The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 206

Song Ning pulled back the curtains of the office window and moved a small table and stool.

Borrowing the light of the sun, looking at the clothing design on the A4 paper, I picked up the pen again.

In a villa in the capital.

A Bentley car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and the shiny leather shoes fell to the ground. The man came out of the car and straightened his well-tailored black windbreaker. His broken black hair was slightly disheveled by the winter wind.

There was a faint coldness in the dark black eyes, the phone was squeezed into a Buddhist bead, and it was twirling lightly,

Hou Chuyuan got off from the co-driver, looked at the villa in front of him, and said, "Master, do you want to catch him or not?"

Yan Yan put the Buddhist beads he was caressing in his hand into his pocket, and nodded slightly without expression: "I still want to talk to him, don't make it too ugly."

In just 10 minutes, the entire villa was under control.

The man in the upstairs study saw Yan Yan standing outside through the window, his posture was dignified and tired, and his eyes were cold.

An assistant said through the door: "Second Young Master, Master Yan is here."

The man opened the entire curtain to reveal his face, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and smiled gracefully: "Brother."

Yan Yan raised his hand, and several bodyguards lined up. Hou Chuyuan followed him and entered the house.

Yan Shiyu walked down the stairs, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, a well-proportioned figure, and the same pale skin as Yan Yan.

With one hand in his pocket, his brows are gentle and affectionate, with a smile that is as bright as a spring breeze.

"Brother, I just arrived in the capital, and you greeted me in such a big way?"

Yan Yan passed him and sat on the main seat, with a detached and ascetic voice: "Things."

Hou Chuyuan held two small black objects in his hands and respectfully placed them on the table between the two men.

Yan Shiyu smiled sweetly, and a cold light flashed across Danfeng's eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and his tone was brisk: "I just want to know what kind of woman my future sister-in-law is? Brother, you won't be angry, right?"

"Put away your little tricks." Yan Yan took a sip of tea, his clear and three-dimensional face did not smile, his dark eyes were lowered, with a terrifying hostility, and his tone was always indifferent: "The hand is too long. Yes, it's not a good thing."

Yan Yan and Yan Shiyu are both the future heads of the Yan family, but the current head is more satisfied with Yan Yan.

If Yan Yan was described as a wolf, then Yan Shiyu was a poisonous snake in the dark.

The Yan family has two sons and a daughter.

Yan Yan's father ranked first, with a younger sister in the middle, and Yan Shiyu's father at the end.

"Brother, didn't I also follow Grandpa's orders?" Yan Shiyu smiled helplessly, and he leaned lazily on the sofa.With a casual posture, he explained: "I came to the capital because my grandfather asked me to accompany you back. The people in this capital are much more interesting than the emperor. I couldn't resist staying a few more days."

The man's legs crossed, and when he heard the words, he suppressed his dark eyes, slightly closed his eyes, and there were more wrinkles between his brows: "If you put something in Song Ning again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Suddenly, Yan Shiyu saw his cold eyes with bloodthirsty eyes on his wrist, which made him feel a little dizzy, but his posture remained calm.

"Brother is really with that girl?"

Yan Shiyu looked at him, the light brown eyes behind the lens were smiling innocently, but his tone was cold: "Brother, liking is useless, the most important thing is being suitable."

"Isn't the style of the Yan family always the same?"

The voice fell, with a hint of contempt.

……

After Song Ning got off work, she saw a familiar vehicle on the side of the road and trotted over. Unfortunately, it had just rained and sleeted this afternoon.

Before Yan Yan came to stop her, he saw the little girl throw an edge on the way and fell to the ground.

Wrinkles appeared between the brows, and he opened the car door, took off the black and typed, picked up the little girl from the ground, and said in a low voice, "Why are you running?"

"pain."

Today Song Ning didn't wear a long down jacket to keep warm. She wore a short pink woolen jacket with fleece jeans and knee-length white boots. She looked fresh and youthful.

Even if she is the female president of a group, Song Ning is only 20 years old, and she has the love of beauty that all girls have.

The knees and one side of the leg were wet with snow.

Yan Yan took the paper and wiped the stains on her legs, and then covered her legs with the coat. The tone was not a tactful suggestion, but an order: "Don't wear such short clothes in the future."

Song Ning was unhappy, and retorted him: "I'm not cold, I'm indoors all the time, and now girls are free to dress."

Yan Yan embraced her lightly, and said in a soft voice, "If you wear a lot, it won't hurt if you fall, and you can do whatever you want indoors."

Song Ning touched her knee, feeling a little numb, and changed the subject: "My knee hurts."

Yan Yan stretched out his hands under her knees, let the little girl nestle in his arms, and coaxed her softly: "I'll rub it for you."

"it is good."

Hou Chuyuan watched Yan Yan touch Song Ning's leg covered in snow and cement, and his scalp tingled.

Ever since Yan Yan met Song Ning, every day he refreshed his knowledge of Yan Yan for the previous five years.

Five years ago, he always felt that someone as ruthless as Yan Yan, who was so cold and ruthless as to put profit first, would like others?
She had personally seen Yan Yan fighting violently and cold-bloodedly in a powerful animal cage.

I have also seen Yan Yan borrow one by one among the well-trained bodyguards of Bailaihao.

The cold white skin is full of bloody, smelly people.

Later, when he saw Yan Yan's mere look, he made the people in the shopping mall's business partners tremble.

For example, in front of Song Ning, who has no power to restrain a chicken, he is willing to bow his head and surrender.

After Song Ning took a bath, she didn't go out of the room, but stayed in the room and kept revising the manuscript.

The little girl's room is warm and tidy, and things are arranged in an orderly manner, but at this moment it is a table and a floor of blank paper.

Yan Yan pushed open the door, and another scrap of manuscript was mercilessly thrown on the ground.

Song Ning's clean hair was messed up, biting the pencil in her hand, her black eyebrows were tightly frowned, not loose at all.

Yan Yan leaned down slightly from behind her, resting on the table with one hand, looking at the new drawing on the table.

Song Ning raised her small face, looked at the man's superior face, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm drawing clothes for a famous fashion show, but Party A is not satisfied, saying it's something lacking, what am I thinking about? "

"Let me see."

Yan Yan picked up the manuscript, read it for a while, and then slowly said: "The clothes are designed very well, let's look at the types of this year's fashion show preview."

Song Ning turned on the computer and searched for the latest fashion show this spring, with the theme of the Republic of China.

Song Ning suddenly realized, patted her head fiercely, and said with a smile: "I said, why is it weird? It turns out that I haven't followed up with the times. I have an idea and know how to change it."

(End of this chapter)