Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

It can be seen that he has nothing to hide from Han Xin about his work, even the itinerary should be transparent, it just depends on whether the other party asks.

Think about it, when she married him back then, she was not allowed to intervene in official affairs, because of her meddling, she often turned her face.

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xiaozheng found her in a trance, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Yeliang withdraw her thoughts hastily, smiled, and said nothing.

When a person knows another person too well, or even if he doesn't know enough, but it's her in his heart, and the emotion in her eyes can be seen clearly.

It was a feeling of desolation and loneliness, maybe even I didn't realize it.

"Can I leave after eating?" Ye Liang asked with the bag in one hand.

The man nodded.

Mentioned: "It's still early, what's the arrangement?"

What does it mean?
Ye Liang looked at him, didn't she just have to eat, she also had to stay with him for the rest of the time?

Seeing her expression, Fan Xiaozheng hooked his lips, "If you want, you can go directly to the hotel, of course it's fine."

Only then did she lose face.

"Are you really planning to...?" She didn't know what words to use for the following words.

He really planned to have dinner with her, and then let her go to the hotel to do that kind of thing?
The man smiled, "Didn't we have a good chat just now, how can you tell that I seem to be joking?"

"..."

However, she thought about it for a while, and said seriously, "Mr. Fan is not the same as before. He probably has his own focal length wherever he goes. It is obviously inappropriate for me to go out with you."

Even if Han Xin is big enough, she doesn't want to hear strange rumors if she doesn't ask who he is with.

The man seemed to think about it seriously for a while, then nodded.

Ye Liang thought he had figured it out.

Unexpectedly, he asked Sheng Chun to directly book a hotel suite, and then came to pick them up, from the entrance of the restaurant to the entrance of the hotel.

The euphemism is, "So others can't see it?"

After entering the hotel, he took her straight to the suite.

When she reached the door, she paused.

Fan Xiaozheng looked back at her, "Do you think the surveillance in the corridor can't tell who you are?"

She had to enter the room, but stood at the door again without moving.

The man finally couldn't help but curled his lips, "You think I've never touched a woman in eight lifetimes? Go in and find a place to sit, don't get in my way."

Ye Liang has already thought about it, if he really wants to do that, then it doesn't matter whether he wants to play this role or not.

If it doesn't work, think of another way.

But for a while, she didn't see him coming in either.

The size of the suite is large, with a fully equipped kitchen and bathroom. The living room has a typical modern style, and the details are very particular. Sitting on the sofa, she can't see where he is.

But can faintly hear the sound.

Like on the phone.

After a few minutes, I saw him enter the living room, put the mobile phone on the coffee table, and leaned on the sofa with his back slightly, pinching his eyebrows.

He looked bullying while eating, but he didn't see that he was tired.

She was sitting and didn't know what to do, her hand was on the sofa, and suddenly he reached out and held it.

Yeliang's first reaction was to frown, and she subconsciously flung it away.

But he held it tightly, and he fell down directly, lying on her lap, and then put her hand on the peak of his eyebrows.

"Give me a pinch."

The voice became very deep, that is, it suddenly became deep and fuzzy, feeling exhausted, with a faint hoarseness.

So much so that she couldn't resist his pitiful energy for a while.

The fingertips landed on his brows, and the force was good. He didn't frown uncomfortably, so he continued to press.

Speaking of which, Ye Liang only touched his face once, and it was after he fell asleep that he traced his outline.

The second time is now.

This man's skin is still pretty good, clean and fresh, just right.

At some point, he opened his eyes and met her eyes.

Yeliang's first reaction was to run away.

The man looked at it calmly, with a bit of teasing, "What were you thinking just now? Think I took the opportunity to do something to you?"

"..." She didn't want to talk.

The movement of the hands also stopped, ready to strike.

But the man shook her hand and didn't let her get up, "continue to press."

It's better to just press it than to do anything else.

But when the two of them stay like this, their bodies are still in contact, and if they are quiet for too long, the atmosphere will become very weird.

She had to simply find a topic.

Zhangkou asked, "Does Mr. Fan often do such business in the entertainment industry?"

The man closed his eyes, "Which one?"

Then he opened his eyes suddenly, with a half-smile, apparently understanding what she meant, and then pursed his lips, "If so, would you be jealous?"

The movement of her hands paused.

Then smiled, "I will dislike it."

"That's not it." He replied very clearly, "You think everyone has the honor of you? Am I not busy enough?"

...She really didn't want such an honor.

"I think it's because Han Xin is too magnanimous, so Mr. Fan has a good life."

The man hummed slightly, "Where can you tell that I'm moist?"

"Didn't you say that there is no shortage of women?" She answered lightly.

Fan Xiaozheng looked at her.

He took off her hand so that he could see her face intuitively, and then probed a little.

[You think I have never touched a woman in eight lifetimes? 】

Because of this sentence, she speculates that he often does this kind of business?
The corners of Fan Xiaozheng's lips twitched suddenly, because the point she was focusing on was obviously not that he really regarded him as an irrelevant stranger.

Ye Liang avoided his gaze and looked up at the clock in the living room.

"I heard you called, it should be something, what time can I leave?" she asked.

The man said: "Stay here tonight."

He was not talking about himself, including her.

The woman frowned softly, "I want to go back."

He didn't force it, just said: "I don't want the role anymore? The meal is for nothing? Song Jianyi hasn't mentioned the matter with her mother yet?"

Ye Liang stared at him, so he knew everything?

After working on it for a long time, in fact, he had already settled everything and just waited for her to come to the door.

Then she just let it go, "Since this is the case, what else do I need to do? Tell me."

"Ding dong!" The sound of the doorbell.

The man consciously took his head away from her lap, and sat up again. She was going to open the door, but he didn't let her, "Sit."

I don't know if she misunderstood.

He didn't want her to be seen, probably because of something she said in the restaurant, or maybe, just wanted to protect her privacy.

Ye Liang watched him go to open the door, took something and came in.

After a while, a woman came in behind him.

"Get it for her."

Ye Liang was puzzled. The woman who came in was wearing a mask, but she smiled respectfully at her, and then directly put a small table in front of her, forcing her to sit on the sofa and cannot leave.

After seeing that set of things, Ye Liang frowned, "I don't do nails!"

The man drew his lips slightly, "I'll wash your nails, I don't like this color."