Heart-wrenching pet: the CEO's hot wife

The banquet officially started, and Ning Yan didn't show up. First, Xu Zhen came to the stage to express his reflections on the shooting and the touching things that happened during the shooting.

Lan Xin was listening below, but in fact, she didn't know where she had gone.

Her thin white fingers clasped her palms tightly, dripping with sweat, Lan Xin's lips were a little white, and she looked at the clock hanging in the center from time to time.

Twenty or ten minutes into the dinner party, Ning Yan hadn't arrived yet. Now she is like Cinderella who is waiting for the twelve o'clock bell to strike. Every minute and every second will consume her and Ning Yan. last time.

She breathed a sigh of relief, just as she was about to give up.

In the banquet hall, there was a sudden commotion, Lan Xin pursed her lips and turned her head reflexively.

Heart like a knife.

Ning Yan changed into a snow-white suit jacket, and walked in hand in hand with Qiao Qiao. The girl was wearing a pink floor-length dress, and the hem of the skirt was even dotted with a layer of gorgeous crystal diamonds.

Both of them had gentle smiles on their faces, calmly accepting the reporter's shooting under the spotlight. Of the two of them, neither of them was an artist, but at this moment, it was strange that they stole the limelight from all the artists.

Lan Xin hid behind the shadow of the lamp, looking at the two of them, although she didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, she had to say.

Ning Yan and Qiao Qiao are really like princes and princesses in fairy tales, a match made in heaven.

Her eyes were a little sore, and there was a moment of grievance in her heart, but more of it was thinking of all the injuries she had suffered before, and she had a little understanding of Ning Yan.

He loves Qiao Qiao deeply.

The relationship of more than ten years was forcibly inserted by her. A man with a high heart like Ning Yan, if he didn't cut her into pieces, he was already showing mercy to her.

And her grievance is probably because last night, he also said that the man who would put her affairs first in the future, instead of talking, took the hand of the person she hated the most, and gave She slapped loudly.

In the venue, a sharp-eyed reporter saw Lan Xin for the first time, held the microphone in front of her, and asked sharply, "Lan Wei, your husband led others to the banquet, can you tell me how you feel?"

This sentence, in the venue, was like a deep thunder. Everyone's eyes moved over and fell on her face.

She resisted the desire to touch her hot cheeks, and stood in the eyes of everyone who was either mocking or ridiculing, as if her feet were stuck in a swamp, she couldn't struggle, and couldn't face it.

Most importantly, don't let yourself get red eyes.

"Isn't it normal for Mr. Ning to bring someone else along? This beautiful lady today is my heroine."

Wen Yijin walked over suddenly, held Lan Xin's hand in a gentlemanly manner, and stood in front of her, blocking most of the eyes of the audience for her.

The man is the only movie star who can compare with Yu Xinran. As soon as he spoke, he easily changed the topic of the reporter and relieved half of her embarrassment.

Until the reporters dispersed, Wen Yijin still stood straight in front of her, straightened her waist, and didn't look back at her embarrassment.

The grievance in Lan Xin's heart was magnified by the actions of a gentleman like Wen Yijin. Her voice was extremely dry, and she slowly uttered each word, thanking the man: "Thank you."

Thank you for fulfilling my last tenderness before I leave.

Thank you also for allowing me to be decent enough for myself before letting go again.

Wen Yijin didn't answer, because he knew that Lan Xin didn't need his answer at this time, as long as he didn't turn around.

After Lan Xin sorted out her emotions, she walked out from behind Wen Yijin. Then he looked at her sideways, with calm eyes and a natural expression. He was still the noble and gorgeous Cannes actress.

"Lan Wei, in case you figure it out in the future and divorce President Ning, why not marry me when the time comes."

Lan Xin was caught off guard, and glanced sideways at Wen Yijin. There was a bit of teasing in his eyes, and a flirtatious teasing in his voice. Lan Xin pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Stop joking with me."

Wen Yijin was noncommittal and just laughed it off.

Not far away, Ning Yan saw Lan Xin and Wen Yijin standing together, talking and laughing, the hostility in his heart amplified for no reason, and he felt faintly unable to control himself.

He led Qiao Qiao into the present, which was the last chance he gave them.

As long as there is a little bit of sadness in her eyes, or even jealousy, Ning Yan will stand up without hesitation and walk to her side.

But no, she was rescued by another man, accompanied by another man, even if it was a smile, she gave it to that man without hesitation.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

A soft female voice sounded beside her ear: "Brother Yan, I have something to tell you..."

"roll."

He didn't even look at people, lowered his voice, and said a word in a slow tone.

Knowing Ning Yan like this, Su Mili took a few steps back in fright, and thought to himself, why don't we wait until brother Yan is in a better mood?

When the banquet was halfway through, Wen Yijin dragged Lan Xin to toast: "Seeing that you are in a bad mood, let me give you a chance to drink in a fair manner."

