After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Wen Rao looked at Zhan Yan and said seriously, "Since I have chosen you, I believe in you. If you do something sorry for me in the future, let's just get together and part ways."

Wen Rao's calmness made Zhan Yan a little depressed.

He became more determined to stay in her bedroom at night.

After all, he desperately needs to develop a relationship with Wen Rao.

"The air conditioning in my room hasn't been set up yet, and the heating hasn't started yet. Aren't you afraid that I'll catch a cold? Just let me stay."

Zhan Yan sat up, hugged Wen Rao from behind, and rubbed his chin against her shoulder.

The hot breath lingered in his warm breath, and he couldn't help but kiss her cheek.

The next moment, when Wen Rao was about to escape, Zhan Yan turned sideways and suppressed her on the bed.

The vast galaxy fell into her eyes, sinking into her heart.

"Raoruo, when are you going to give it to me?"

He mustered up the courage to ask.

Wen Rao's cheeks turned red and she pretended to be stupid, "What can I give you? Did I ask you to borrow anything?"

Zhan Yan knew that she did it on purpose, so he took her hand and gently pressed it on his chest.

"You took my heart, and I'm not going to ask you for it, so I'll just leave it with you. So, can you repay me in other ways?"

Zhan Yan finished his words and stared at Wen Rao with misty eyes. Even he himself could not have imagined that he would say these words.

Before meeting Wen Rao, he was a staunch non-marriage advocate.

Later, I got married at the request of my mother, also thinking that I would not offend the river, but now I am sinking into it and cannot extricate myself.

Wen Rao also didn't expect that Zhan Yan would say such things, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, but was knocked down by him. Although he did not take any further action, he contentedly hugged Wen Rao and fell asleep. .

Zhan Yan euphemistically called it to check the quality of the new mattress.

He had no intention of moving out the next day and said he would wait until the air conditioner came.

Wen Rao wants to see when the air conditioner arrives!

Or wait a few days to turn on the heating and see what excuses he comes up with?

……

Zhanxin Group.

Zhan's mother arrived with Fang Siru.

Because Fang Siru was warned by Zhan Xin last time, she had not appeared in front of him for a long time.

But after waiting for so long, there was no progress on Zhan's mother's side, and Fang Siru was also a little anxious.

The man who was chasing her before heard that she had recently been in contact with Zhan Xin, and congratulated her on her climb to a high branch in a weird way, but he was obviously waiting to see her laugh.

Because Zhan's mother took her to dinner parties and dances from time to time, it was a semi-open secret that she was Zhan Xin's fiancée.

If there is still no progress on Zhanxin's side, she is likely to become the laughing stock of Qing City's upper class.

So when Fang Siru went out, in order to cater to Zhan Xin's preferences, she deliberately chose a simple and elegant outfit, which was similar to Wen Rao's usual dress.

Her hair was also straightened and dyed black, and she put on nude makeup, making her look like a replica of Wen Rao. He hoped to change Zhan Xin's impression of her.

Zhan's mother took Fang Siru into Zhan Xin's office.

Xiao Zhou and Zhuang Tao were talking to him about something. When they saw them coming, Zhuang Tao and Xiao Zhou exchanged glances, said hello and were about to leave, but were stopped by Zhan's mother.

"Zhuang Tao, Xiao Zhou, don't leave yet. I just want to introduce Siru to you. You will be colleagues from now on."

After Zhan's mother finished speaking, Zhan Yan's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became deep and dark.

Zhuang Tao and Xiao Zhou's expressions paused for a moment. After reacting, Zhuang Tao laughed and said,

"Auntie, our group has always been a carrot and a pit, and there are still vacant positions for salesmen. Isn't this wronging Miss Fang?

Not only running business outside in the wind and sun every day, but also chatting and drinking with customers, Miss Fang is really not pampered at all. "