an's words were unclear, giving people enough room for daydreams.

"It's a topic that only the two of us know about, so I won't go into details with Mr. Si."

Yan Xia: "..."

What does this mean?
She clearly felt Si Jinghuai's hand on her shoulder tighten slightly. Si Jinghuai was very strong and his shoulder hurt from his pinching.

Yan Xia wanted to break away, but Si Jinghuai was too strong.

"Mr. Leng is still busy, isn't he?" Yan Xia didn't want Leng Zhian to continue to irritate Si Jinghuai here, so she signaled that he could leave.

Leng Zhi'an nodded when he heard this: "Then I'm leaving. See you next time."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved to Yan Xia, then looked at Si Jinghuai: ""

After turning around, the corners of his lips that had just been raised were lowered little by little.

He walked away cleanly, but Yan Xia clearly felt that the breath around Si Jinghuai beside him had become colder.

After a moment of silence, Yan Xia coughed slightly and turned to look at Si Jinghuai.

"that……"

Si Jinghuai raised his lips and sneered: "You came at the wrong time for me to come."

He interrupted Yan Xia and looked at her coldly: "Is it because of him that you want to divorce me?"

Yan Xia frowned: "No, it has nothing to do with him."

She was not familiar with Leng Zhi'an, so she coughed lightly: "Let's talk about Su Su first."

Si Jinghuai looked at her coldly.

Turn around and leave.

Yan Xia quickly followed him. After leaving the club, Si Jinghuai went straight to the black car parked at the door.

Yan Xia followed him in two steps and almost missed the car.

At the last moment, the car started.

Yan Xia turned her head to look at Si Jinghuai, and saw that he had a cold face, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.

It was clearly still spring, and Yan Xia was still wearing a coat.

But she felt that it was too cold inside the car.

Fortunately, Si Jinghuai didn't chase her out of the car, and the car finally stopped in the villa garage.

The car stopped, but Si Jinghuai did not get out of the car, and the car fell into an eerie silence.

Yan Xia paused, and just as he raised his hand to open the car door, his wrist was suddenly pressed down by a big hand.

The man's hot body temperature spread through his palm to Yan Xia's hand, which was a bit scalding.

"What is your relationship with Leng Zhi'an?" Si Jinghuai leaned over and surrounded her.

Yan Xia was surrounded in the small carriage, and Yan Xia couldn't even move.

She looked up at Si Jinghuai and blinked her long eyelashes: "I told you just now."

"It doesn't matter."

"Really?" Si Jinghuai sneered, obviously not believing it. (End of chapter)