Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Lin quietly frowned.

His tone was tough, but not fierce, but she didn't move easily because she didn't understand his temper at the moment.

Yan Nanqing went around the car and first reached in and took her bag. Seeing that she hadn't moved, he held the car door with one hand and looked at her with lowered eyebrows, "Does your leg hurt?"

"No." She pursed her soft lips slightly, "Just go up and get the contract, I'll wait here."

The man seemed to twitch his mouth.

Then he stuffed the bag into her arms, bent down and picked her up from the car, and kicked the door of the car sideways with his feet. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth.

Lin Qiaoqiao was holding her favorite bag in her hand, and she could feel that his steps were unusually broad, but also steady enough. He entered the gate building, walked to the elevator in two or three steps, and instructed her with his chin, "Press."

She stretched out her slender fingertips and pressed the elevator button.

Once inside, he asked her to press the floor again, and she did as well.

But at the door of his room, when Yan Nanqing asked her to have her fingerprints checked again, she refused and looked at him with soft lips.

The man looked down slightly, looked at the person in his arms, and twitched his thin lips slightly, "Didn't you want to? This door is missing, why, you have to change your mind again?"

Lin Qiaorou frowned slightly. The problem was that she was the one who held the initiative before, but now it's the other way around. She's actually... a little flustered.

After all, I have never experienced it.

"Are you angry?" She asked a little tentatively.

There was a big difference in strength between them. Lin Qiaoqiao knew how strong he was and how tough his body was.

If something really happened in a while, on the premise of being angry, would she be killed?
Hearing her question, the man simply pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered, "What do you think?"

"Then I won't press it." She looked confident.

He thought to himself, as long as she didn't get her fingerprints checked, he would have to let her go. Couldn't she run away?
As a result, it turned out that she was thinking too much.

Yan Nanqing waited impatiently, and indeed put her on the ground.

However, before she ran away, the man seemed to have been prepared, opened the door with one hand, grabbed her waist with the other, and immediately grabbed her back without any effort.

Lin Qiaoqiao felt that she was directly rolled into the door, and before she could stand still, she could only hear the door lock "click" shut, and then the bag in her hand was thrown aside by the man.

And then she was robbed of her breath.

Every time Yan Nanqing kisses her, he will not appear rude, but he must be very domineering, with his unique tenderness in his strength.

It's just that this time it seems to be extra forceful,

There is a man's low warning voice next to his ear, "You want to forget me, huh?"

She was thinking in her heart that he was really upset because of what she said.

I seduced him several times before and he didn't fall for it, but today I was so stimulated by just a few words, I should have known...

"!" The thoughts in her mind were suddenly interrupted.

The man tore off the lace of her coat with one hand, and then pinched her white and tender waist with his unobstructed, warm palm, and kissed her palm-sized face with the other.

That sense of punishment and displeasure unscrupulously invaded between her lips and teeth.

"Oh!" She even felt her lips were bitten hard.

Her navel-baring outfit today is really effortless for men.

"Yannan...Qing." Lin Qiaoqiao didn't know what she wanted to say, but she always felt that she should do something.

"You know you're anxious only when your eyebrows are burning?" The man still kissed her, advancing instead of retreating.

A slightly rough breath fell into her ear, "I will settle accounts with you today!"

The voice was cold and deep yet warm, like an obviously ferocious cheetah carefully and methodically biting its prey.

As that breath blew past her ears, Lin Qiaoqiao felt her whole body tremble slightly, and her soft fingers subconsciously grabbed his sleeves.

As a result, it seemed that he just caught the cuff button, and he frowned, and then let go of it in the next second.

Yan Nanqing didn't know whether he noticed that she was being stabbed or if he wanted to do that in the first place, he put her hand in his palm and interlocked his fingers again.

Lin Qiaoqiao held both of her hands and pressed them directly on top of her head, as if she wanted to pin her directly into the wall.

"Forget, what's the deal..." She didn't forget to whisper dissatisfaction, but her voice was interrupted by his kiss and her own anger, "When did I... owe you?"

The man hooked her chin with one hand, forcing her to bear his kiss more thoroughly.

Rather, she was stingy and gave her a little space to breathe, and looked at her in a deep voice, "Whether you owe it or not, I will remember it for you."

"What did you tell Caesar?"

When he asked this question, she was dumbfounded. Didn't she just say a few words, remember this too, so it's still settled?

What kind of account is this?

She took a sip and said, "I didn't say anything."

Looking at her current appearance, Yan Nanqing couldn't help snorting, "The thick lotus root I made at noon is still in the pot, Miss Lin, who is not afraid of anything, is planning to play tricks?"

Seeing that he was willing to talk now, Lin Qiaoqie showed that he was calmer and not so angry.

The little finger tapped on his chest, and looked up at him, "Since the ribs are still there, then... eat first?"

The man didn't fall for her tricks, he only had thin lips and said lightly, "I'll let you eat until you have enough! I won't starve you."

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, why did she feel a little strange when she heard this?
Yan Nanqing didn't speak for a while, but he didn't let go of her, but stared at her without saying a word.

For a moment, she felt that his eyes were deep and heavy, even with a trace of pain and caution, and then asked her abruptly: "Do you really like someone else?"

She froze for a moment.

When did she like someone else?
"Did you learn how to make soup for others?" the man continued to ask.

It was because of this.

She pursed her soft lips slightly, learning to cook soup was originally to stimulate him, and she wanted to let him know that she learned from Caesar, and the most important thing was to create an opportunity to be alone with him when cooking soup.

She thought she could get things done when she was alone, but in the morning he withdrew from the battlefield midway.

At this moment, Lin Qiao looked at him seriously, "You are the first man who really likes you seriously, if you want to learn, it is because of you."

When she was talking, he kept staring at her closely, for fear of missing any of her expressions, as if he would be tricked by her again.

After she finished speaking, Yan Nanqing kissed her again, and suddenly picked her up and carried her into the living room.

Lin Qiaoqiao instinctively hooked his neck, and asked unconsciously, "What are you doing?"

The man's pace is going directly to the bedroom.

She could feel her heart beating uncontrollably.

"According to the script." He touched his thin lips, and asked in a casual and wicked way.