Women's clothing giants are all in love

Yan Huainan has lived for 28 years, and this is the first time he has experienced the uncomfortable feeling similar to a sneeze coming out but being suppressed forcibly.

He choked on the other side of his throat, almost choking himself to death, and his handsome face was distorted for a moment.

After recovering, he stared at Wen Liang silently and deeply.

There was a line written in the eyes.

"Do I seem to be so easily diverted??"

Hearing the cold noodles, he did not change his face, and remained motionless.

Yes, I believe you have.

Wen Liang was very calm, he even pretended to be stunned, and said, "Ah, you want to ask about the time?"

"I just confirmed with the other side. It was set at XX Hotel at six o'clock in the evening. We will leave here at about five o'clock. Lao Li has something to do today, so I will drive later, and I may not be able to drink at night. .”

After chattering, Wen Liang smiled and nodded, as if "Do you have any other questions? If not, can we go upstairs?"

Yan Huainan narrowed his eyes.

This man has no airs, and his aggressive side is always facing people from other companies. When we get along in private, Wen Liang almost thinks that he is cute and silly about some daily details.

But at this moment, Wen Liang can somewhat understand how outsiders feel when facing Yan Huainan.

He almost pretended to be innocent: "Boss Yan?"

Yan Huainan had an inscrutable expression on his face.

Wen Liang really couldn't figure out what Yan Huainan was thinking at the moment, the smile on his face could hardly hold back, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

However, in the next second, Yan Huainan suddenly moved.

He put one hand into his trouser pocket, which is often a signal that he doesn't intend to continue chatting for the time being.

Sure enough, he looked at Wen Liang thoughtfully again, and then took a step forward.

Wen Liang was taken aback, the moment Yan Huainan passed him by, he heard the man whisper: "Go up first."

Wen Liang secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Their company occupies four floors of the office building, and the top floor and the general manager's office are on the highest floor.

Originally, it would be easier to go up the stairs, but the number of floors the elevator went up was just close to their floor.

Yan Huainan took a step forward and pressed the up button, so it was impossible for Wen Liang to leave the boss and go up the stairs by himself.

So he stopped behind Yan Huainan.

There were no colleagues around, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, Yan Huainan turned his back to him and asked, "Are you a friend?"

Wen Liang was taken aback.

After reacting, he closed his eyes.

Those who should come will still come, how could Yan Huainan be so easy to fool.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead, and said in embarrassment, "...um."

He could hardly imagine what Yan Huainan would say next, after all, it was difficult to get involved with this ascetic man.

Will Yan Huainan ask him why he has this hobby?

Then preach to him like an elder so that he can "correct" and abandon bad habits as soon as possible?

Wen Liang laughed.

In fact, he is not ashamed of his preferences, but some topics are destined to be difficult to talk about with ordinary people.

If it is irrelevant, he can choose to ignore it, or simply mock it back.

But if it's Yan Huainan...Wen Liang is really reluctant to complain.

So how is he going to fool this big straight man...

Wen Liang thought absently.

The man in front of him was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about what to say.

After a while, he slowly said in a very tactful tone: "...Even if you are friends, you have to learn to refuse."

Wen Liang was stunned.

After waiting for two seconds, but did not hear Wen Liang's reply, Yan Huainan tilted his head, and his tone became serious: "There should also be a boundary line between friends, if the other party crosses the line and makes you feel uncomfortable, you should refuse it." reject."

Wen Liang's head froze, and he didn't understand what Yan Huainan was talking about for a while.

Yan Huainan simply turned around, frowned tightly, looked at him and said solemnly: "Wen Liang, you are too kind."

Wen Liang: "..."

He opened his mouth, and uttered a blank monotone in a daze: "Ah."

Yan Huainan said earnestly: "Any function developed has its effect, such as blacklisting."

Wen Liang: "..."

Yan Huainan narrowed his eyes and said, "Human hands also have many functions besides work, such as beating people."

Wen Liang: "..."

Seeing that Wenliang didn't respond, Yan Huainan said with a straight face, "Wenzhu, did you understand what I said?"

The elevator doors opened quickly, and there was no one inside.

Wen Liang looked at Yan Huainan with his mouth slightly open, Yan Huainan frowned, with a troubled look of "I'm usually so smart, why now I suddenly can't understand what I have to say to you to understand".

He looked back at the elevator, took Wen Liang's wrist and led him into the elevator.

Wen Liang trembled, and looked down at Yan Huainan's knuckle-boned hand.

The elevator door closed, Wen Liang heard Yan Huainan's deep and helpless voice from above his head.

