The Romantic CEO

"Huh?" She looked at her with a smile: "help you? Why? "

Although the words said so, but summer evening from each other's eyes inside but read a different message.

Why!

Naturally, it's because --

in summer evening, they simply ask, "what do you want me to do?"

Care for the light smile no language.

After a while, she sipped the warm water and said, "what can you do for me?"

Xia wanwan's eyes calmly and thoughtfully look at each other, thinking about how to answer. She was once suppressed by Mu Xinwei and wanted to find care cooperation when she couldn't lift her head, but she was rejected by miss because she didn't want to become a chess piece between mu Xinwei and Xia wanwan.

At that time, miss and Mu Xinwei didn't have any deep hatred. At most, they just couldn't see each other well. They had no choice but to figure out their own way. As a result, God took care of her and helped her move back to the game successfully. She also completely dragged her mind down. However, the direction of things after that was something she didn't expect. Mu Xinwei would be pregnant and run into care Her car miscarried, and she finally worried about her mother's death.

In fact, these things should be calculated, summer evening is also the initiator, she thought of this layer suddenly shocked out of a cold sweat.

Looking at her silent appearance, she chuckled: "don't believe me?"

"Letter."

Xia wanwan believes that she can do it. She has won by returning to Jiang Yichen after four years in prison.

"Well..." Show your sincerity

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and there was no need to go on talking about it any more. She had already said her own meaning clearly, and she also threw olive branches to the summer evening. If you can't follow, you can see what she means.

Summer evening thought for a long time, but also did not understand, thinking about what way to return to Jiang Yichen's side, the man so love her?

She is no longer as innocent and kind as she used to be. Her heart is full of calculation, and her words are particularly acrimonious. She can hardly find a trace of goodness in her whole body.

In this way, does the man still have to do with her?

What is she worth?

…………

When Jiang Yichen got home, she didn't come back. She didn't eat at night. At this moment, she took a handful of fine dried noodles from the refrigerator and turned it on. When the noodles were ready to be cooked, she simmered an egg, added a handful of green vegetables, and brought them out with a few drops of sesame oil.

When she was halfway through the dining room, she heard the door open.

Jiang Yichen is back.

He seemed to have drunk a little wine, pushed the door and changed his shoes. After that, he leaned on the sofa and raised his hand to cover his forehead. He seemed very tired.

Thinking of standing up, walked closer, as expected, smelled the light wine gas and the smell of tobacco.

Well, drink again.

She stood in front of him, slightly bent over and touched his face, a little hot.

Jiang Yichen opened his eyes to see her and chuckled: "can I have a glass of water?"

He poured a cup of hot water for him and handed it to his hand. The man glanced at the dining room and saw the bowl on the table and asked, "eat alone?"

She said angrily, "yes, if you don't come back to accompany me, I have to eat alone."

He didn't have the energy to tell whether her words were true or not. He just touched her face and said sorry in a low voice.

Thinking that he should have drunk a lot of wine, now look at her eyes are a little confused and lax, she said in a hurry: "you seem a bit drunk, I'll make you some wake-up wine tea."

"No, I'll take a break. You go to dinner."

Miss reached for his lips and said, "wait five minutes."

Jiang Yichen looked at her slender back, and her lips suddenly burst into a little smile.

Many times, he would sit on the sofa when he came back from social activities. Sometimes he could sit all night. The next day, it seemed that nothing had happened. He was full of energy and continued to go to the company.

Now that she's back, as in the beginning, she'll leave a light for him in the hallway and the second floor corridor, and help him make sober tea when he comes back drunk.

So what else can he not satisfy?

Suddenly, his throat was full of fishy sweetness. Jiang Yichen took out a paper towel and coughed a few times. Seeing a little light red on it, he threw the paper towel into the garbage can on one side.

At this time, care has been brought to sober up tea, she also added some honey inside, a little sweet.

At the moment, the sobering tea is still a little hot. I just want to say something on the side of the tea table. As soon as I want to say something, she is held by Jiang Yichen and sits on his lap.

He didn't speak, put his chin on her shoulder and held her quietly.

For a long time he seemed to sigh.

"What do you sigh for?" he asked

Jiang Yichen did not speak, as if the sigh was just an illusion.The softness in his arms is so real, he thought, in fact, it's very good to live like this. He doesn't want anyone. As long as she is alone, she can give what she wants and let her go. The stars in the sky are also picked for her. However, he clearly feels that no matter what he does or how much he does, she will not be happy. Those smiles are just superficial perfunctory.

She was no longer the silly girl he used to laugh at her for a long time.

Did she change?

Yeah!

There is no constant truth in experiencing so many things.

He reached out his hand and touched the man's still hot cheek. He whispered, "sobering tea will be cold if you don't drink it. I put some honey, it's not bitter at all."

"Well, you feed me."

Thinking about it, he picked up the sobering tea on the tea table, sat on Jiang Yichen's leg, took a sip with a spoon, and asked, "is it bitter?"

Jiang Yichen frowned. Before thinking about opening his mouth, he pressed the back of her head and quickly sealed her lips. The tip of his tongue quickly passed through her slightly open mouth. Then he bit her lip, and his voice was low and vague. He threw the question to her: "is it bitter?"

His way of flirting is always self-taught and skillful.

I can't help but blush.

The man just sat there idly, his sleeves loosened and pulled up, showing his smooth little arms. His shirt buttons were untied, and his chest was clear. Because of drinking wine, the skin temperature of his whole body was somewhat high. His eyes were a little confused, with a layer of water light, which made him more profound and beautiful.

Thinking about sitting on his leg, he encircled his waist. She had no choice but to feed him the soup rigidly. When she was half fed, she seemed to think of something and said, "you have stomach trouble. Don't you know how to drink less?"

Yes, but most of the time, there is no way to socialize.

He tightened his hand, looked at her face for a while, and suddenly asked, "I vomited blood at your door at that time. I scared you!"

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