The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Golden Gongwan villa area.

At two o'clock in the morning, everything is quiet, except for the cool breeze blowing, only the occasional barking of dogs patrolling past.

A sneaky figure touched the front of a house. The figure was wrapped in a black windbreaker, stepped on high heels, and its slender back and long hair were quite graceful.

She stretched out her hand nervously and pressed the doorbell. After waiting for a long time, a dim yellow light lit up in the gloomy villa, and then the door opened. Han Yichen was sleepy and looked at the woman in front of him with misty eyes.

"Shen Wanqing?" He squinted his eyes, shivered in the cold autumn night, and said in an uncertain tone.

Under the dim street light, the face of the woman in front of her was blurred and couldn't be seen clearly, especially under the movements that she could cover up, that specious face made Han Yichen frown even more.

Seeing that "Shen Wanqing" was silent, he stretched out his hand and landed on the shoulder of the woman in front of him, forcing her to face him.

The silent woman became a little anxious, her head drooped heavily, and her black hair covered most of her cheeks, making it even more difficult for Han Yichen to see clearly. The more she resisted and dodged, the more doubtful Han Yichen felt in his heart.

He growled impatiently: "Shen Wanqing, why are you running around my house in the middle of the night pretending to be a ghost to scare me?"

"No...it's not..." The woman gritted her teeth, holding her throat and faltering in defense.

The deep and artificial voice made Han Yichen's face change slightly, his slightly sleepy eyelids trembled suddenly, "Aren't you Shen Wanqing?!"

The woman in front of her body trembled, and she suddenly raised her head and threw herself into Han Yichen's arms. The face that looked like Shen Wanqing made Han Yichen's whole body stiff, and he couldn't turn his head around.

Shen Wanqing came to her house in the middle of the night, still hugging herself?

Han Yichen's face became ugly, and the eccentricity in his heart became more and more serious. That face was so similar to Shen Wanqing... yes, it was like Shen Wanqing!

His whole body turned cold, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he began to push the woman in his arms.

But the woman let out her breath with great strength, entwined herself like an octopus, and started to kiss his face, Han Yichen was frightened, his face was as ugly as eating shit, and he screamed in fright.

"Who are you! Let me go!"

"You're not Shen Wanqing!"

"Help! Indecent!"

The man hiding in the grass and carrying the camera twitched his mouth, quickly pressed the shutter, took several photos and recorded a video, and then came out of the grass with a sneer, walked to a blind corner, and hugged the man The woman on Han Yichen waved her hand and made a retreat gesture.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal, the woman raised her leg and kicked Han Yichen hard under his crotch.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching howl pierced the silent night, Han Yichen bent over in pain, clutched his crotch and pointed at the fleeing woman with one hand, speechless.

He took two steps and wanted to chase after him, but the pain in his crotch was so severe that his handsome face turned into a liver color, and he could only gasp.

"Damn it! You wait for me, I will adjust the surveillance to catch you tomorrow and let you try the feeling of pain!"

Han Yichen waited for a while before holding the door and going back to the villa. He was sleepy at first, but he had a headache because of drunkenness, but now he was only full of gas.

He collapsed on the sofa in the living room and called Lin Yi overnight, telling everything that happened.

At first Lin Yi didn't take it seriously, he thought it was just a brain fan, but when he heard the chill behind his back, he always felt that something big was going to happen.