Yan missed her too much. As soon as he stopped working today, his mind was full of her.
So he rushed back after get off work. He had to go out later. The company had a team building dinner in the evening. He was the protagonist. He came back to take Jinhuan with him.
"Huan'er."
Jinhuan came up wetly. The heat burned his reason and he acted recklessly here.
Finally, they both took a bath again.
She was wearing a white dress and was led out by Ji Yan's hand.
Sitting in the car, he personally helped her fasten the seat belt while coaxing her softly: "Be gentle in the future, okay, dear, Huan'er, I was wrong."
"Hmph."
"Don't eat there when you come back tonight, okay?"
"Hmph."
It took a long time to coax her. He didn't feel impatient, but some indescribable sweetness.
He drove with one hand and held her hand with the other.
When the car stopped, Jinhuan took a closer look at the car next door. Doesn't this car look familiar?
She had sat there a few hours ago?
But she was not panicked at all, leaning softly in Ji Yan's arms, and was taken in by the man.
Many senior executives at the same table looked as if their eyes were stained with 502 glue, and they could not move away at all.
Ji Yan talked when he should, toasted when he should, and silently picked up food for her the rest of the time...
Jinhuan poked at the food on the plate boredly, without the thought of eating.
So, whoever Ji Yan talked to, she stared at him.
"The company is OK this quarter, Mr. Liu, why are you bleeding from the nose? Hurry, get some paper!" Ji Yan had just said half of his words when Mr. Liu opposite him started bleeding from the nose.
Several people around hurriedly took paper to stuff his nostrils.
Mr. Liu raised his head, afraid that the blood would bleed again. He noticed that her eyes had moved away from him, and he felt relieved, but also filled with endless loss.
Jinhuan did not realize that she had done something wrong. She did not restrain herself at all. She was too bored and began to count some people's eyelashes with her superb eyesight.
Soon, another executive had a nosebleed.
They knew it all.
Ji Yan also noticed it, and he pinched her palm helplessly: "Huan'er, don't stare at them."
While saying this, he took a handful of snacks on the table, pistachios, and peeled them for her one by one.
Jinhuan's attention was attracted by the pistachios, and she finally stopped harming those executives.
In the past, all of those present were elites, eloquent and eloquent, and they were the ones who livened up the atmosphere at the table. Today, everyone was particularly silent. The other tables were better, with cheers and cheers, but they were inexplicably serious.
The only sound that could be heard intermittently was the sound of peeling pistachios.
The uncles next to them also started peeling pistachios at the same time.
They were all for Jinhuan.
Ji Yan was not stingy, and the dishes on each table were good, but no one at his table ate much, but they ordered several plates of pistachios.
This group of senior executives spoke to Jinhuan politely, with a little coaxing, a little flattering, a little flattering, and a little cautious.
Ji Yan couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, some of it was expected, and some of it was not good.
Before leaving at night, this group of men who were uncles still said goodbye to Jinhuan reluctantly, and even plucked up the courage to tell Ji Yan to bring more girls to the company to play, and the uncles would peel pistachios for her.
She was still crunching pistachios in the car, and the uncles peeled a box for her.
Jinhuan pinched one and handed it to Ji Yan to feed him.
"Huan'er, I really want to hide you."
"Then I will be unhappy." Jinhuan smiled. Every man who has been with her thinks so. The deep palace with carved beams and painted pillars and extravagant life can't lock her up, and the mountain villa standing on the top of the mountain with strange gates and gossips can't lock her up, not to mention the 120-square-meter small duplex she lives in now.
Ji Yan lowered his eyes, not looking too happy.
"Huan'er, you had a car accident today, and the man didn't say anything and let you go?" He knew about it, but Jinhuan said cheerfully that it had been resolved, and he was stuck with company matters, so he didn't show up.
"Yes, he had the car towed away for repair, added the contact information, and said he would notify me when it was repaired."
"Well, I'll take a look later."
"Okay."
"Is that man a man?"
"Yes."
"He likes you."
"Yes." As long as she wanted, which man wouldn't like her? So Jinhuan responded with no psychological pressure at all.
Ji Yan gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
He was very fierce that night.
The flower marks bloomed all the way, with a little bit of punishment, over and over again for a long time.
Jinhuan fell asleep, and the way she slept quietly was well-behaved and cute.
Ji Yan leaned against the head of the bed, took out a cigarette, didn't light it, just held it in his hand. He didn't have a smoking habit, but today, he felt a little irritable and wanted to light a cigarette, but he was afraid that she didn't like the smell, so he just held it without lighting it.
After struggling for a long time, various emotions flickered in his eyes.
He took Jinhuan's phone from the bedside on her side.
All he could hear was what she said at night, leaving her contact information. He knew how attractive a woman like Jinhuan was to a normal man, and that she would be addicted. The man left her contact information, and there was 100% of a reason for it.
Men's sixth sense is always very accurate.
After hesitating again and again, he still opened her phone. Jinhuan didn't have the habit of setting a password, and she never played with her phone in front of him, without hiding anything.
But the phone vibrated many times tonight.
Sure enough, there were five messages displayed on the phone.
He clicked it.
The person's avatar was an ink painting.
The name was just the letter Y.
His first message was "Have you arrived home?"
Jinhuan replied with "Arrived"
The second message was: Has your boyfriend come back?"
She replied: Not yet
The third message was: I told you to think about it carefully, I think I may be more suitable for you than your boyfriend
Jinhuan did not reply to this one.
Ji Yan stared at this message, and the anger in his heart rose up little by little.
Five new messages were sent later.
1. What are you doing?
2. Have you eaten?
3. Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you to dinner.
4. Are you asleep?
5. Good night, see you tomorrow.
Ji Yan was so angry that his fingers trembled. What are you meeting? This bitch, she wants to seduce a married woman, so shameless!
He was so angry that his teeth itched.
Finally, he typed these few lines on the screen.
I love my boyfriend very much. Don't look for me anymore. My boyfriend treats me very well and loves me very much. I hope you have a bottom line.
After saying that, he blocked the person without saying anything.
After doing all these things, he still felt a little flustered.
After thinking for a while, he gently pushed Jinhuan. The little girl was now weak and shrank into his arms coquettishly.
He buried himself in her arms and sucked her mouthful after mouthful.
Finally, she woke up with red eyes.
"Ji Yan, no more."
"Huan'er, I deleted the man in your phone."
"Okay."
"Will you be angry?"
"No, no, Ji Yan, be gentle, gentle."