With a bright smile on Lan Xin's face, she took a glass of colorful wine from the waiter, and followed Wen Yijin slowly and gracefully.

When Lan Xin was slightly drunk, she somehow walked to Qiao Qiao and Ning Yan's side.

When she wanted to turn around, it was too late.

Da Lala faced the two of them directly, and she even noticed immediately that Ning Yan's face darkened suddenly after seeing her.

The hand she was holding on to the wine glass tightened almost imperceptibly, and the shadow of the lamp cast a little white on the knuckles of her fingers.

The atmosphere among the three was a bit awkward, Gu Huaiyan came here at this time, he directly stuffed the brocade box into Ning Yan's hands, and said impatiently, "No, the pink diamonds you want."

Gu Huaiyan has been busy all the time. When Ning Yan appeared, he happened to not see him. He also didn't see Qiao Qiao sitting next to him at this time, but only saw Lan Xin standing opposite her.

"Ayan, what do you want Pink Diamond for?"

Qiao Qiao's voice was very thin, Gu Huaiyan's eyelids twitched, he tilted his head, and saw the girl blocked by Ning Yan's tall body.

Ning Yan didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to open the brocade box. Lan Xin instinctively felt that Ning Yan, who looked at him so disliked, would definitely not give her the diamond, and she should turn around and leave quickly.

But her feet seemed to have taken root and sprouted on the ground, and her whole body became stiff.

"Didn't you want to make a bracelet with diamonds two days ago? Here you are."

Ning Yan's eyes remained blank, and he casually handed the brocade box to Qiao Qiao's hand.

At this moment, Lan Xin felt ashamed.

Even Gu Huaiyan's face turned ugly, he reached out and grabbed Lan Xin's wrist, trying to pull him away, but Ning Yan's flat almost indifferent voice sounded again: "Huaiyan, let her go. "

"My woman, I see myself well."

The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

Ning Yan stood up from the chair, grabbed Lan Xin's chin with one hand, leaned closer, and sprinkled his thin but hot spray on her face.

The sound is brutal.

"This is Mrs. Ning, not Mrs. Gu."

"Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Qiao blinked her eyes and asked in a low voice. Ning Yan had just woken up from a dream, tugged at her somewhat stuffy neckline, took a step back, and grabbed Lan Xin's wrist. His movements were rough and the grip was tight.

Lan Xin let out a cry of pain, and was dragged upstairs by Ning Yan to the room that Gu Huaiyan had vacated for them.

"Ayan..."

Qiao Qiao yelled again, but Ning Yan ignored it, and quickly disappeared at the stairs with Lan Xin.

His strides were long, and Lan Xin was wearing high heels, so he couldn't keep up. When he went upstairs, he was dragged and slammed on the steps.

Tears fell from her pain.

Ning Yan's heart stabbed, knowing that she was a bad woman, at this moment, seeing the tears in her eyes, he still feels distressed!
It was the first time that Ning Yan discovered that he was such a shameful person!

He suddenly picked him up from the steps, strode upstairs, opened the door and entered the room, and threw him directly on a huge bed.

Before Lan Xin got up, she pressed her between the beds, tore her skirt and panties, unzipped her trousers and rushed in.

The body seemed to be split in half by Ning Yan in an instant, and Lan Xin beat Ning Yan's strong chest, crying in a low voice: "It hurts!"

Ning Yan was angry at her soft heart, she slowed down, lowered her head to kiss Lan Xin's lips, but she avoided her, this action irritated him.

"I hate him, I hate his touch, I wish he could die!"

This sentence was played in Ning Yan's heart three times in a loop, and the violence in his heart was aroused again.

"Let go! Ning Yan, you have to pay attention to the occasion when you are in heat!"

Lan Xin gave a low reprimand, with anger in his eyes.

All Ning Yan's movements stopped, her thin lips hung above the corners of Lan Xin's lips, and her voice was hoarse: "In heat? In your eyes, I am such a person who only cares about heat all the time?"

"No... uh!"

Before she could speak, he stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, suddenly quickened his movements, and said in a dark voice: "Since you think so, my Mrs. Ning, do I still need to stop?"

Lan Xin's body hurt more and more, tears ran down the corners of his eyes into the pillow, and his eyes turned black.

"Lan Wei, aren't you very stubborn and pushy? Why are you only shedding tears now? Do you know what you look like now? Like a clay figurine who fell into a quagmire and couldn't get out."

Ning Yan pulled out suddenly, stroked the wrinkles on her body, Lan Xin curled up instinctively, and pulled the quilt over her body.

Ning Yan's cold voice surpassed the thick heart she had built up during self-protection, piercing her heart like a sharp knife.

"Tsk, do you really think I'm rare to sleep with a woman who smells like mud like you?"

He gracefully put on the well-made trousers, reached out to pick up the handbag that Ning Yan had thrown her on the bed before, unzipped it, and took out a small medicine bottle.

When Lan Xin heard the noise, she resisted the desire to cry, especially not daring to turn her head.