The Pillow of the Bad President

Hao Yan knew this female guest.

The other party was Zhuang Qintong's assistant. She had met Mrs. Holman when she was pitching the draft before, and she seemed to have heard Zhuang Qintong calling him a boy.

Hao Yan bent over to help Tangtang up first, and after making sure she was fine, she quickly looked at her. After all, it was the child who was reckless first, so she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not hurt."

Tangtang also apologized very consciously, "I'm sorry Auntie, I didn't look the way just now"

The assistant Xiao Tong saw that Little Lolita said sorry to him in a sensible way, but he felt very sorry, and it was only lightly bumped and there was no serious problem. He smiled and shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm fine, it's just a small matter."

Tangtang stretched out her little hand and said, "Auntie, all your things fell out."

The assistant Xiaotong lowered his head, only to realize that the zipper of the handbag was not pulled tightly, and after being hit on the ground, all the design drawings inside were scattered.

Scattered on the stairs.

Hao Yan also looked over, all of them were sketches and manuscripts of designs, and there was no signature on the drawings.

However, it doesn't look like it was done by one person.

The design on each picture has a different style, Hao Yan raised her brows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

Seeing the female guest who had already bent down, she subconsciously helped, "Sorry, I'll pick it up for you"

Unexpectedly, just as she made a movement, before her hand touched the design drawing, the assistant Xiao Tong showed a panic expression on her face, and said loudly, "No need, no need, really, I can do it myself"

The assistant Xiaotong was almost quick, picking up all the design drawings scattered on the steps and stuffing them into the handbag, his movements flustered.

Then he hurried upstairs.

Hao Yan looked at the back of the other party, thoughtful, and gradually had a bold idea.

The night was quiet.

Hao Yan put down the fairy tale book in her hand, Tangtang was already asleep on the bed, her face was flushed, her mouth was slightly open, she was very cute.

She tucked up the quilt, and when she heard footsteps coming from the entrance, she lightly got off the bed, closed the door gently, and followed her footsteps to the master bedroom.

Qin Huainian's tall figure had already entered the locker room.

He took off his suit jacket and was undoing his tie.

After a busy day, the floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected his handsome face. The drooping eyebrows and eyes were outstanding like a painting, but there was a tired shadow on them. When he saw Hao Yan walking over in the mirror, the light in his eyes behind the lens changed. warm.

Hao Yan walked over and took the initiative to take over his movements, stepping slightly.

Qin Huainian raised his chin slightly, enjoying being served by her, and when she helped take off his tie and shirt, he grabbed her hand, brought it to his thin lips, and kissed again and again.

Hao Yan's cheeks were slightly red.

Qin Huainian asked, "Take Tangtang to the dealer tonight, what did you do?"

Hao Yan replied truthfully, "Mr. Zhuang likes Tangtang very much, so he gave her a small gift. After dinner, we chatted with the teacher about fashion design, and we came back."

Qin Huainian nodded when he heard the words, "Yes."

He actually asked this question because he was concerned about whether she had a bad time in the dealer. However, Zhuang Qing, the guest this time, had promised him in private that he would not let their mother and daughter suffer any grievances, so he secretly gave a few words .

Hao Yan's eyes drooped slightly, thinking of the female assistant she met at the dealer before leaving, she reached out and gently hugged Qin Huainian's strong waist, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her flattering and flattering tone approached her ear, "Qin Huainian , can you do me a favor?"

Qin Huainian pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

He agreed to what she said without even thinking about it.

Qin Huainian leaned over slightly, put his arms through the bends of her legs, lightly hugged her like a feather, and then strode towards the big bed outside with burning eyes.

In action, sealed her lips.

He is going to get some rewards first.

On Friday evening, after Hao Yan got off work, she accompanied Qin Huainian to a banquet.

In fact, this is not a commercial banquet, it is a small private banquet, there is no strict requirement that a female companion is required, many people come alone, but Qin Huainian still let her come together.

In his words, with her by his side, those Yingyingyanyans would not come to harass him.

Hao Yan smiled and sweetly.

The banquet was held in a private villa.

Hao Yan took Qin Huainian's arm and entered the banquet hall. Although it was a small private banquet, the decoration was still very luxurious, with the fragrance of clothes and temples full of eyes, touching the light intertwined.

As long as it is a banquet, there are pleasantries everywhere.

Hao Yan was by Qin Huainian's side, and when he was chatting with others, he stood quietly aside, and when there was no one else, the two of them would chat and laugh.

Among the crowd, the figure of an old man stood out.

Different from other people's gorgeous clothes with straight suits, he was wearing a Tai Chi suit, and his gestures and gestures exuded the atmosphere of a literati.

After Hao Yan saw it, she couldn't help but uttered in surprise, "Qin Huainian, I read it right, isn't that the calligrapher and painter Lu Cheng Lu Lao?"

Qin Huainian heard the words and looked over.

"Yeah." He nodded, his expression was somewhat surprised, and he said lazily in a familiar tone, "I didn't expect that Mr. Lu came too."

After Qin Huainian was called out to socialize, Hao Yan saw Lu Cheng standing alone in front of the long table not far in front, thought for a while, and couldn't help walking over with her skirt.

She took the initiative to come forward to say hello, "Hello, Mr. Lu."

After hearing this, Lu Cheng turned around, looked at the young woman with a humble expression and attitude, and was a little puzzled, "You are"

Hao Yan smiled, and said seriously, "My name is Hao Yan, and I am a fashion designer. I have never had the opportunity to thank you in person. During the previous Fashion Week, I am very grateful that you are willing to help Qin Huainian by presenting your painting and calligraphy The works are given to me in the form of authorization, especially the rare picture of ten miles of peach blossoms”

She is very grateful to Mr. Lu for the matter of the fashion week. Now that she has the opportunity to meet him at the banquet, she feels the need to thank him.

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, Lu Cheng's face darkened and he said angrily, "Hmph, I don't want to, it was all snatched by Qin Huainian, a bastard himself, he is a bandit at all."

It seemed that when he mentioned this matter, he was still very indignant.

Hearing the first half of her introduction, Lu Cheng knew her identity.

Hao Yan was stunned ""

She always thought that Qin Huainian relied on old friendship to ask Mr. Lu, and finally got the other party's consent, but she didn't expect that it was snatched by him.

Hao Yan silently raised her hand to brush away the black line on her forehead.

Qin Huainian's deep voice sounded slowly, "What are you talking about me?"

Lu Cheng glanced at him obliquely, and sneered coldly, "I don't know what immoral things you have done yourself."

Qin Huainian's brows and eyes were lazy, but he looked disapproving.

Hao Yan was ashamed.

The Pillow of the Bad President