The seven years between me and Zha Gong

In the Hilton Hotel, Chen Ningshuang was wearing a bathrobe and her long hair was wet. She looked at Fang Qiyan who was sleeping on the bed, and slid the phone in her hand. Lan Weiyu made many missed calls to Fang Qiyan, and Chen Ningshuang held the phone tightly. Eyes full of anger, that little bitch Lan Weiyu dared to call Qi Yan? !

Chen Ningshuang snorted, Qi Yan was just playing with him anyway, and Mr. Fang would never allow him to be with Qi Yan, Fang Qiyan's wife, Honglue's boss wife, can only be herself!

Chen Ningshuang's beautiful eyes were full of ambition, she twisted her waist and walked to the bed, looking at Fang Qiyan's sleeping face, he was so good-looking, with deep eyebrows, straight nose, perfect and resolute chin, he closed his eyes , the eyelashes are very long...

Chen Ningshuang's eyes are full of admiration, Fang Qiyan is so outstanding, why should the ordinary Lan Weiyu pester him?The only one worthy of Shang Qiyan is himself.

Chen Ningshuang lay down on the bed, next to Fang Qiyan, deliberately tore off her bathrobe, revealing her snow-white chest, then she raised her phone and took a few photos, Fang Qiyan was still sleeping, Chen Ningshuang put down her phone, looked at his handsome appearance, hooked He pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

In the morning, when Fang Qiyan woke up, he felt a dull pain in his head, and the sun was dazzling. He frowned, sat up, and found himself in a hotel, wearing a bathrobe.

what happened?Didn't I plan to leave the Italian restaurant last night and go home to celebrate Lan Weiyu's birthday?Why are you here?Fang Qiyan was a little puzzled, the bathroom door was opened, and Chen Ningshuang, who was wearing a bathrobe, came out. She had just taken a shower, and her skin was glowing a beautiful lotus root pink. Seeing Fang Qiyan, she smiled, walked to the dressing table, and said to her Looking in the mirror, she put on the purple gemstone earrings and said, "You're awake, Qi Yan."

Fang Qiyan looked at her without saying a word.

Chen Ningshuang stood up, walked to the bed, put her arms around Fang Qiyan's neck, and said coquettishly, "Last night...was really great, Qi Yan."

Did they do something last night?Fang Qiyan didn't remember at all, he pushed Chen Ningshuang's arm away with indifferent eyes.

Chen Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, and said without hesitation: "Qi Yan, these earrings are really beautiful, and the color matches my skin tone."

Fang Qiyan didn't speak, got up, went into the bathroom, changed his shirt and suit, and then walked out. He didn't even look at Chen Ningshuang, and strode out of the room.

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Ningshuang smiled with the corners of her lips curled up. She took out her mobile phone and sent the photo of her and Fang Qiyan lying on the bed to the reporters and media she knew..."

Fang Qiyan didn't drive to Honglue, but went straight to the downtown apartment, opened the door, the living room was flooded with sunlight, Lan Weiyu just woke up, he came out of the room in pajamas, yawning, saw Fang Qiyan, He froze for a moment, then said, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Fang Qiyan sat on the sofa with an unnatural expression.

Lan Weiyu looked at him and said, "Where did you go last night?"

Fang Qiyan felt his head still hurt a little, he rubbed the center of his brows, and said impatiently: "It has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Lan Weiyu was stunned for a moment, then stopped talking, Fang Qiyan seemed to be hiding something... Lan Weiyu turned and went into the kitchen, took out the mousse chocolate egg from the refrigerator

The cake was cut into two pieces and put on the dining table. Fang Qiyan didn't like sweets, so he put it down after two bites. While eating, Lan Weiyu said: "This cake is well made, the ratio of Heiqiao and rum is not enough. Well, if I were to do it, I would definitely pay attention to this aspect."

Lan Weiyu's lips were stained with chocolate, Fang Qiyan raised the corners of his lips, lifted Lan Weiyu's chin, and kissed the chocolate away from his lips. Lan Weiyu was a little nervous, her eyelashes trembling slightly, sweeping Fang Qiyan's cheeks, the numbness The feeling made Fang Qiyan's heart itch, it was Lan Weiyu, only Lan Weiyu, his breath, and his lips could fascinate Fang Qiyan.