Lure from a wealthy family: The devil’s president can’t get enough

Sitting in the bar, Lu Fei couldn't help but get a headache looking at the crooked wooden signboard. How much do you hate this boss?Name your own bar Qianbian!

However, it is not easy to find such a place by the Qinghai Lake. Although the name is not flattering, the environment is considered elegant. The most important thing is that behind the bar is a hotel full of regional characteristics.

The hotel is An An's favorite type. He stayed here the last time he came here, but he didn't notice the bar. When An An was not around, he had the leisure and elegance to really experience everything here.

Just now, An An invited himself to see the stars, he refused for the first time, after he refused, he found himself relieved, took a sip of wine, shook his head with a smile, maybe this is the beauty of letting go.

The waiter in the bar handed over a glass of wine, Lu Fei took it and took a sip, frowned slightly, looked up at the waiter, a pretty little girl was looking at him with a smile.

"Sir, if you feel a little bitter in your heart, drinking a cup of something sweet will make you feel much better."

Lu Fei put down his wine glass, looked at the girl and smiled: "What's your name?"

"Kelsang Dolma."

"Lu Fei."

The two smiled at each other across the bar.

Just as Lu Fei and Gesang Zhuoma shook hands with each other, at the door, Yang Gan strode past with An An in his arms.

Under the warm yellow light, there is a big red bed. There is a log-colored bookcase on one side of the bed, and some books and travel magazines are placed on the bookcase.

Yang Gan put An An on the bed, and sat gently on the edge of the bed.

An An's eyes were tightly closed, but the trembling eyelashes still revealed the truth that she was pretending to be asleep.

Yang Qian's Adam's apple rolled, put his hands on his knees, unfolded, clenched tightly, and unfolded.

One heart, ten thousand horses galloping, one million voices are encouraging Yang Qian to continue, but one voice tells him that in such a place, such an environment, such a self cannot wrong her.

Get up, lock yourself into the slightly rudimentary bathroom, turn on the cold water and wash your face over and over again, but as long as you think of An'an, you can't calm down.

There has never been such a terrible need and desire that cannot be waited any longer, and there has never been such a panic like this.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes turned slightly red, I couldn't help but take deep breaths repeatedly, and finally turned on the cold water in the rain, and stood under the rain and had a rational and so-and-so fight with myself. contest.

It took a long time before I calmed down, took a bath towel and wiped my hair, took off my wet clothes and threw them aside.

"Here you are." The door was opened a crack, and Yang Gan almost ran away!

Seeing that the little hand that stretched in unexpectedly brought in a set of pajamas, she suddenly collapsed into a mess.

"Hmm." The hoarse man was almost speechless, and brought over his pajamas.

"And this." An An brought in another pair of bullet pants.

Yang Qian suddenly felt warm liquid flowing down his nose, he hurriedly turned his head to turn on the cold water and rinsed his nose desperately, nosebleed! !Really poor.

He took the bullet pants with one hand, pulled the paper to stuff his nose, restrained the chaos in his heart, and quickly dressed neatly.

After waiting for a long time, An An saw Yang Gan come out of the bathroom, and sat down with the pillow in his arms, leaving most of the bed empty.

"Then... that's what, I... I'll go to the next door." Yang Gan faltered and walked towards the door with big strides.

"Yeah." An An hummed lightly, and sat on the bed without moving.

But with this sound, Yang Gan knew that the little girl was upset, so he stopped and looked back at her: "Aren't you afraid?"

An An looked at Yang Gan with big watery eyes, then lowered her head and bit her lips in silence.

Yang Gan coughed in embarrassment, and raised his hand to open the door.

"Fear."

An An's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it sounded like thunder in Yang Gan's ears.

Withdrawing his hand, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

An An leaned forward, stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of Yang Gan's clothes.

Yang Gan's hands trembled. He cleared his throat and said, "An...An'an, the bath water is a bit cold. Remember to turn on the hot water. There is no bathtub, only a shower."

"I know." An An smiled, and stretched out her hand to hug Yang Gan's arm.

The two of them have done this action countless times since they were young, but it has never been so difficult for Yang Gan like this time. Every cell in his body is clamoring for him to do what a normal man should do.

Get up, hug An An, and send her into the bathroom: "Take a bath obediently."

An An's smile deepened, she nodded obediently, put on her slippers, went in, and closed the door.

Turn on the water and adjust the water temperature, but An An couldn't help laughing and scratched the wall.

Thinking of Yang Gan's appearance just now, she couldn't help it, really couldn't help laughing.

She couldn't even think about the messy man who was kissed by the lake, but when Yang Gan carried him and ran all the way back to the hotel, she was thinking about how to test Yang Gan's concentration.

For a long time, An An has always believed in one sentence: love, whether you can do it or not, depends on two people. Recklessly.

Obviously, Yang Qian had endured so much, either because he was not interested, or because he regarded himself as a treasure.

She has always been cared for by such a man. She has been with her for 15 years and stayed together for 15 years. Only today did she realize how happy she is!

The water beads flowed down the neck, and An An even began to examine her body in the mirror, and wrote the word Yang Gan stroke by stroke on the water mist on the mirror.

This man belongs to her, Jun Anan!

Yang Gan calmed down a lot, and sat quietly on the sofa reading a book. When he heard the bathroom door rang, he got up and walked over to pick up a towel to help her wipe the water droplets from her hair.

"Dry, it's a little cold."

In front of her eyes, she hugged her shoulders dotingly, hugged her and sat on the sofa, and brought her a hair dryer: "Hold on, let's go to bed after drying your hair, okay?"

"Yeah." An An nodded.

Yang Gan carefully helped An An dry her hair, then carried her drowsy to the bed, put it away, covered her with the quilt, and then turned off the lights in the room, leaving only one With the night light on, he lifted the quilt and came up from one side, lying beside An An.

An An turned over, and got into Yang Gan's arms like a kitten, found the most comfortable position, and fell asleep in a moment.

Yang Gan rested his arms on his pillow, and turned his head to look at the person in his arms.

He played back every scene when he was a child, from the immature face to the appearance at this moment, he deeply engraved it in his heart.

Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear, "wife."

An An seemed to be itchy, leaned into his arms again, stretched out her hand and clasped his waist.

Yang Gan closed his eyes very satisfied, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He was looking forward to An An's birthday, looking forward to her wearing a white wedding dress, and looking forward to her being able to call himself -----

"Goodnight husband."

Yang Gan looked at the person in his arms in astonishment, his heart was once again turmoiled...