The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Entertainment is indispensable in business, especially when Lan Xinhui is asking for help everywhere.

That day, I met a boss who kept trying to persuade her to drink. Although Tan Lao and Mi Li helped stop the drinking, Lan Xinhui was still given a lot of alcohol.In order not to let herself get drunk, Lan Xinhui ran outside the box to rest for a while under the guise of answering the phone.

There is a small balcony outside the private room. Lan Xinhui walked over with her mobile phone and stood in front of the railing to enjoy the air.

It's autumn, the weather is not so hot, and it has only rained in the evening, so there is a cool breeze at this time.Looking up at the sky, I saw that the sky was rendered dark blue by the lights of the city, and the dark blue sky was full of stars, which looked beautiful.

Lan Xinhui looked up and was fascinated unconsciously.

Not long after, someone suddenly broke into Lan Xinhui's small terrace.

When Lan Xinhui heard the sound of footsteps, she looked over, but the man couldn't see his face clearly with the light behind him, only a tall figure stumbling over.Judging from his shaky and staggering figure, the man should be drunk.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be destroyed by the intrusion of a drunk, Lan Xinhui plans to leave.

When she passed by the drunk, the drunk suddenly swayed towards her.Lan Xinhui dodged and was about to go around when the man suddenly lowered his head and came closer: "You, are you Lan Xinhui?"

Although his voice was full of drunkenness, Lan Xinhui could still recognize that his voice was Wang Zichen.

Now that they recognized each other, they couldn't just pass by each other. Lan Xinhui stopped and greeted Wang Zichen: "Yes, Mr. Wang!"

"Why are you here?" Wang Zichen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked drunkenly.

Lan Xinhui replied patiently: "I'm here to socialize with clients, I just came out to make a phone call."

Then, she saw Wang Zichen staggered and was about to fall, so she hurriedly reached out to support him.Unexpectedly, instead of helping him up, she was dragged to the railing by him.

Wang Zichen fell on the railing by himself, Lan Xinhui was also pulled and lost his center of gravity, and fell over.

This pounce happened to fall on Wang Zichen's body, and her lips pressed against the soft skin.

muscle.skin.Dear, it seems that an electric current spreads instantly.

Lan Xinhui felt as if something exploded in her head, she was stunned.The aroma of wine wafted from her lips, arousing her original feeling of drinking, making people even more stupefied, not knowing where she was.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Xinhui opened her eyes, and saw a handsome face close at hand.She felt a strong masculine breath lingering at the end of her nose, and there was a soft rub between her lips... Kiss, kiss?

She froze for a moment, and when she felt him kissing him more deeply, she was startled suddenly and woke up.

In this shock, she realized that her hand was resting on his shoulder at this moment. She hurriedly let go of her hand, and pushed him back again, but because he was holding her waist, she couldn't push him away.

Her hands rest on the railing.Such a posture... Lan Xinhui suddenly remembered the topic of wall, car, etc. in the entertainment gossip that she saw one day.A thought flashed through her mind: Could this be "railing dong"?

At this moment and this scene: the quiet terrace under the beautiful starry sky, the face of the person who is eye to eye and nose to nose with her seems very familiar... This is so similar to a dream she once dreamed!