Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Rejecting the housekeeper's offer to let her sit in a wheelchair, Yan Hui went back to her room bit by bit.

Lying on the big soft bed, Yan Hui stretched comfortably, and the tiredness that had been hidden all this time surged up from her body.

Drowsiness hit, Yan Hui involuntarily closed her eyes and fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

The plane landed on the tarmac surrounded by strong air currents, and Ling Yue got off the plane with concern for Yan Hui.

His wound hadn't fully healed yet, and excessive movements could easily cause the wound to burst, but now he couldn't imagine what would happen to his wound.

Qi Cheng's affairs in Africa have come to an end for the time being. He packed his bags and returned to Dongshi long ago. He is here to pick up Ling Yue today.

"Why did you come back suddenly? Isn't the matter at Yecheng still early?" Qi Cheng wondered, and he looked back again, his eyes rolled around, as if he was looking for a certain figure.

After searching for a long time, there were only Ling Yue and the crew members. Qi Cheng asked, "Where's Yan Hui? Didn't she come back with you?"

"She came back earlier." Ling Yue said calmly, and as soon as he sat down, he told the driver: "Go home now."

Qi Cheng muttered, "Going home in such a hurry must be because I want to see Yan Hui."

He just said, well, why do you have to come back, it turns out that the beauty is not around, and I miss her.

The thief smiled, and Qi Cheng stretched his voice: "I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns——"

Ling Yue didn't bother to talk to him, and let him play a one-man show there.

Qi Cheng talked for a long time, seeing that Ling Yue still ignored him, so he had no choice but to switch the topic back to the normal channel.

The two were talking about work, and they arrived at Ling's house without knowing it.

Qi Cheng looked at the gate of Ling's house, and suddenly became narrow-minded. He said to Ling Yue solemnly: "Have we known each other for many years?"

Ling Yue nodded.

"My work is absolutely impeccable!"

Ling Yue thought for a while, and nodded in embarrassment.

"It's so late now, shouldn't you let me in for a meal?" Qi Cheng finally revealed his purpose.

The car just stopped, Ling Yue gave him a cold look, then turned to the driver and said, "Take him back to his home."

The driver was winking, and locked the door on Qicheng's side, even if Qicheng wanted to get out of the car shamelessly, it was impossible.

In the end, Qi Cheng could only look at Ling Yue's back sadly and accuse him: "Inhuman capitalist!"

Turning around and complaining to the driver: "Why do you always face Ling Yue every time!"

The driver didn't speak, but replied with his mind: "Qi Zhu, it's the president who pays me my salary, not you."

As if welcoming Yan Hui, the housekeeper waited by the door early again. When he saw Ling Yue, his eyes lit up: "Master, you're home."

Having not seen the butler for many days, Ling Yue felt very cordial. He asked a few casual questions, and the topic turned to Yan Hui: "Where is Yan Hui?"

"Young Madam is in her room and hasn't come out all this time." The housekeeper replied, he knew all the movements of Ling's house like the back of his hand.

Ling Yue nodded and went directly to Yan Hui's room.

Yan Hui was sleeping soundly, she didn't know that someone had come in, her jet-black hair was scattered, and some of them ran mischievously onto her face.It looks very cute.

Ling Yue stretched out his finger and poked her face lightly, Yan Hui pouted and turned over.

With Yan Hui like this, Ling Yue suddenly became playful and had a long-lost vicious taste.

Poke the face, pull the hair, pinch the nose, without waking people up, it is a small harassment.

This made Yan Hui in the dream very troublesome, and wanted to wave away this annoying "fly", but Ling Yue had already shifted his position.

When Ling Yue finally had enough of playing, Yan Hui was about to be woken up by him, but Ling Yue didn't intend to wake her up. Instead, he reached out and patted her on the back lightly, as if coaxing a child and then slapped her. Coaxed to sleep.

Lying on the bed like this, Ling Yue felt drowsy unknowingly. He was still dealing with things on the plane, and the high-intensity non-stop work made him very tired.

Long eyelashes drooped, Ling Yue hugged Yan Hui, and unconsciously fell asleep.

On the usually cold face, at this moment it is full of An Ran's gentleness.

Yan Hui had a dream. In the dream, she was running in the jungle, surrounded by cool wind, blowing her hair, bringing a feeling of being about to fly.

But suddenly, she ran to a hot place. The place was just a bit stuffy at first, but the temperature got higher and higher as she walked in.

If he went any further, he would very likely die from the heat... Yan Hui wanted to retreat and wanted to leave this place.

She wanted to leave, but she couldn't, because at some point, those quietly hanging vines suddenly flew up in the air, and flew towards her as if they had a sense of wisdom.

Up and down, left and right, there were densely flying tree vines, Yan Hui had no way to avoid it, she could only let those tree vines tie her up in a circle, densely packed, leaving only her head exposed outside.

Those vines were also hot, Yan Hui felt as if she was in a stove, hot and out of breath.

She wanted to call for help, but her voice was lost, and she couldn't utter a single word. She could only struggle desperately, hoping that she could get rid of the control of the tree vine...

"Yan Hui, Yan Hui, what's wrong with you?" A concerned voice came from beside her ears, and the stuffy feeling like suffocation disappeared from Yan Hui's body.

She opened her heavy eyelids and tried her best to adapt to the light in front of her eyes, only to realize that there was an extra person beside her at some point.

"Ling Yue, you're back?" She was overjoyed, waking up to see the person she liked was by her side, the best thing in life was nothing more than that.

Ling Yue gently brushed away the strands of hair that fell on Yan Hui's face, "Yes, I'm back."

Yan Hui lost most of her drowsiness, sat up straight and realized that there was a quilt covering the two of them.

Ling Yue's voice just after waking up was lazy and low, and it stopped in his ears as if someone accidentally plucked the strings.

"The temperature of the air conditioner is so low, and the quilt is not covered, do you want to catch a cold?" He supported his head with one hand, and slowly combed Yan Hui's long fluffy hair with the other.

"It's not because of you." Yan Hui leaned on Ling Yue's arms, squinting her eyes comfortably.

Sweetness flowed in the air, and neither of them spoke, quietly enjoying the warm time of waking up.

In this warm embrace, Yan Hui suddenly thought of the dream she had just had.

Sultry, entangled...

Is it because Ling Yue has been hugging her that he has this dream?
"Did you hug me to sleep just now?" Yan Hui asked lazily with his eyes half closed.