Fall in love with kissing you

Murong Feng raised his eyes and saw Yan Siyuan's face as cold as a big black cloud, but he still couldn't see the look he wanted Yan Siyuan to show.

Murong Feng raised his eyebrows discontentedly, and the corners of his eyes rose slightly. His words were still angry: "Siyuan, think about it. I can't persuade you. I don't want to waste any more energy. Let's go first."

As soon as the voice fell, Murong Feng took back his eyes, straightened up, went straight to the direction of the office door, raised his feet simply, and didn't use the corner of his eye. I just looked at Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan didn't ask him to stay. He just closed his thin lips tightly and listened to the sound of closing the door. He raised his arm, picked up the mobile phone left by Murong Feng, checked it slightly, and put it aside again.

Then Yan Siyuan raised his hand to support his head, looked gloomy, and gently closed his eyes.

After meditating and calming for a long time, Yan Siyuan opened his eyes again, but his eyebrows were dignified, and his irritability was revealed in his deep black eyes.

In an instant, Yan Siyuan finally recovered his normal color, but he still couldn't be calm at the bottom of his heart. He stayed on the mobile phone for a long time and finally chose to put it away.

Until after dinner, Yan Siyuan's irritability had not completely dissipated and shut himself in the study alone.

After taking out the entertainment reporter's mobile phone, Yan Siyuan suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up from his desk and walked slowly to the study door.

Yan Siyuan looked calm. He raised his arm and slightly opened the study door, leaving only a gap, but enough for him to see everything outside clearly.

Yan Siyuan increased his strength and held the mobile phone tighter. He hid himself well in his study, leaned over slightly and looked carefully downstairs.

Zhang Yuan is watching his eyes and applying facial mask, while Ning Yan sits on the sofa and looks at a fashion magazine.

At the most appropriate angle, he could almost see Ning Yan'er's every move.

Yan Siyuan picked up his mobile phone and quickly edited a short message as an entertainment reporter: there is a problem with the photo. I'll meet you in the cafe opposite the department store at 9:30 tomorrow morning.

The slender ten fingers left the mobile phone screen. Yan Siyuan glanced at Ning Yaner from the crack of the door with the corner of his eye. Then he didn't hesitate too much and clicked the "send" button.

Ning Yan'er on the sofa found the vibration of the mobile phone. She just glanced at it subconsciously, but when she saw the name on the screen, her pupil suddenly contracted and her action of turning the magazine suddenly stagnated.

Even if Ning Yan'er was just stunned for a second, Yan Siyuan also had a panoramic view of the subtle changes, and complex feelings continued to emerge in her deep black eyes.

Ning Yan'er turned her eyes and thought for a moment. She didn't put down the magazine in her hand, but still chose to pick up her mobile phone.

Ning Yan Er did not hurry to open the text to see the contents. Instead, he slightly left his head to the left and right sides, and seemed to be observing what was on the alert. Zhang Yuan was closing his eyes and applying a mask. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Then he fixed his eyes on the water cup on the coffee table and pretended to be looking for a cup.

Although Ning Yan'er's eye movements around him were not so obvious, and she naturally covered up the past, what Yan Siyuan saw happened to be the side of Ning Yan'er. Coupled with his experience in looking at people accumulated in the business world, Yan Siyuan easily noticed the difference.

Yan Siyuan's eyebrows were slightly picked up, and he climbed up his handsome face with solemnity and solemnity. The look in his eyes began to change, but it was still hidden very deeply, which people couldn't understand and guess.

Ning Yan'er's action of drinking water was a little hurried. She didn't seem to care how to drink water to be elegant and dignified. After pouring a big mouthful of cold water in a hurry, she hurried back to the sofa, picked up her mobile phone and quickly opened the SMS content to check.

After reading the content of the message, Ning Yan'er looked a meal, and the other hand hanging on her thigh unconsciously knocked on her thigh, wringing between several fingers, as if thinking hard about something.

Why is there a problem with the picture? But looking at the character of the entertainment reporter, it should not be like fooling her. He doesn't have the courage.

To be on the safe side, it's better for her to meet. If she doesn't notice it, it's not worth the loss if it leads to a big disaster.

Obviously, it was a very short sentence, but Ning Yaner stared at the mobile phone screen for several minutes. During this period, she didn't forget to scratch a few times on the mobile phone screen with her fingers to hide the fact that she was reading a short message for a long time.

Yan Siyuan has seen Ning Yaner's action when using her mobile phone. It is slightly different from her pretending to draw the screen just now, but it is enough for him to distinguish that Ning Yaner did it on purpose.

For a long time, Ning Yaner put down her mobile phone and looked at fashion magazines again. She could no longer focus on them. Her thoughts were gradually chaotic, but she still maintained a plain appearance that nothing had happened on the surface.

Yan Siyuan observed for a moment, then took back his eyes and closed the door of the study without trace. He parked his eyes on the mobile phone in his hand, and complex feelings flashed through his eyes.

Yan Siyuan put his mobile phone on his desk and raised his feet to the window. He reached out and pushed the window open. The cool wind at night blew on his face. His thoughts gradually calmed down.

Because of the text message sent by the "entertainment reporter", Ning Yaner didn't sleep well all night. She woke up early the next morning, but stayed in the room until the appropriate morning time.

After taking care of everything, Ning Yaner counted the time and was ready to go out to the coffee shop to keep the appointment.

When he was about to go out, Yan Siyuan was standing at the entrance of the stairs, ready to go downstairs, but the light from the corner of his eye drifted onto Ning Yaner without a trace. Undoubtedly, he recognized Ning Yaner's going to keep the appointment at a glance.

But Ning Yan'er also pasted her mobile phone to her ear with a gentle voice and a sweet smile: "sorry, Xiao Li, I've kept you waiting. Is the shopping plan still in the department store?"

Ning Yan'er lowered her head, lowered her eyelids, reached out and straightened her skirt. After a slight pause, she continued to say, "I'd better meet in the cafe opposite the department store, right? Just right, I haven't eaten dessert there for a long time. I miss it."

Ning Yan'er's soft voice made Yan Siyuan feel less comfortable for the first time, and even some discomfort and inexplicable boredom. After Ning Yan'er closed the door and left, Yan Siyuan's eyebrows frowned hard unconsciously.

After Ning Yan'er left the door, her steps suddenly became very hurried, as if she was running for something she cared about very much.