Really young master, he came to the pride gate

"Okay, then stay." Song Fanyin yawned lazily after finishing speaking, "Which room do you want to live in?"

Since it is a presidential suite, it is naturally impossible to have only one bedroom. In addition to the two master and second bedrooms, there is also a study room, an audio-visual room, and a gym.

Surprise flashed across Huo Chiyan's eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you want to?"

He thought that Song Fanyin would drive him away in a rage.

Song Fanyin got off the bed, hooked Huo Chiyan's tie lazily, forcing him to get closer.

"What? Don't want to live now?"

The two were very close, with only one finger between their lips.

Huo Chiyan could feel the warm breath emanating from Song Fanyin's lips and teeth, and the crimson lips opened and closed, with a sense of invitation.

His eyes darkened, he pulled out the tie, untied it casually, and said lightly, "Hold on."

Song Fanyin smiled softly, "Do you live in the master bedroom or the second bedroom?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Huo Chi to respond, he continued to lazily say, "Let's live in the master bedroom, it's bigger."

It's just a room, and it's not like he can't afford it, not to mention that he took Huo Chiyan's huge breakup fee.

Huo Chiyan had already taken off his shirt, only wearing a vest, his exposed skin glowed cold white.

"what ever."

Song Fanyin tugged at the corners of his lips.

It's easier to talk now, why didn't you see his attitude when you just broke in?

He picked up his suitcase and dragged it out, "I'm going to sleep, don't call me."

After staying up for so long, I was so sleepy.

Huo Chi didn't respond, but his eyes followed Song Fanyin's leaving back, appearing to be secretive.

Fan Yin's reaction was beyond his expectation.

Song Fanyin didn't know what Huo Chiyan was thinking. After returning to the room, he lay down on the bed again.

It is said to be the second bedroom, but it is actually as big as the master bedroom, except that it lacks an outward terrace.

The soft breeze blowing in from the windows is extra comfortable.

Song Fanyin slowly fell asleep in this comfort.

Sleeping until the afternoon, Meimeng was woken up by a knock on the door without haste.

He lazily opened his eyes, looked at the time on his phone, and found that four hours had passed.

He put on his slippers, walked over and opened the door.

Huo Chiyan stood at the door, his sharp-edged face was exceptionally handsome, his eyes fixed slightly on Song Fanyin's lazy brows, and then retracted.

"Have a meal."

Song Fanyin stretched his waist, and his clothes were turned up, revealing his porcelain white and thin waist.

"What did you order?"

"Scallion pancakes and porridge that you like to eat." After Huo Chiyan finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards Song Fanyin's face.

Song Fanyin woke up instantly, tilted his head back, and looked alert, "What are you doing?"

Huo Chiyan suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pointed at the top of his head, "Hair is up." After a pause, his tone was unclear, "So wary of me?"

When Mingming was together before, Song Fanyin always let him do whatever he wanted.

Song Fanyin chuckled, "It's divorced, it's better to keep a distance, otherwise your Bai Yueguang may be jealous."

Huo Chiyan pursed his lips hard, turned around and returned to the living room without saying a word.

Song Fanyin clicked his tongue.

He's telling the truth, why is this man losing his temper?

He ignored it, simply washed up, and walked into the restaurant.

Meals are already set on the table, fragrant white porridge, fragrant scallion pancakes, and a few side dishes suitable for dinner.

Huo Chiyan was sitting at the dining table with a stack of documents in his hands. When he saw him coming, he put the documents away and put them aside.

Song Fanyin sat down casually and picked up his chopsticks.

His movements are still slack, not very formal, but his eating is very refined, even revealing a sense of elegance.

Huo Chiyan's eyes fixed on him, and there was a slight crease between his brows.

He had never noticed before that Song Fanyin's etiquette was very good, and he was not at all like a person from the countryside.

In other words, is Song Fanyin really a rural person?

Song Fanyin could feel Huo Chiyan's gaze, his lips curved into a half-smile, "Don't eat?"

Keep watching what he does?

Huo Chiyan looked away and picked up the chopsticks as well.

A meal was eaten in silence.

After eating, Song Fanyin put the chopsticks back on the chopstick rest, wiped his mouth slowly, and sat on the sofa in the living room to play with his mobile phone.

Huo Chiyan finished eating one step later than him, and called the waiter to clear the table through the inside line, took a look at Song Fanyin, and sat on another sofa.

The atmosphere was unusually calm.

Song Fanyin played for a while, then suddenly remembered something, propped his chin, and said lazily, "What's going on with you and Jiang Youning?"

Huo Chiyan's hands paused, his expression indifferent, "Now remember to ask?"

Song Fanyin said lazily, "It's just curiosity, it doesn't matter if you don't want to talk about it."

He just had nothing to do, just asking casually.

Huo Chiyan raised his head from the document, slightly parted his thin lips, and said lightly, "It's nothing. She saved me when I was young."

He was ten years old that year, and was kidnapped. The robbers got the money, worried about revenge, and wanted to take him to the mountains to silence him.Unfortunately, it rained heavily that day and encountered a landslide. Just when he thought he was going to die, Jiang Youning pulled him out of the car and called the police.

Song Fanyin clicked his tongue softly, "No wonder you are so nice to Jiang Youning? What happened later? You two love each other, but grandma beats mandarin ducks?"

Huo Chiyan's face darkened a bit, because of the past, his mood seemed unhappy, "Well, almost."

At the beginning, he just repayed his kindness to Jiang Youning, but when they met again, Jiang Youning's family was in decline, and he wanted to marry her, but Grandma Huo kept stopping her, and later she even insisted on marrying him to Song Fanyin .

Until Jiang Youning returned home.

Song Fanyin became interested, and smiled lightly, "Then it looks like I'm the mistress?"

No wonder when Jiang Youning looked at him, there was always resentment in his eyes.

Huo Chiyan lowered his head and continued to read the document, "It doesn't count. At that time, Jiang Youning and I had already broken up."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, Song Fanyin didn't ask any further questions. He threw the phone aside and asked, "Is your laptop here? Lend me to use it."

His things are still in Yueyuan, and he didn't bring them with him when he went abroad this time.

Huo Chiyan went back to the bedroom and handed him the laptop.

After Song Fanyin took it, he turned on the phone.

Huo Chiyan's laptop is just like his own. The desktop is against the background of the cold sea. Except for a few office software, there is nothing else on it, which is extraordinarily clean.

Song Fanyin skillfully downloaded the shopping software and placed an order for a few items.

After finishing it, he didn't return it to Huo Chiyan. Instead, he clicked on a movie and watched it slowly. Occasionally, his eyes would accidentally slip past Huo Chiyan.

I have to say that the man who works hard is very handsome, and Huo Chiyan has a god-like handsome face, which doubles his attractiveness.

If it weren't for this face and model-like figure, he would not have been willing to get married.

But no matter how good-looking her face is, after three years of looking at it, she will get tired of it.It's just a pity that I may not meet someone who fits so well in bed in the future.

Huo Chiyan closed the document irritably, raised his head, and looked at Song Fanyin with his dark eyes, "Does it look good?"

Song Fanyin came back to his senses, changed his posture, and laughed lazily, "It's not bad, better than the cowherd in the nightclub."

Huo Chi said: "..."

Song Fanyin really knew how to get angry with him.