The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

Anran smiled, without stopping what she was doing, a happy smile on her face.

"It's not that hard to cook noodles. It will be ready soon. Just go to the dining table and wait."

Jiang Huainian hugged her tighter and gently rested his chin on the top of her head, "I just want to hold you like this, it makes me feel so happy."

An Ran put down the chopsticks in her hand, turned around, and put her arms around his waist.

She looked up at him, her eyes were clear and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, revealing a sweet smile.

Jiang Huainian looked at her smiling face, gently lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead.

His lips slowly moved down, to the tip of his nose, and finally his dark eyes fixed on her pink lips.

He closed his eyes gently and kissed her softly.

An Ran closed her eyes and tilted her head back to meet his kiss.

Jiang Huainian curled the corners of his mouth, and the gentle kiss suddenly became passionate.

It was not until An Ran felt her neck a little sore and stepped back that Jiang Huainian stopped, kissed the corner of her mouth, and then slowly let her go.

He looked at her rosy lips and her slight breathing and thought she was particularly beautiful.

"I love you." His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was low and sexy.

The gurgling sound of boiling water lasted for a long time.

An Ran lowered her head, not daring to meet his lustful eyes, and said "hmm" with a slightly blushing cheek.

She gently pushed him away, turned around and whispered, "The noodles are going to get mushy."

She took the noodles out of the pot, placed them carefully in the bowl, and just put down her chopsticks.

Jiang Huaian put his arm around her waist with a smile on his face.

"Stop it~" An Ran said with a slight frown.

Jiang Huainian felt a palpitation at this scolding. He reached out his hand and gently pinched her cheek.

"The noodles are ready, go and eat them." An Ran struggled to break free from his embrace.

Jiang Huainian let her go with a smile, and looked at her slightly angry expression, which he thought was particularly cute.

He picked up the bowl and walked to the dining table, and Anran followed him out of the kitchen.

"Take your time eating. I'm packing." After she said that, she pulled her suitcase back to the bedroom and sorted out her clothes.

Jiang Huainian responded and looked at her leaving back reluctantly.

When An Ran packed her luggage and walked out of the bedroom, Jiang Huainian was sitting at the dining table and had already eaten half a bowl of noodles.

His eyes always followed An Ran's figure, with a faint smile on his face.

An Ran asked, "Is it delicious?"

Jiang Huai Nian nodded and praised, "It's delicious."

An Ran frowned slightly, looking at the limp noodles in the bowl, feeling a sense of guilt rising in her heart.

She knew that noodles like this could never taste good.

"Let me try."

Jiang Huainian picked up the noodles and blew on them, then carefully tucked her long hair behind her ears, and then picked up the noodles and put them into her mouth.

An Ran took a bite and frowned slightly. The texture of the noodles was just as she expected, soft and bland.

She suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Ah! I forgot to add salt!"

An Ran frowned. If he hadn't kissed her until she was dizzy, how could she have forgotten to add salt?

"It's all your fault." She said coquettishly.

"No salt added? I think it tastes good!" Jiang Huaian paused. He was telling the truth and didn't think it tasted bad.

An Ran looked at him in confusion and asked worriedly, "You haven't lost your sense of taste, have you?"

Jiang Huaian opened the chili sauce on the dining table, poured some into the bowl, tried it with chopsticks, shook his head and said, "No, it's spicy."

An Ran looked at him with a mixture of laughter and tears, feeling somewhat guilty, and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry, I don't think I really have any talent for cooking."

Jiang Huainian held her hand, looked up at her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Because God knows that you won't need to cook after marrying me, so he didn't waste this talent on you."

An Ran's face flushed, she turned away with a shy smile, and uttered a voice as small as a mosquito, "Who wants to marry you?"

Jiang Huainian pulled An Ran into his arms, let her sit on his lap, and gently pinched her nose.

He said firmly: "You can't marry anyone except me."

"It's hard to say. Maybe you are not my true love." An Ran said in a low voice.

Jiang Huaian frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

He pinched An Ran's waist, his tone was domineering: "Your true love can only be me."

Anran looked at his determined eyes and felt warm in her heart.

I patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, my true love, it's late, you should go back."

Jiang Huainian hugged her tighter and shook his head coquettishly, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

"I don't want to leave..." he murmured in a low voice.

An Ran gently touched his head and said softly, "You have to get up early to go to work tomorrow."

Jiang Huainian sighed helplessly. He didn't want to be separated from An Ran for even a minute.

How come time passed so quickly? I rolled my eyes, trying to think of an excuse to stay.

Before he could think of an excuse, An Ran had already left his legs, stood up, and pulled him up.

Jiang Huainian stood up and hugged her.

An Ran struggled slightly and said with a smile: "Hurry up~ I'm sleepy, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Huainian reluctantly let her go, looked at her deeply, and walked slowly to the door.

An Ran followed him with her hands behind her back, pursing her lips.

"I'm really leaving~" Jiang Huainian said reluctantly.

"Yeah." An Ran nodded.

She sent Jiang Huainian to the door, her heart beating a little faster.

The moment she turned around to close the door, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Jiang Huainian on the cheek.

With a soft "pop" sound, Anran's cheeks turned red instantly.

"Good night." An Ran said and quickly closed the door.

Jiang Huainian stood there in a daze. He felt the gentle touch on his cheek, as if the warmth of An Ran was still lingering.

He reached out and gently touched the place that had just been kissed, and a silly smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stood at the door, staring at the closed door for a long time before slowly walking downstairs.

Walking downstairs, he stopped at a position where he could see An Ran's house.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the window.

A deep longing welled up in my heart.

As the night deepened, the lights around us gradually dimmed.

Jiang Huaian still stood there, like a sculpture.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light in the window finally went out.

He took a deep breath and turned away.

Jiang Huaian returned to the car and lit a cigarette.

Recalling the intimate interaction with An Ran just now, the gentle touch, the shy beauty, the whispered good night, everything made his heart surge.

He took a deep puff of cigarette to calm his excitement.

The billowing smoke rings seemed to be telling of his longing.

When the cigarette died down, he took a deep breath, started the car and left.