Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 154 Long-lost Memories

Yan Xijue didn't look angry either, he just waved his hands slightly, walked out with his coat in his arms.

At the entrance of the hotel, Yan Xijue stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, and waited for Ji Cheng to drive over. From the beginning to the end, he turned a blind eye to Mr. Pan's harassment of her.

It's easy to rain in autumn, no, in a blink of an eye, the toes of his leather shoes were already wet with rain.

The man lowered his eyebrows slightly, then continued to stand without moving back.

The phone in his pocket rang, and Ji Cheng's slightly embarrassed voice came: "Boss Yan, the car was scratched at the innermost side, and I might not be able to leave for a while, look..."

There was no change on Yan Xijue's handsome face, nor did he lose his temper, he just said a low "Yeah", "Understood, you can deal with it."

If it was in the past, such things would definitely bother him. After all, in order to strike up a conversation with him, many women would pay a lot of money to ride a car with him, at least he would frown.

Now that two years have passed, it seems that he really ignores everything and is indifferent.

Putting the phone back, he put on his coat with a raised hand, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier, he didn't seem to intend to leave, but instead lit a cigarette in the special area next to him.

On rainy days, the smog is not so noticeable.

But when Su Anqian was brought out by Boss Pan, he still spotted him at a glance.

"Mr. Yan, is this?" Mr. Pan smiled, looking at the man lazily leaning against the corner.

Yan Xijue looked over indifferently, he was looking at Boss Pan, he brushed his hand unintentionally, and said in a calm voice, "Well, there is something wrong with the car."

"Hey!" Boss Pan immediately felt that this was another opportunity, looked at him, counted, and then looked at him again, "If Boss Yan doesn't mind, three people can still fit in my car."

It was useless for Su Anqian to refuse again and again, but now she heard that she wanted to ride with Yan Xijue, she was somewhat reluctant.

They probably thought that Jue Yanxi refused, after all he was so honorable, a vulgar person like Mr. Pan, if it wasn't for occasional business, he wouldn't pay much attention to him.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xijue took advantage of the situation to put out the cigarette, and the corner of his mouth had an inaudible arc: "Then there will be Mr. Laopan."

"Where is it!" Mr. Pan laughed quickly, turned to look at the driver, "Hurry up and drive!"

The people at the same table behind him all got into their cars one after another, and for a while at the entrance of the hotel, only she and Yan Xijue were left.

It was only at this moment that she remembered that she didn't take her coat and was a little cold, but she couldn't go in again, and she seemed to avoid it deliberately.

Looking at the pattering rain faintly, he hugged himself slightly with his arms.

Yan Xijue saw this movement, and his eyes lightly settled on the hand that was holding him.

The same slender arm was held by clean and white fingers. The five fingers were clean, and there was no ring or trace of wearing it.

At least, she's really single.

For a moment, his deep eyes were lightly moved away, his hands were put into his trouser pockets, and his fingertips touched the phone. He was thinking, if I remember correctly, the phone number she exchanged with other bosses is still the one from two years ago.

Mr. Pan's car arrived, Su Anqian squeezed his palms, Yan Xijue had lowered his head slightly, and took two steps to get into the car in the rain.

She paused, and Boss Pan had already arrived, holding an umbrella for her in a gentlemanly manner, "Miss An, be careful where you step!"

She forced a smile, walked down the steps step by step, and then got into the car.

Mr. Pan originally thought that one of them might go to the front, but both of them had gone to the back seat, so he could only go to the co-pilot.

The seats in the back row are actually very spacious, but Su Anqian feels that the air is not so circulated.

She was sitting very close to the window, looking out of the window, and didn't like chatting, so she decided to open the window after a while.

Mr. Pan frowned slightly and turned to look at her, sounding ambiguous concern, "Miss An, it's raining, be careful of catching a cold!"

Su An smiled slightly, "It's okay, the smell of cigarettes in the car is a bit strong, I will feel uncomfortable."

She opened the window anyway.

And Yan Xijue, who was sitting beside her firmly, frowned almost inaudibly when she said that the smell of cigarettes was strong. He had smoked just now, and even, he had consumed too much alcohol and tobacco in the past two days, and the smell was very bad. normal.

She said she didn't like it.

A moment after the window opened, she sneezed.

Boss Pan became even more nervous, and quickly asked her to close the window, and then asked the driver to turn on the air conditioner.

Su Anqian didn't argue anymore, and went all the way to the clubhouse.

She didn't even know what she was here for, why did she become a wine companion somehow?
Boss Pan arranged her by his side, and Yan Xijue was next to him, she didn't like both sides, so she had to endure it.

The serious things they want to talk about are probably discussed at the table, and they come here to chat and play around, and the show follows one after another, and the atmosphere is very lively.

The more such an atmosphere, the more it seems to confuse people's intemperance of tobacco and alcohol. She felt dizzy just by asking this question.

"Miss An has been abroad for so long, is there anything interesting to do?" Boss Pan would occasionally talk to her with a smile, taking care of her.

