The Pillow of the Bad President

Hao Yan had a slightly embarrassed expression on her face.

Although when she came out, the daze in his eyes flashed past, but she could see it very clearly.

Hao Yan had known for a long time that she was not the only lover he took care of, and he must have mistook someone else for himself just now, inexplicably, before the stove, all his heart was devoted to cooking porridge, but now there is no trace of it.

She felt very regretful.

Meeting his gaze, Hao Yan had no choice but to fake a smile, "You didn't say it last time, if you get sick again, I'll make porridge for you! I just went to Qin's this afternoon, and I heard the secretary said that you were sick ..."

So, she came over to make porridge for herself.

The corners of Qin Huainian's lips curled up, and a smile instantly reached his eyes.

The stomach seems to have an autonomous consciousness, and it can't wait.

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you done?"

Hao Yan nodded, "Well, it's done!" She called the hospital and asked Tangtang not to wait for her. After returning to the station and punching out her card, she took a car to Mansion No. [-]. After washing the rice with water, After soaking for half an hour, and then simmering slowly with a small fire, all the rice grains are now

It's soft.

Qin Huainian pulled the chair away, "Then you can eat with me, it's lonely to eat by yourself!"

The Lord "Golden Master" spoke, but Hao Yan dared not refuse, "Okay!"

After taking the order, she turned back to the kitchen.

Because he was in a hurry when he was sick last time, he just made rice porridge, afraid that he would find it too monotonous, this time when she passed by the supermarket, she specially bought some small pickled cucumbers, put some diced ham in and fried them briefly, it was very sour Appetizer.

Hao Yan was wearing an apron and without a coat, her figure was more slender.

It may be because of staying in the kitchen all the time, her snow-white face was a little flushed by the steam, which was extraordinarily delicate and charming, and the light between her eyebrows and eyes was covered with a layer of soft light, which was unusually gentle.

She looks like a wife.

Qin Huainian sat at the dining table, his eyes behind the glasses never left her body.

Hao Yan served two bowls of porridge and fried side dishes, and the restaurant suddenly became warmer, as if this lonely night had become warmer.

This was the first time the two dined together.

I didn't expect that besides accompanying her in bed on weekends, she would also accompany her to dinner!

Hao Yan sat down across from him, dutifully squeezed out a smile, and told him that it was time to eat.

Qin Huainian picked up the porridge bowl, but still glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

Just like herself, she was also drinking porridge with her head down. Below the delicate collarbone was a woman's beautiful curve.

His eyes dimmed slightly.

Qin Huainian suddenly felt that he wanted to eat something other than porridge.

He hadn't had any appetite all day long, and he still didn't move the meal ordered by the secretary. Now that he had eaten warm porridge for two consecutive nights, he felt much more comfortable and wanton, and his brows and eyes became more lazy.

After he finished eating, Hao Yan also put down the bowl and chopsticks.

She glanced at the night outside the window, then at Qin Huainian who was full of porridge, and said, "It's getting late, and I've finished the porridge too. Mr. Qin, I'm going back first!"

The purpose of Hao Yan's coming here tonight is just to cook porridge.

She picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair next to her, and was about to leave.

But as soon as he stepped over the dining table, Qin Huainian grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and fell directly on his lap.

Losing his center of gravity, Hao Yan involuntarily hugged his neck to stabilize his body.

In this way, the posture looks more ambiguous.

Hao Yan: "..."

Qin Huainian still felt hungry.

With his arms folded and feeling her curves, his breathing suddenly became heavier and he continued.

Hao Yan was restrained by him and couldn't move. She raised her eyes and felt the change in his pupil color, her heart trembled. She reminded him with a sneer, "Mr. Qin, I'm here to fulfill the promise to make porridge for you. It's the weekend!"

"En." Qin Huainian nodded.

Ok?

Hao Yan was thinking about the meaning of his words, when he saw him lightly raised his glasses, pressed his thin lips against her ear and exhaled in a low and ambiguous way, "But you delivered it yourself!"

"..." Hao Yan was stunned.

Seeing that he must win in his dark pupils, she tried to find a reason, "What, Mr. Qin, my waist is not fully healed yet..."

"It's okay, you're up there!" Qin Huainian smiled.

Hao Yan: "..."

Does she not want to?

With a sudden force in his hands, Qin Huainian lifted up her delicate waist, hugged her and strode upstairs.

Hao Yan had no chance to resist the whole time.

She felt that she was so stupid that she took the initiative to deliver it to her door.

In a blink of an eye, the person was thrown on the big bed, with his back sunk into the soft quilt.

Qin Huainian held half of her face in his palm, and swept his fingertips over her eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, and lips one by one. The rough touch left ripples, and tiny bumps were aroused on the surface of the skin.

Taking off his glasses, his deep eyes were like whirlpools.

Qin Huainian said, "Hao Yan, you look so good-looking, don't put on makeup when you come to see me in the future!"

Hao Yan's eyelashes fluttered.

She clenched her fingers lightly, as if she wanted to say a word of refusal.

Qin Huainian's thin lips swept up.

Between lips and tongue, his big hand has already touched her clothes...

This night is destined to be a blend of sweat.

the next day.

Rolls-Royce drove out of No. [-] Mansion and galloped on the street against the morning light.

Hao Yan was tormented by him for a whole night last night. When she got into the car just now, her calf was so weak that she almost stepped on the air.

The car passed the speed bump and was slightly bumped. She hurriedly supported her waist.

Looking at the culprit beside him, Qin Huainian was the same as before, he would use the spare time in the car to read documents.

Wearing rimless glasses, the expensive handmade suit is meticulously ironed, the buttons on the cuffs are shiny and moist, and the whole person has a gentle and elegant temperament, wise and sharp.

Hao Yan thought of the group of female colleagues in Taiwan who were crazy about him, and each of them regarded him as a perfect male god.

Gee.

Where is a male god, he is a beast in clothes!

After Hao Yan complained in her heart, she turned her face and looked out of the car window.

The morning sun is as energetic as a deer, and wherever it goes, it gives people a sense of vitality.

Hao Yan was aimlessly admiring the street scene. When the green signal light slowed down and stopped, the huge LCD screen placed in the office building next to her came into view.

She casually looked over, just one glance, and then held her breath.

It was the busiest commercial area in the city. At this moment, a promotional video was playing on the giant screen. The man was sitting in front of the piano with his slender fingers resting on the black and white keys. Next to him was the endless deep sea.

A person, a piano, seem to melt into the sea.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his thin hair drooped wildly on his forehead, as if he was immersed in the music with his whole body and mind, and his side face was extremely cool.The famous pianist dn is about to return to China to hold a concert——