False Love Becomes True

Yan bochundun was so angry that his teeth itched. What did he regard himself as? As a porter?

Yan Bochun's face began to be restless, and with Yan Zhen's cold eyes, it became more obvious: "Yan Zhen, what qualifications do you have to pretend to be the master here? Uncle Qi and aunt have not chased me, but you have caught up with me first."

Hearing this, Yan Zhen suddenly turned his head and pursed a smile of right and wrong, as if with endless irony: "because my uncle and aunt just asked me to take care of Qi Lin, is that a good reason?"

"You..."

Yan Bo Chunyu chokes and looks at Qi Lin, who continues to be drunk on the bed. He swipes his sleeve and turns around.

Step, step, the sound of shoes on the floor, as if with endless anger.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yan Zhen turns back, stands in front of the bed and stares at Qi Lin for a while, reaches out his hand to help cover his quilt, then turns around and leaves.

The door of the room opened and closed. Qi Lin, who had been lying on the bed and had been so drunk that he was unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no mistiness in the depth. He didn't look like a drunk man at all. The investigation in his eyes flashed by

The villa is very big, but the general structure of all villas is almost the same, so Yan Zhen found the kitchen soon.

At this time, there are already servants in the kitchen. Seeing Yan Zhen's arrival, they are obviously surprised. They immediately ask if there is anything wrong with him.

Yan Zhen toward them with a kind smile: "nothing, I came to help Qi Lin get a cup of sober tea."

Yan Zhen said so, everyone a clear expression, and then said that only Yan Zhen first use.

After thanking him, Yan Zhen came out of the kitchen with a cup of dark sobering tea after about ten minutes.

In the room, Qi Lin was still sleeping on the bed as if he had left. The quilt was well covered, and his body was still full of wine.

Yan Zhen's eyes swept over the quilt which was pressed a corner, and his face showed an expression as expected, but he still brought the aroma of sobering tea to the bedside table, bent down and cried to Qi Lin in a low voice: "wake up, Qi Lin, wake up, get up and drink a cup of sobering tea, save tomorrow's headache."

"Well..." The man spat out a little groan and sat up with Yan Zhen's help.

Yan Zhen took the sobering tea to Qi Lin's mouth and wanted to help him drink it, but the accident happened in such an instant.

Qi Lin's arm shape seems to inadvertently stretch out, a hit on the sobering tea, the whole cup of tea overturned, hot curl of a cup of tea so all buckle in Yan Zhen's body.

Yan Zhen's clothes are of good quality, but they are still inferior to such a cup of freshly boiled tea.

Her chest has been stained by tea, and the color and outline of her underwear can be seen vaguely, revealing the charm.

But looking at Yan Zhen's appearance, as if he had no feeling at all, he calmly stood up from the bed and looked down at the man lying on the bed with a sneer in the corner of his mouth. The disdain in his eyes flashed by: "Qi Dashao, are you happy after I've finished revenge? If you enjoy it, you can get up. "

Silence, the room suddenly fell into silence.

The cool sight hit Qi Lin's body, and the cruel and cold voice suddenly rang out: "before I go to make sobering tea, the four corners of your quilt are flat. When I come back, one corner has been pressed under you. Qi Dashao, it's hard for you not to wake up?"

"You know I'm pretending to be drunk?"

Qi Lin, who had been exposed in this way, sat up from the bed, staring at Yan Zhen with a pair of eyes that couldn't see clearly. The orange sunshine outside the window quietly cut out the outline, a cold look.

"Of course." Yan Zhen silently smile, red lips raised, seemingly casual squint: "the wine gas on your body is too deliberate, only dyed on the clothes, but not on your body. And Yan Zhen suddenly bent down, enlarged face appeared in Qi Lin's eyes, staring at him for a few seconds, leisurely smile: "you still have a biggest failure, do you know where?"

"Where is it?" Qi Lin asked subconsciously.

"In Yan Bochun's body, when you go to the party together, your body is full of wine, but he doesn't have It's not a failure. What is it? "

I have to say that the insight of the little woman in front of me is really great. No wonder at the age of 23, I was ready to take over Yan's father's group and Yan's family.

Qi Lin's beautiful eyes narrowed for a time. He took a piece of paper from the coffee table and wiped the tea that had just been splashed on his face: "you are very powerful, but it's a pity that what I hate is scheming girl."

"Clever girl?" Hearing this word, Yan Zhen seems very surprised. After all, this is the first time in 23 years that someone has said this to her. Yong Dan smiles: "no one in this world has a mind, and people without a mind will not survive in society."

"And..." Yan Zhen's eyes swept a layer of chill, raised the corner of his mouth: casual smile: "and I'm not ready to win your favor, after all, want to marry you don't have to win your favor.""Is it?" Qi Lin suddenly had a feeling of equal, sitting at the bedside, beautiful thin lips pursed out of a smile, slender fingers have not a beat on the knee: "Yan Zhen, you win my favor may not be able to join the Qi family, but if you don't win my favor, you will not marry into the Qi family."

This words, Yan Zhen suddenly smile up, Yan ran like poppy, originally a cold face covered with a layer of enchantment, let Qi Lin have so a second lost.

But just a second, I woke up immediately, and the vigilance and precaution in my eyes increased a layer.

Yan Zhen smiles coldly. She reaches out her hand at random and pulls her long hair behind her.

A pair of Danfeng eyes are narrow and long, high heels on the ground sound, line to Qi Lin in front of. The corner of the mouth is hooking the meaning of bewitching, lowers the head, imprisons Yan Zhen between his chest and the back of the bed.

Near the evening sun is orange, very ambiguous.

Yan Zhen's small face was very delicate. There was a bit of playfulness in her eyes. Her movements were intentionally or unintentionally shrouded: "Qi Dashao, you will marry me."

"Is it?" Qi Lin's handsome face was full of shallow evil, and his thin lips pulled up a radian with sarcasm: "it's the first time I've ever seen a woman as bold and arrogant as Miss Yan."

"If I'm too bold to be able to do what I can, I'll know in half an hour." Yan Zhen's small face is full of provocation, lightly raising eyebrows.

"Provocation?" The big palm with clear bones suddenly pinched Yan Zhen's jaw, and Qi Lin was smiling: "Oh, Yan Zhen, do you know that provocation will only speed up the destruction of Yan's group..."

"I know."

As if no pain, as if did not understand the meaning of Qi Lin words, Yan Zhen smile.

Since childhood, Yan Zhen's skin has been tender. Qi Lin's result is that he has left a deep red mark on his white skin, with ambiguous traces.

Yan Zhen knocks Qi Lin's big palm off his chin, reaches out his hand, and rubs his white fingers against his slightly rough face. Yan Zhen's tone adds three points of teasing and strength: "Qi Dashao, let's see who is better between us next."