She just smiled, "Too busy, usually at work."

The man smiled.

In fact, although Boss Pan had an obvious purpose from the beginning, to be honest, he is still a gentleman. I guess this is how rich men in North City approach women recently?Be a little more gentlemanly, behave a little better, spend some money, and you'll get it.

Of course, Su Anqian would not let the matter develop to a later stage, but she was still polite to Boss Pan at the moment.

However, this kind of politeness made President Pan feel a certain kind of approval, and his actions became more and more bold.

When Boss Pan's hand accidentally touched her leg, she frowned and moved aside calmly.

This kind of action was repeated several times, and at the end, another low-pitched and kind man said: "Miss An thinks I shouldn't sit here?"

Su Anqian suddenly recovered, only to remember that Yan Xijue was on the other side of her.

And at this moment, she almost squeezed him out.

She pursed her lips, "...I'm sorry." Then she moved a little towards Boss Pan.

Now Boss Pan laughed even more, he simply touched her leg, and handed her the wine glass with a smile.

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't drink... just one sip!"

Boss Pan smiled and said, "You can drink whatever you want, and I'll drink the rest for you."

What he said was helping to drink, turned out to be that after she finished drinking, she directly took the quilt and drank it right on her lips.

Su Anqian suddenly felt sick, and frowned sideways in Yan Xijue's direction.

When she raised her eyes, she happened to meet the deep and dark eyes of the man. She pinched the wine glass with bony fingertips and sipped the wine, but her eyes fell lightly on her face, and she didn't look back because of her gaze.

She looked away first, but somehow she knew that he drank a whole glass of wine, and the glass was put back on the table with some force.

"Do you really enjoy the vanity of being pursued by men?" A low-pitched, barely audible male voice rang in her ears.

Su Anqian frowned sharply, then turned to stare at him, "What did you say?"

At that time, Yan Xijue was pouring wine, his thin lips were lightly pursed, his facial features drooped slightly, as if he hadn't spoken at all.

He looked over, with the same expression, and even a faint sentence: "Did I speak?"

She was stunned.

"Miss An wants to talk to me, so there's no need to play such nonsense." He continued, with the same casual tone.

Su Anqian tightened her palms, stared at him for two seconds and then turned her head.

When Boss Pan handed her the second glass of wine, she drank it with her head raised, and after a while, she finally left the box to go to the bathroom with the excuse of 'drinking too quickly and feeling uncomfortable'.

The bustle in the box continued, only Mr. Pan looked at the door from time to time, his eyes were full of calculations.

"Mr. Yan?" After a while, Mr. Pan looked at the man next to him and smiled so that the skin crawled. He approached Yan Xijue and said, "Mr. Pan has always heard that Mr. Yan is going to be engaged to his childhood sweetheart. This wedding is about to be held." Right? Shouldn't we take advantage of the remaining time to liberate the man's nature, because there will be no chance in the future!"

Yan Xijue raised his eyebrows inaudibly, "What do you mean?"

President Pan smiled and whispered a few words.

Yan Xijue's hand holding the wine glass paused, and after a long while, he suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, "It seems that Boss Pan is already prepared?"

Mr. Pan really took a small bottle of very unique wine from the driver's phone, "If Mr. Yan doesn't mind, I'll give you a colorless one?"

Yan Xijue was noncommittal, looked at the wine in his hand, and asked lightly: "It seems that President Pan has a goal?"

Mr. Pan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "There are many women like Miss An, who are usually reserved and silent. With a little effort, the mask will come off. It can be said to be a blessing."

When Boss Pan said that word, Yan Xijue focused on adding weight to his fingertips, then leaned back and drank the wine, throwing the glass back casually.

For two years, he emptied everything, including about that woman.

The long-lost memories were a little fuzzy. The man closed his eyes, patted Mr. Pan on the shoulder, and got up gracefully and left the box.

But Mr. Pan could see that he was drinking too much.

After leaving the box, Yan Xijue took out a cigarette in the corridor of the bathroom, handed it to his mouth, paused for no reason, and finally lit the lighter.

When Su Anqian came out of the bathroom, he had already downed half a cigarette, and looked up to see her slightly pale face after vomiting.

She paused, straightened her back, and walked over indifferently.

The man with a cigarette in his mouth protruded from his eye circles, and suddenly said two steps behind her: "Is there something you pictured on the person surnamed Pan?"

Otherwise, with her character, if she really didn't want to come, she could not come and suffer.

Su Anqian turned around, originally wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, there was no need to tell him.

Seeing her turning around and going forward again, Yan Xijue finally kindly reminded her: "If not, you can leave now."

It means that there is no need for her to go back to the box.

Su Anqian didn't know, but Yan Xijue knew what Boss Pan had prepared for her.

Su An smiled slightly, "I appreciate your kindness."

This time I really went back.She has a plan, although she just happened to think that Boss Pan might know about her brother, but she is willing to take a gamble.

(End of this chapter)