The Pillow of the Bad President

Hao Yan blinked her eyes.

Listening to Qin Huainian's tone, it seemed that Jiang Yi's deep grievance could be felt.

She was a little surprised and curious.

Hao Yan had been living in the hospital after the bone marrow transplant before, and hadn't seen Jiang Nuannuan for a while.

The corner of Hao Yan's mouth twitched, and when she was about to continue asking, Qin Huainian pinched her chin again.

Covered by thin lips, breath hits.

It was more intense than before, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Hao Yan quickly reached out and pushed his chest.

She looked towards the door in a panic, and couldn't help reminding, "Qin Huainian, cough, don't make trouble."

Under the light, Qin Huainian's eyes were already on fire, "I just watched it, Tangtang has already fallen asleep."

When Hao Yan heard this, she let him do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until the night outside the window got darker that the heat in the room receded a little.

Hao Yan was hugged by Qin Huainian and took another shower. When she returned to the bed, she was exhausted.

The smell of alcohol on Qin Huainian's body had dissipated. He put his arms around her, and used a fan to blow her half-wet long hair. The bedside lamp was quietly laid between his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a gentle warm color in his eyes.

The long hair was like satin, entangled between his five fingers.

Qin Huainian put down the hair dryer and stroked her small earlobe with his fingertips, "Hao Yan, let's take Tangtang out to watch a movie tomorrow night."

Hao Yan put her face on his knees, and shook her head lightly when she heard the words, "Isn't it okay tomorrow night, I have to go to the airport with Susan."

"Airport" Qinhuai Nianwen.

Hao Yan said, "Well, to pick up someone at the airport is the client of this design. If you want to get the satisfaction of the other party, you have to understand it first."

The sound becomes lower and lower towards the back.

Qin Huainian lowered his eyebrows to look, and found that she had closed her eyes and fell asleep, with an arc of light on her lips.

The black hair was scattered, reflecting her soft white skin, without any blemishes, there was still a blush on the cheeks and eyelids that had not faded, and the collarbone exposed outside the quilt had a dreamy shadow in the light.

His eyes gradually darkened.

Qin Huainian's Adam's apple rolled down, but he decided to let her work hard again.

At noon the next day, the airport.

Hao Yan and Susan arrived at the airport as scheduled after get off work.

Mrs. Holman has been on a business trip abroad, and she just returned home today. They got the news, so they came here to pick up the plane, hoping to take this opportunity to get to know each other better.

Susan drove here by herself today, parked the car, and the two of them sat in the car and waited.

Because they came very early, there was still some time before the flight landed.

Susan chatted with her, "Mrs. Holman is 35 years old this year. She is married but has no children. It seems that she got married before graduating from college and married a person from country Y. However, it seems that in the third year of marriage, her husband She passed away in an accident, which was a huge blow to her, and she was ill for more than two years before returning to a normal life."

Hao Yan nodded, she also learned about this on the Internet.

Susan continued, "I heard that Mrs. Holman has been single since her husband passed away. It seems that she has no plans to start a family again. It seems that the relationship between her and her husband Holman is really very deep."

Mrs. Holman is of Chinese descent, her surname is Kong, and Holman is her husband's surname.

She has always called herself this way to the outside world, in addition to remembering her husband, it can also be seen that she has a very deep affection for him.

When Susan said this, she suddenly sighed melancholy, "Mrs. Holman and I are not much different in age. It is said that women in their thirties are bean curds, and they are all married, but I haven't even talked about love. It’s too sad in comparison.”

Hao Yan smiled slightly when she heard this.

She couldn't help looking at Susan. Susan had a new haircut, which was even shorter than before. The leather jacket, wide-leg leather pants, and Martin boots under her feet looked a little less feminine. A little more heroic.

Susan usually tends to be more mature in her makeup, but after they opened a studio and got in touch with them, Hao Yan knew that she was actually only 30 years old.

Sure enough, as long as a woman has a girlish heart who wants to fall in love.

Hao Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will happen naturally when the fate comes."

"You are a full man who doesn't know how hungry a man is hungry." Susan snorted, twirling her short hair behind her ears, "By the way, Yan Zi, the Ren Zhu next to your Mr. Qin is good. He looks young and fair. He's very gentle, and he has a naive smile, does he have a girlfriend yet, and I don't know if he minds a sister-brother relationship."

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Hao Yan was startled, she was stunned, and asked in astonishment, "Susan, are you serious or joking?"

Susan's eyes flickered a few times, she smiled awkwardly and waved her hands, "Cough, of course it's a joke."

Hao Yan swallowed her saliva.

At this time, a reminder came from the mobile phone, and the topic was stopped.

Hao Yan took a look and hurriedly said, "The flight seems to be landing soon, let's go quickly."

The two rushed to the international airport hall.

At the exit, passengers have already come out one after another, and there is a row of people standing outside waiting to be picked up.

They waited for more than ten minutes, and a tall and slender woman came out, with a graceful bearing, but her brows and eyes were not gentle enough, and there was a coldness in her eyes, which gave people a very aloof feeling and was not easy to approach.

This is Mrs. Holman they were waiting for, pushing the luggage alone without an assistant.

Hao Yan and Susan went up to meet them, "Mrs. Holman, hello, we are from sys studio"

Mrs. Holman stopped in her tracks, glanced at them, but nodded indifferently, "Well, I heard about it from Mrs. He, and she is one of the parties to the draft competition, right?"

Hao Yan had read some introductions on the Internet and had some understanding of the other party's personality, so it was not surprising.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes"

Mrs. Holman's attitude was always very cold, "What's the matter with you?"

Susan then answered, "That's right, Mrs. Holman, in order to make a design that satisfies you, we hope to have a better understanding of you and what are your expectations for this dress and preference, so we came here specially to pick up the airport”

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, someone suddenly interrupted "Mrs. Holman"

Zhuang Qintong walked in front of them with an elegant and dignified smile, looked at Mrs. Holman with a familiar expression, and stretched out her hand towards her.

Mrs. Holman's expression was still cold, but she smiled a little, "Abby, long time no see."

The two shook hands with each other.

Zhuang Qintong smiled and greeted, "Yeah, speaking of it, last time at Milan Fashion Week, due to time constraints, I couldn't chat with you for a few more words, and we haven't had a chance to meet again since then."

Hao Yan and Susan glanced at each other, both caught off guard and shocked.

It turned out that Zhuang Qintong and Mrs. Holman knew each other.

The Pillow of the Bad President