Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 16 Women’s Intuition

Soft velvet bedspread, cool misty gray tones. After a hasty farewell last time, this was the first time that Jian Yi seriously set foot in this place.

You can see traces of his life: there are a few cigar butts in the ashtray, and his closet is wide open, with shirts and coats of similar colors hanging on the wall.

If she hadn't walked into this room, Jian Yi probably wouldn't have imagined that Master Jin, who thrived in this world of luxury, actually led a monotonous and rigid life.

"How about it, are you satisfied?"

Jin Yanchen was leaning against the door with his arms propped up. His eyes were like a deep ocean, and the warm light from the wall lamp above his head melted into them. In an instant, he was filled with infinite warmth and tenderness everywhere.

She didn't know when the distance was shortened again. Jian Yi rubbed her eyes with her hand and picked up a bottle of nice wine from the corner. It turned out that the alcohol content was a bit high. She was so dizzy that she couldn't see anything clearly.

She simply pulled the person in to take a look, and buried her head in Jin Yanchen's waist.

The texture of the expensive shirt was like silk, warm to the touch, and so slippery that it was hard to hold. Jian Yi thought dizzily that Jin Yanchen gave her the same feeling most of the time.

He was warm and calm, yet distant and indifferent, as if he wanted to prevent anyone from seeing him clearly.

She muttered quietly, "You smell like cigarettes."

Jian Yi leaned in and sniffed hard. Jin Yanchen laughed and pinched the back of her neck and asked her to look up at him, "Why, do you want to smell something else besides the smell of cigarettes?"

"No matter what, just don't let me see it.

it is good. "

"See what?"

Jin Yanchen's hand slid up to her waist. His fingers were cold, and his slender joints had a presence that could not be ignored.

Jian Yi's waist was the most sensitive part, so she huddled in his arms. When she looked up, she saw his triumphant smile, which made her so angry that she had to reach out and punch his chest.

Jin Yanchen lowered his head and bit her ear: "Jealous

What? ”

"Still drinking?"

Jian Yi murmured "hmm", but it was unclear what she was saying. She felt sleepy, but she still stubbornly kept her eyelids open and talked to him.

Jin Yanchen found her like this funny, and his original romantic thoughts had long gone. He reached out to untie the hair band on her hair, letting her long hair fall down. The drunken girl still stared at him blankly.

He was happy to coax her, and he put his arm around her waist and said softly, "I don't like to be indecisive."

Jian Yi looked back at him, her slow head struggling to process these words. When she figured it out, her eyes curved, and she held up his face and kissed him hard.

Jin Yanchen didn't react immediately. She knocked him hard on the lips, but he stroked the corner of his lips and smiled softly.

"Drinking a little makes you braver."

Anticipating that he was going to lean over and kiss her, Jian Yi climbed onto the bed as if on purpose. She kicked off her slippers and, like an eagle catching chickens, she crawled in front and Jin Yanchen followed behind to catch her.

It doesn't matter if you get caught.

She nestled in his arms and smiled slyly, and when she looked up, her sight was completely occupied by him.

Jian Yi was stunned for a moment——

She blinked and gently stroked his face with her fingertips. The alcohol numbed him and he was already unconscious.

"I used to have dreams where we met."

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows. Although these words were a bit puzzling, they sounded incredibly affectionate.

He did not get to the bottom of the matter, but used his usual frivolous attitude, lifting her chin and giving her a long kiss, coaxing her with great patience.

"This is not a dream. I am right beside you."

Jian Yi sometimes interacts with Mo Yucheng when she goes out.

He did not belong to the East Suburbs, but he had a long-term room in the hotel's front hall.

There were all kinds of unfamiliar faces and girls of all types hanging around there. Sometimes when they met, they would smile at each other, knowing each other's background. Mo Yucheng didn't like her very much because he felt that she was not from their world.

People are born with the instinct to reject differences and converge with others. At a dance party by chance, Jian Yi was led into their circle by Jin Yanchen. She was wearing a very plain long dress, but her facial features were lively and beautiful enough.

The women gathered in groups of three or four, talking about flowers and jewelry, but she was not interested in these at all. She followed Jin Yanchen with bright eyes, listening to current affairs and business politics.

He became alert at that moment and quietly pulled Jin Yanchen to tell him not to praise people too highly.

Superficial women also have their advantages. They will never ask for more than what they have.

Jin Yanchen didn't say anything at that time. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Jian Yi. She seemed to be very interested in the editor-in-chief of a financial newspaper. She walked forward with a wine cup in her hand and looked a little excited to talk to him.

That was the first time he saw such a lively look on her face.

He also understood that she was not a

Que, she also has her own stage.

"Let her go."

“It’s rare to see her happy.”

Mo Yucheng shut up. He observed Jin Yanchen's expression, trying to find some clues.

To no avail, he was frustrated. He took a sip of wine and said slowly, "My eldest brother has stepped down. I will be working in the company after the new year."

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows, raised his glass and congratulated him.

Mo Yucheng stared at him with complicated eyes, not knowing whether he understood what he said.

He finally said, "He insisted on marrying an opera singer, which made the old man angry, but I got to pick up the family business. This circle cannot tolerate infatuated people. Yanchen, you have fought for the Jin family for so many years, don't give it up to others."

He knew this truth very well.

Jin Yanchen opened the cigar box and weighed it in his hand and shook it twice.

He still looked as light-hearted as ever, able to pick up and put down things, as if nothing could move him.

Mo Yucheng's words only made him snort and laugh, without much reaction.

The sky was clearing up slightly. On such a sunny noon, Jian Yi suddenly had the idea of ​​treating Jin Yanchen to a meal.

She sent the message three days in advance, and her tone was very polite, asking him when he was free and whether he could do her the honor of getting together.

Jin Yanchen burst out laughing when he saw this, and called her, asking her why she felt so unfamiliar after not seeing her for three days, as if they hadn't spoken for three years.

Jian Yi also laughed over there and said deliberately, "Hasn't Mr. Jin ever heard the saying that a day without seeing you feels like a long time?"

It was a rare invitation and initiative from her, so Jin Yanchen naturally had no reason to refuse. He happened to be doing some work nearby, so he took the car keys and drove to the downstairs of her company.

Jian Yi didn't see him when she came down from the elevator.

Later, a car horn sounded, and Jian Yi saw Jin Yanchen.

His car was parked on the side of the road, and he was leaning back lazily smoking. Occasionally, a girl passing by would ask him for his contact information, and he would just smile, take out a gold-stamped business card from his pocket and hand it over.

Jian Yi felt depressed for a moment. She walked to his side silently and glanced at the gold-stamped business card in the girl's hand.

Seeing through her thoughts, Jin Yanchen sneered, "Give me the company's business card."

He said nonchalantly, "The most I'll get from calling is one interview invitation."

Jin Yanchen has always been extremely thorough and meticulous in his work, and there is probably no situation in this world where he cannot achieve the best of both worlds.

Jian Yi looked up at him and suddenly asked, "You
You are not very interested in me."

"How to say?"

"Women's intuition."

(End of this chapter)