Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, the scene looks like an oil painting.

Among the flowers, Yan Xia's little body shuttled back and forth, carefully choosing the flowers she wanted.

After cutting a handful, she held it up with a smile on her face.

When she walked to the living room and saw Si Jinghuai standing there, she paused.

Only then did a smile appear on his face again.

"You're back?"

She placed the flowers on the big table aside, with several vases of different shapes on it.

Si Jinghuai narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Why don't you miss me?"

His voice sounded a little tired.

Yan Xia paused, turned around and looked at him with a bright smile.

"I miss you."

"How is Shen Li? Is he feeling well?"

Si Jinghuai pressed the corners of his lips lightly and looked at her with his deep eyes for a while.

He asked this question after seeing that she seemed to really only care about Shen Li.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Neither happy nor unhappy.

"Well, much better."

Yan Xia nodded: "That's good."

She said it sincerely, and after finishing speaking, she turned around and arranged the flowers one by one and inserted them into the vase.

Match the colors well, cut the flower branches of different lengths and insert them into the bottle.

Seeing how calm she was, Si Jinghuai suddenly picked her up and put her on the table.

She could only look at him head-on, and the distance between them was only a few centimeters.
The downstairs was not a bedroom, but there were servants and bodyguards Si Jinghuai looking for to look after him.

Even though Yan Xia was thick-skinned, she was sitting in the living room with Si Jinghuai like this.

A few blushes appeared on Yan Xia's face.

She raised her little hand to push Si Jinghuai: "What are you doing, there are so many people."

Her tone was delicate and soft, with a bit of coquettishness.

"Ha." Si Jinghuai chuckled, his voice low.

"Then look at who of them dares to take another look." Indeed, no one dared to take another look, so Yan Xia glanced around.

I suddenly realized that I and Si Jinghuai were the only two people around.

She pursed her lips lightly and struggled to get down: "It's not good either."

But Si Jinghuai's hand restrained her firmly on the table, it was obviously his body.

But it was like a steel frame, and Yan Xia couldn't push it.

"Did you see what happened on the news?"

Yan Xia paused subconsciously, and then Yang Qi looked at Si Jinghuai with a confused face.

"What news? I stay here every day, as if I am isolated from the world."

"Has something big happened outside recently?"

She asked with a serious look on her face, and when she looked at the person with a pair of wet eyes, there was no doubt in anyone's mind.

But Si Jinghuai raised his eyebrows slightly.

He raised his hand to caress her slender waist.

"Oh?"

"There has been a lot of buzz recently about my getting married. I thought..."

Having said that, he paused.

Yan Xia's breath was suffocated, and her heart tightened for no reason.

Si Jinghuai didn't know if he noticed her expression.

He chuckled: "I thought you had seen the news."

Yan Xia slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The smile was also a bit raw: "Oh, I didn't pay attention."

Si Jinghuai was noncommittal and glanced at her hand holding the skirt with the end of his eyes.

"What are you nervous about?"

Yan Xia quickly shook his head: "I'm not nervous."

Si Jinghuai was noncommittal and raised his hand to tuck Yan Xia's broken hair behind his ears.

Revealing her somewhat red earlobes.

The hoarse voice fell into Yan Xia's ears word by word: "Who told the media to spread this matter?"

"Huh?" (End of chapter)