The Pillow of the Bad President

Qin Huainian didn't let her go home to cook, it was already too late, so he chose to simply settle it outside.

Then, they came to Hao Yan's residence.

When Qin Huainian was parking the car, he received a call from overseas. It seemed that he had several emails to reply.

After entering the door, he held his mobile phone, and Hao Yan signaled to him, "I'll take a shower first."

Qin Huainian nodded, "Yes."

In the sweltering summer weather, I feel much more comfortable after taking a shower.

Half an hour later, Hao Yan dried her hair and came out, and she changed into pajamas by the way.

Qin Huainian had finished sending and receiving emails, took off his suit, and was standing in front of the desk by the window with a tall and tall figure, his eyes were downcast, and his eyes were fixed on the messy design drawings spread out on it.

It was Hao Yan who put it last night, and forgot to clean it up in a hurry to go out in the morning.

She agreed to be Susan's artist and was responsible for the design work. At the beginning of the studio's establishment, Susan said that she wanted more design drawings from her, so she found all the previous design drawings.

This also includes the one designed for Gu Dongcheng.

Qin Huainian's eyes narrowed behind the lenses, always staying on them.

Hao Yan suddenly thought of something, she couldn't help but said, "Qin Huainian, I have something for you"

Qin Huainian turned around, raised his eyebrows curiously, "What?"

Hao Yan showed some uncomfortable expression, she coughed, "Wait for me a moment"

After finishing speaking, she walked straight to the closet next to her.

The white piano lacquer wardrobe is not big, but after the door is opened, the clothes inside are neatly arranged. In addition to women's clothes, there is also a small compartment for children's clothes.

Hao Yan squatted down, and pulled out a hidden box from the bottom of the cabinet.

She was in his arms.

Hao Yan walked up to him with some slow steps, and handed him the box.

Qin Huainian looked puzzled.

He took it, and after opening it, there was a moment of astonishment in his eyes, and a man's suit inside suddenly came into view.

The dark blue suit is low-key and luxurious. You don't need to touch it to know how comfortable the material will be on your body.

The astonishment in Qin Huainian's eyes gradually turned into surprise, the corners of his lips curled up, his smile bloomed like the brightest scorching sun, able to take away all the charm in this world.

He looked at her meaningfully, "Didn't someone say that they didn't do it for me?"

Hao Yan had already made this suit for him.

It's just that when they wanted to give it to him, they ended their relationship, and she kept it in the closet ever since.

Hao Yan also thought about throwing it away, but it was too pity.

Not only did the fabric cost a lot of money, but more importantly, she put a lot of effort into this suit.

Compared with the one designed for Gu Dongcheng, she just drew a design drawing, but this set, she spent many nights and sewed every frame and thread herself.

I didn't expect to have the opportunity to give it to him

Hao Yan was a little embarrassed by what he said, her fair cheeks blushed, "I was also angry, okay?"

"Okay," Qin Huainian said with a smile.

He took this belated gift out of the box, and couldn't wait to put it on.

Fits shoulders and waistline and is true to size.

Qin Huainian was even more sure that this was tailor-made for him.

The fabric of the suit is a combination of cashmere and silk, which feels great to the touch, and the overall tailoring is smooth and natural. The English-style shoulder pads and the falling shoulder line make his shoulders wider.

Hao Yan still has ingenious and careful thinking in the design.

For the open neckline, she used dark brocade, stitched on both sides, restrained but not dull.

Hao Yan walked over and helped him fasten the buttons.She pursed her lips, and there was a bit of a little girl's coyness between her eyebrows and eyes, "This suit is different from what you usually wear. Although the fabric is the best to the extent that you can choose, it is not a luxury brand after all. I don't know you Can you get used to it?

I"

Qin Huainian grabbed her hand and prevented her from continuing.

There was always a strong smile on the corners of his brows and eyes.

Hao Yan also smiled, and the corners of her mouth were raised high, "Qin Huainian, will you like it?"

Qin Huainian answered her directly with practical actions.

Her cheeks were cupped, thin lips grabbed hers.

Hao Yan was breathless from the kiss.

Qin Huainian's deep eyes reflected her appearance.

The light shone on her porcelain white face, her eyes were gorgeous, and her lips, which had been ravaged by him, were red and swollen, soft and tender like peach petals, which made his heart gallop.

This place is the same as Mansion No. [-]. After we separated, he never came here again.

Now it seems to have returned to the charming night before, Qin Huainian's Adam's apple rolled, and the boiling blood could no longer hold back.

The suit cuts a beautiful parabola in the air.

And Qin Huainian's people threw her down on the big bed behind them like hungry wolves.

The air in the room was overwhelming.

Qin Huainian felt that she was like a poppy, making him so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself, and blurted out some ambiguous words, "Hao Yan, I really like your body to death."

Is it just the body?

Hao Yan's mind was in a daze, and soon, he was swept away by the waves and couldn't think about anything.

In the dark, dealer.

The three-story villa has white walls and a red roof, and the walls on both sides are covered with lush ivy, which is full of romance and elegance.

The Zhuang family has always had an unshakable position in the family in the city, but the Zhuang family and his wife have emigrated overseas for so many years, and only Mr. Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang are in charge in the country.

During the China Cup not long ago, Zhuang Qintong and Mrs. Zhuang went back to China one after another, while Zhuang Qing was delayed for some days because of the handover of foreign business, and just returned the night before yesterday.

The third floor is facing the best bedroom. The room is full of handmade pine furniture, exuding a faint woody fragrance.

Taking a cup of hot tea, I pushed open the bedroom door.

Her husband, Zhuang Qingze, was sitting on the head of the bed with an open photo album on his lap.

Zhuang Qing was fascinated by reading.

The focus of the eyes is gradually slack, a little far away and a little ethereal, this is the look that you will have when you miss someone.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhuang Qing saw his wife's gaze, quickly closed the photo album in his hand, and said apologetically, "Xiao Yin, I'm sorry."

I am no stranger to photo albums.

It's my husband's most treasured possession and is kept under his pillow every night.

There are many photos in the album, all of which are photos of Zhuang Zeqing and a young woman.

In the photo, they are close and happy.Smiling, she walked to the dressing table and sat down, smiled without any grievances and said, "Qing Ze, you don't have to apologize to me, we agreed, you can watch it anytime you want, don't shy away from me"