99 degrees of favor

An Xin was startled.

"I want to give myself to you." She stared at him bravely, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and her voice was soft, "Do you believe it? I have been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I still keep my first time intact, but Now I don't want to stay, I just want to give it to you."

"..." An Xin didn't expect her to say such a thing, which caught him off guard.

"I'll wait for you at the hotel, and I won't be photographed by the media." She said it carefully, and she already had her own plan in mind.

"I have something to do tonight." An Xin held her hand back apologetically, with a hint of apology in his gentle voice, "The case with Sheng's will be submitted tomorrow."

"How late are you going to be busy?" She looked at him and asked softly.

"..."

"I can wait any night." She said.

"..." An Xin gently pulled her hand away.

The smile on Ou Mengru's lips deepened, "Okay, I won't force you." Then, she sat upright, "You send me back."

Seeing her so considerate, An Xin felt depressed.

After looking at her for a few seconds, he came back to his senses and restarted the car...

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, the corners of Ou Mengru's lips were raised, but the smile in her eyes was sad. Thinking of An Xin's forced smile, she felt her heart hurt, it hurt, it hurt... He doesn't love her, but he always Pretending to be impeccable, pretending to be impeccable, pretending that you believed his words, and he refused because he was busy.

The white Cadillac drove at a constant speed, and no one spoke to break the silence.

After sending Ou Mengru home, An Xin drove to the group building of Baili Anshi.

On the 38th floor, in his office, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked out of the window, the complexity of which cannot be described in words.

About half an hour later, the sky was splashed like ink.

He took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and put the mobile phone to his ear, feeling a little depressed, "When will the bank monitoring be repaired?"

"President, it will take a week at the earliest."

"Fixed burn to me first time."

"must."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and sat down in the office chair, staring at the computer screen absently. He was sure that the person he was looking for was in Jiangcheng. His card had a one-time withdrawal amount of 100 million, and there was a bank text message Reminder to his mailbox.

Withdrawing 200 million, is she in a hurry?

Seriously ill?

In trouble?

Such speculation made An Xin restless.

In a shared apartment.

After taking a bath, Su Xiaoxiao put some ointment on her lips, looked at the mirror again and again, "Xiaoyu, this medicine is very effective, it seems that I can go to work tomorrow."

"Can't wait to meet your president?"

"What a brain hole!" Su Xiaoxiao sneered.

"It's okay, the redness and swelling will not be noticeable after just one application." Fang Xiaoyu gave her a closer look, "Wake up at night and apply it again, and it will probably be all right tomorrow."

"Hmm." She thought so too.

The next morning.

Fang Xiaoyu curled up on the bed, her vacation was not over yet, so she didn't go to the company with special dedication, she planned to go to the restaurant to practice taekwondo today.

Su Xiaoxiao's cold has been cured, thanks to the imported medicine sent by Shengyu.

And the lips are also healed, not red and swollen at all, even if you look carefully in the mirror, you can't see anything.

So, after washing and grooming, Su Xiaoxiao simply tied up her waterfall-like long hair, changed her shoes, unscrewed her messenger bag and went to work.