The President's Sweet Trap

"No, just throw it away!" As he turned around, he opened his mouth to the south.

He was about to go forward. He heard a cry from the woman behind him. He instinctively turned around, saw the figure rushing towards him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold him.

This is the first time Su Ying has been so close to nanqingchen. His smell is really good!

Unlike ordinary men, who either smell of tobacco or smell of sweat, the smell of his body has a clear Mint smell, which makes people inexplicably feel at ease.

She greedily breathed the fragrance on the man, and her men consciously grabbed the clothes on his chest and wanted to stick closer.

If you don't know, you will treat them as a loving couple and can't wait to hold them together at the door of the hotel.

Inadvertently, she looked up and saw nanqingchen looking at her like a smile. Su Ying was flustered and hurried back out, pretending to tidy up her clothes.

"I'm sorry, president. I don't know what happened just now. When my feet are soft... I didn't mean it!"

Nanqingchen didn't say much, but said again, "let's go! I'll take you home! "

This time, Su Ying obediently followed nanqingchen into the car and didn't dare to fix any more moths!

When he got on the car, he threw dust to the South and drove the car in the direction of Gu Yiyi's apartment.

There was nothing to say all the way. When she got downstairs, Su Ying slowly untied her seat belt. She was still wondering what kind of excuse to find for nanqingchen to go upstairs with her.

After listening to the car, Su Ying looked at the man who was uncomfortable leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"President, you look very uncomfortable. If you don't mind, you can go to my house and I'll cook some Jiejiu Soup for you! Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll drive home alone. If something happens, it'll be bad! "

The reason she said sounded very reasonable. Nan Qingchen slightly opened her eyes and looked at her, while Su Ying tried to make the expression on her face look sincere.

After a moment of silence, nanqingchen responded, "OK!"

Su Ying pushed the door open and got out of the car. She trotted a few steps around nanqingchen, opened the door for him, and then helped him out of the car.

Nan Qingchen narrowed his eyes and leaned half against Su Ying. He looked really drunk.

After entering the door, Su Ying put him on the narrow sofa in the living room and went to the kitchen.

No, she came out with a bowl of Jiejiu soup, walked to nanqingchen and gently called out: "president!"

Hearing the sound, Nan Qingchen opened his eyes. He was always full of sharp eyes on weekdays. Because he was drunk, he was infected with a thin layer of cloud. He was even more excited in Su Ying's eyes.

"The hangover soup is ready. Drink some to wake up the bar!"

Nanqingchen took the soup bowl, pinched the spoon with his two fingers, scooped a spoon in the bowl, and blew it on his lips.

His eyes quietly swept Su Ying. She covered up very well. Unfortunately, the calculation light flashed from the bottom of her eyes did not escape his eyes.

When the spoon was placed on his lips for a long time, Su Ying felt her heart was about to jump out, but she had to try her best to hide her inner excitement and could only look at it.

"Do you really want me to drink it?"

Suddenly, a nice magnetic voice sounded in the living room. Su Ying, who was too focused on his actions, didn't respond. She thought it was her auditory hallucination. She opened her mouth and asked, "what are you talking about?"

With a "jingle", Nan Qingchen put the bowl on the low table in front of her. The noise was too loud and shocked Su Ying.

She smiled awkwardly and scratched her forehead, which was her usual small move.

"President, is my craft too poor? I'm really sorry. I live alone and seldom cook!"

Nan Qingchen leaned back on the sofa. The narrow sofa looked more depressed than him.

"Su Ying, what's in this bowl of Jiejiu soup? Do you need me to find someone to check it?"

After listening to what he said, Su Ying's face turned extremely pale for a moment. She still pretended to be calm and pulled at the corners of her mouth: "president, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Nanqingchen's black eyes stared at her without blinking. Su Ying, who looked straight at her, stood up uneasily and wanted to take away the bowl of sobering soup.

"Thank you, Secretary Su, for waking up! Ask Secretary Su to drink the sobering soup himself! "

The voice of nanqingchen was lazy and not severe, but the words he could say were with indisputable orders.

Su Ying's body became more rigid. She naturally knew what was in the sobering soup, because she put it in with her own hands.

Now she is easily seen through by nanqingchen. She is very unwilling, but there is no other way. In order to make nanqingchen believe that she did not put anything in the sobering soup, she slowly raised the soup bowl in front of her.

Su Ying is a little clever, but she is still a little tender to fight with nanqingchen.

She had thought that she would make an appearance of drinking sobering soup according to Nan Qingchen's instructions. Nan Qingchen would believe that there was nothing in the soup and would stop her.

Who knows, nanqingchen's mouth just looks at her with a smile like a smile. With that expression, she knows that only she drinks nanqingchen will believe her.

Su Ying was about to drink, but she closed her eyes.

The soup and fragments also scattered, splashing everywhere.

"Sorry, President, I slipped my hand..."

After seeing enough of the performance, Nan Qingchen stood up with a calm and handsome face. "Su Ying, I think you are Yiyi's most valued friend. Let you go this time and give you two choices. Either you take the initiative to leave or I'll send you away!"

Then he didn't want to look at the disgusting woman any more and walked towards the door.

At the moment of going out, he heard Su Ying's voice behind him: "why can Gu Yiyi be a married man, but I can't? Why? "

Nan Qingchen stopped, turned his head and gently opened his thin lips: "she is my wife. What qualifications do you have to compare with her?" Then he left without looking back.

Until his footsteps disappeared in the corridor, Su Ying rushed out like a sudden reaction, but she still couldn't catch up with nanqingchen.

Looking at the car going away, Su Ying leaned against a telephone pole on the side of the road and sat on the ground slowly.

South leaning dust is really South less, South leaning dust is really South less!

After the final confirmation, Su Ying couldn't help laughing. She should have thought of it long ago.

It was Gu Yiyi who misled her, saying that she had never seen Nan Shao, and that her husband didn't know under his nose.