marital love

Song Yicen went to the bathroom and came out, but he didn't see anyone after searching around, so he asked the familiar bartender next to him, "Where's the person?"

The bartender smiled ambiguously, raised his hand and pointed upwards, "Upstairs."

Song Yicen was slightly surprised, but immediately understood, ordered two glasses of wine, and chatted with him.
.
The light at the corner of the corridor was a little dim, Wen Yao was so drunk that she couldn't stand still, and was supported by someone, she raised her head to look at the man beside her, and asked with a stutter: "You, what's your name?"

The man's suit and leather shoes are incompatible with this, his face is so eye-catching, he is handsome and refined, his neckline is tightly buttoned, and his whole body exudes a restrained and sexy atmosphere.

He moved his Adam's apple lightly, and uttered a single sound: "Yan."

Wen Yao rolled her throat, her mouth was dry, her eyes were slightly smiling, her pale and slender fingers boldly touched the man's chin, her crimson nails imprinted on it, and her lips and teeth overflowed with a mellow aroma of wine.

"Coincidentally, my brother-in-law's surname is also Yan."

She smiled seductively, shaking his chin, and leaned over in a womanly manner, biting his Adam's apple provocatively, leaving the bright lipstick marks on it arrogantly.

Then she raised her eyes proudly, and looked at his face seriously.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere..."

She half-closed her eyes in a drunken haze, raised her hand to touch the man's face, brushed his cold eyebrows, high nasal bone, and thin lips...and tiptoed involuntarily.

They didn't meet each other, and were brushed away by the man.

The man lowered his eyes and looked straight at her.

"Have you said that to every man you seduce?"

There was an inexplicable smell on his body, Wen Yao was a little addicted to smelling it, her whole body became weak, and her body also became hot.

She said with a smile in her voice, "How is it possible, it's obviously only you."

Indifferent two words: "Really."

"Of course."

She touched his chest with her fingertips, leaned against his ear, and seemed to say something.

The sound is very small, but enough for a man to hear clearly.

He was probably a little interested, his brows raised slightly, but his eyes were particularly dark, "Oh?"

"You do not trust me?"

"Try to know."

Wen Yao licked her lips, pulled up his tie and wrapped it around her fingertips, her beautiful fox eyes slightly raised: "Then give it a try?"

The man's indifferent gaze fell on her, and he remained silent.

The expression is meaningful.

His hand was on her waist with such great strength that Wen Yao felt raw pain.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and tiptoed to kiss him again.

As if aware of it, the man sideways nodded and avoided, his low voice fell coolly, still refusing: "I don't kiss."

His hands clasped her neck from behind, and he pressed her hard, widening the distance between them.

The movements were strong and arrogant, leaving no room for her to move or struggle.

She didn't have the gentle appearance she had when she first saw her. Instead, she looked like a wild beast out of the cage, full of danger.

Wen Yao giggled, "I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be so conservative, and to be so particular when he comes out to play?"

"dirty."

She felt the strength conveyed by the hand on the back of her neck, which made her almost unable to stand upright.

"Mr. Dirty Yan also followed, it seems that his concentration is not very good..."

The man was provoked, and his strength gradually increased. Wen Yao thought for a moment that he wanted to strangle her to death.

Reason told her that it was fine at this point, this man was a ruthless character, and she couldn't afford to provoke him.

But this is the result of her planning, and she has no other choice.

……

The night was as cold as water, and the room was dark.

The black curtains were pulled open, and the colorful neon lights rushed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflected on the floor, and reflected on the messy big bed. The messy bedding was slightly raised, covering up the drunken A person who fell into a deep sleep.

A tall and tall man stood in front of the window, holding a scarlet cigarette between his fingertips, burning wisps of white mist in the interlaced light and shadow, and drifting wantonly in the air.

His upper body was bare, his chest and abdomen were strong and powerful, a few scratches and fingerprints were faintly visible on the shoulders and back, his legs wrapped in suit pants were straight and slender, with well-proportioned and tight muscles.

After a while, the man put out his cigarette, and he turned his body slightly, his eyes without warmth fell on the bed. The angle of the backlight made the man's eyes dim, and he could only look at them for two seconds.

He retracted his gaze without emotion, picked up the scattered clothes at the end of the bed, and dressed himself slowly. After a while, the man walked away with steady steps.

He never looked back, and didn't have the slightest nostalgia for the people in the room.

When Yan Sui came down from the upstairs, he had long since lost the previous appearance of indulging in sex, and had returned to his usual well-dressed appearance.

But if you take a closer look, you will still find that the collar of this man, who has always been meticulous and orderly, is slightly turned up.

It seemed to be a mistake in his busy schedule, but it was also an appropriate benefit, because the flying collar just blocked the imaginative hickey on his neck.

The carnival is over, and there is only loneliness.

Song Yicen was slightly drunk, he didn't seem to expect that he would come down, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Isn't it good to be warm and fragrant like jade? You are actually willing to leave."

The tone couldn't hide the teasing and ridicule.

Yan Sui was usually indifferent, ruthless and lustless, but now there was a seductive and sexy aura all over his body, like a cheetah about to fall asleep.

Hearing this, he just pulled his lips lazily, and drew a stingy arc, "Why not, so as not to get all troubled and disgusting."

The voice was slow and deep, it was an exceptionally magnetic voice, and the casual tone contained a little irony.

The bar at two o'clock in the morning, if it used to be, would be noisy and lively, but it happened to be cleared early today because - someone was in a bad mood.

Song Yicen heard it funny, and didn't hide it, playing with the delicate and flattering wine glass in his hand, "If you say it's troublesome, if you hook your fingers, don't you stick it in the same way, and now you have to beat her up, I feel wronged for her."

"Grievance." Yan Yi gave a cold snort in an inexplicable way.

Song Yicen looked at him ambiguously: "How is it? I heard that the Wen family is famous for being pretty."

Yan Sui said in a neutral tone, "No feeling."

It's true that there is no feeling. The drunk person has already passed out before getting to the point.

Disappointing.

It is despicable and despicable for a man to talk about this kind of private matter with others afterward, no matter whether it is successful or not, whether it is good or bad.

Yan Sui disdained this, and after perfunctory, he glanced over with his long and narrow eyes, and changed the topic, "You still don't leave, are you really planning to stay out at night? Don't forget that you are a family man."

Mentioning this, Song Yicen's face changed slightly, he was the one who was in a bad mood tonight.

Yan Sui gave up his life to accompany the gentleman, but got a beautiful thing.

Thinking of the unconscious people upstairs, Yan Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, and unconsciously twirled his fingertips, as if there was no slippery residue.

It seems that you should wash your hands well, and it is better than letting people linger like this, but it is not a general indifference.

"Huaixu, you're not married, you don't understand, women must not be pampered, otherwise they will get used to it." Song Yicen was disgusted by his words, and was already particularly dissatisfied with being in a marriage.

Yan Sui was noncommittal after listening.

His eyes stayed on his own hands, there were wine utensils and ice cubes on the bar counter, half a glass of strong alcoholic spirits, and a hand with clear knuckles picked up a cold piece of ice, and threw it into the glass wine glass accurately middle.

"Boom!"

It exploded with a crisp impact.

The light above the head was dim, falling down to reflect on the man's cheeks, the stern and cold face, the sharp and sharp outline, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which were deep and dangerous.

Yan Sui, courtesy name Huaixu, is an upstart in Lingchuan City, a well-known fast hunter in the investment banking industry, he is ruthless in his actions, will be retaliated against, unfeminine, cold and arrogant.