Passionate to know

On Saturday afternoon, the luxury bus drove for several hours and finally stopped at the entrance of a unique resort.

When An Zhi got out of the car, he saw Song Zhiyang standing at the door. He hadn't seen him for two weeks, and he was as eye-catching as ever.

Several executives in the same company rushed up to say hello, but Song Zhiyang stopped him: "Since you are out to play, don't be as rigid as in the company. Everyone plays their own way, let go."

While speaking, the manager of the resort handed over the room cards to everyone: "Many guest rooms in the resort are undergoing furniture replacement this time, so it may be wronged that you two share a room. I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused."

Everyone was very excited to be able to enter this kind of private resort of the upper class. It is not a problem for two people to share a room, but the key is that there is an immediate boss standing here. Who can sleep peacefully in the same room as the president?

The eyelids of the men present were twitching, their faces were calm but they looked at the card number anxiously, and exchanged glances with each other, fearing that they would win such a big prize.

"No. 7?" Song Zhiyang showed his key, "Who is also No. 7?"

"...I'm not, oops that's great...uh, that's a pity."

"Ah, I'm not..."

"I am number 2..."

Those who didn't get No. 7 all signaled, but one remained silent with a slightly blue face.

Song Zhiyang's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Is it Anzhi? Oh, what a coincidence."

An Zhi looked at his proud face full of trickery, and felt the urge to tear that face off.

……

The resort's rooms are astonishingly large, and the bed is even more ridiculously large, even if the two people sleep badly, they are not afraid of disturbing each other.But even so, when the guide waiter left, only An Zhi and Song Zhiyang were left in the huge room, and An Zhi always felt uncomfortable.

"Which side do you like to sleep on?" Song Zhiyang broke the silence.

An Zhi said lightly: "...I can sleep on the floor."

Song Zhiyang's smile disappeared completely. He saw that An Zhi was not joking, and was taking out a spare quilt from the cabinet.He stepped forward a few steps, and slapped his big palm directly on the cabinet door, lying on the side of Anzhi's head.

"What are you afraid of? Huh?"

An Zhi hugged the quilt and leaned against the cabinet door, but lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

Song Zhiyang smiled lowly: "Are you going to be a turtle at this time? If you can tell me what you're afraid of, I'll do whatever you like."

An Zhi didn't answer.

Song Zhiyang moved closer, and the hot air he exhaled sprayed on An Zhi's cheeks, and his voice was a bit damn sexy: "You always understood, right. So, are you afraid that I will hug you? Are you afraid that I will kiss you? Or, I’m afraid I’ll…”

Song Zhiyang was interrupted mercilessly by a knock on the door before he finished speaking.

"President Song, the open-air dinner is ready, and everyone is waiting for you to eat."

An Zhi just woke up like a dream, left the quilt in his hand, quickly slipped out from Song Zhiyang's hands, opened the door abruptly, skipped the waiter outside the door and went straight downstairs.

The waiter was taken aback, but he was still well-trained to restore his usual expression: "...this guest is probably very hungry."

Song Zhiyang watched his leaving back, his eyes sank, and he followed silently.

……

The open-air dinner was very sumptuous, but Anzhi was not in the mood to eat.Even if he purposely sat at the farthest place from Song Zhiyang, he could still feel the indistinct scorching gaze on him.

An Zhi even had the illusion that what Song Zhiyang was chewing slowly at the moment was not the exquisite food on the table, but him.

It's hard for An Zhi to swallow.

After eating a few bites, he left the table early, wandered aimlessly in the resort, and walked to a glass greenhouse unknowingly.

The summer night here is a bit cool, An Zhi squatted down, folded his arms, and looked at a carnation flower in a trance.

"It's going to rain, aren't you going back?" A soft female voice sounded from behind.

An Zhi looked back, he remembered that this person was Fu Huan, the deputy director of the public relations department.Fu Huan is the number one beauty in Yujing, no matter when and where, she always looks like a mature woman.

She gracefully squatted down beside Anzhi, exhaling Ruolan: "I'm not going back at this point, it seems that being in the same room with the big boss is very stressful." She played with her fingers around a lock of her hair: "Oh , I envy you. If you are a girl, then I will envy you. "

An Zhi thought for a while and asked her, "Do you like Song Zhiyang?"

Fu Huan smiled meaningfully: "No woman would not want to get involved in such a superb product."

An Zhi was a little surprised by her frankness: "You dare to say it."

"Think about it, it's not a crime."

An Zhi looked at Fu Huan for a while, bowed his head and thought about it, took out a room card from his pocket, and handed it to Fu Huan.

Fu Huan was startled: "What do you mean?"

"This is the opportunity you want, just this once," An Zhi said calmly, but the words he said were fatally tempting: "Whether you want to put it into practice, the choice is yours."

From Fu Huan's eyes, Anzhi in the night looked very dangerous and charming.

The wind is blowing, and the night rain is about to come.

When Song Zhiyang returned to the room, the lights in the room were off, and he could only vaguely see a figure lying on his side on the bed with a thin quilt reaching his waist.

asleep?He was a little surprised, he slowed down and walked towards the side of the bed, reaching out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, but he was unexpectedly held by a pair of soft hands, and he threw himself on the bed all the way down.

Before he could react, those hands hooked his neck instead, and then a body exuding a charming air was attached to it.

This is not Anzhi!Is it a woman? !

"Get out!" he snapped angrily.

But the owner of those hands turned a deaf ear, and even raised his hands up and down.

Song Zhiyang tore off the restless hand, shook it off without mercy, stood up and pressed the switch on the bedside.

One room is bright.

It took Fu Huan several seconds to adapt to the suddenly brightened vision, and before he could accept the blow of rejection, he was so frightened speechless by Song Zhiyang in front of him.

She thought about the embarrassment or humiliation of being rejected, and she was willing to gamble, but she never thought that the result would be such a complete failure.

She had never seen Song Zhiyang's face so horrifying, like a demon from hell, with a cold signal all over his body, making people shudder and creepy.He didn't do anything, just stood there and watched, and it made her feel like she was drowning.

Song Zhiyang stared at Fu Huan viciously, as if his voice could freeze: "Who let you in?"

Fu Huan seemed to be choked by a ghost, his teeth chattering: "...It's An...Anzhi...Give...Give it to me...Yes...I'm sorry...Yes..."

After saying this, Song Zhiyang's eyes were as fierce as ice skates, and he clenched his hands into fists: "He? Heh, very good!" He turned and walked towards the door, stopped for a while, and stayed there without looking back. One sentence: "Before I do it, disappear by yourself."