"...Wen Liang, do you understand?" He repeated.

Wen Liang raised his head slowly.

But I didn't expect that the distance was too close, the distance between the two was so close that it was almost ambiguous.

Yan Huainan was also taken aback.

Wen Liang is like a flower - this is the evaluation Wu Yang once gave.

A cold flower, pure white and delicate fragrance, also like a flirtatious flower, with a bright and attractive color flowing in its nature.

Wen Liang's eyes are also like petals, they are obviously Danfeng, the eyes are narrow and long, but the arcs outlined by the fine folds of the eyelids are like petals, which are extraordinarily seductive.

If there is a little smile on these eyes, it seems to have a little affection.

Yan Huainan met those eyes at close range and froze almost instinctively.

His heart skipped a beat, he moved his eyes away in a bit of embarrassment, and instantly withdrew his hands.

Wen Liang didn't notice that the man's ears were turning red.

He was struggling to sort out his thoughts, and slowly opened his eyes wide in disbelief, then he pursed his lips, suppressed a laugh that almost spurted out, coughed lightly, and said vaguely: "You mean..."

Yan Huainan took a deep breath, pressed panic, and forced himself to calm down: "That's right, you treat him as a friend, but he doesn't necessarily think so, if he thinks the situation is wrong—"

He paused, looked back, frowned and said: "It should be said that the situation is already wrong, and you shouldn't just tolerate the other party. Being an ostrich, just avoiding talking about it won't solve any problems."

Wen Liang lowered her head and raised her hand to her lips: "Cough, I——I think I understand."

"You really understand?" Yan Huainan was worried, he suddenly noticed that Wen Liang's face was not right, and he forgot the flustered just now, reached out and raised Wen Liang's chin, and looked at him with concern, "Why is your face so red?"

——Wen Liang was holding back her laughter and blushing.

——Wuyang was actually treated by Yan Huainan as a pervert who sexually harassed his friends!If Wu Yang knew about this, the little guy would be so angry that he would explode on the spot, right?

And Yan Huainan actually thought he was kind?

God knows that Wen Liang has blocked countless wretched men on various platforms, Yan Huainan would think that he doesn't understand the meaning of the "blocking" function.

Wen Liang even beat up a wretched man who tried to follow him until he ran away crying, but Yan Huainan actually thought that he didn't dare to do anything to others.

This man didn't even think about it at all. Those stockings were not props used by others to harass him, but something he liked to wear.

Oh my god, in Yan Huainan's eyes, is he really a little white rabbit after Wenliang?

Wen Liang laughed like crazy in his heart, but felt that this man was really cute.

It took him a lot of willpower to hold back the laughter, but as a result, his face became more and more red, and the blush even spread all the way to his neck.

Yan Huainan wanted to say something, but suddenly noticed this scarlet color.

As if he had been slammed by something, he froze there, his Adam's apple moved, and he felt his throat dry up, and a strange feeling rose from his chest.

When Wen Liang came back to his senses, he realized that the posture of the two of them was a bit too ambiguous.

Yan Huainan's hand was still gently lifting his chin, without moving away.

The warm fingertips were attached to his skin, where they touched, Wen Liang could hardly tell what it was like, because that small piece of skin seemed to be slightly numb.

He stopped laughing, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Huainan.

And the latter also lowered his eyes, looking at him fixedly.

The exhalation and inhalation of the two seemed to be intertwined, the breath blended together, and they were inseparable from each other.

The breath was lingering, floating in the small elevator box, pouring into Wen Liang's nasal cavity, and pouring into his body, giving him the illusion of being invaded.

Then the whole body trembled slightly.

The sound of the heartbeat keeps amplifying in the ears.

Yan Huainan's eyes gradually darkened.

He was a little distracted, as if it was a subconscious movement, and suddenly he gently rubbed Wen Liang's chin with his fingertips.

Wen Liang shivered, and the elevator stopped.

The two stagnate.

Yan Huainan quickly withdrew his hand, Wen Liang lowered his head.

The strange smell didn't dissipate just yet.

Wen Liang cleared his throat, turned around quickly, and waited for the elevator door to open.

In the next second, he felt that substantial gaze turned to his back again, and he couldn't help feeling a slight numbness in his back.

Behind him, the man spoke in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse: "...you look beautiful."

Smell a cool meal.

"There's going to be some in society, assholes—they're going to stalk you."

This is the first time Wen Liang heard such a rude word "bastard" from Yan Huainan.

"It's not your fault, but if you encounter it again in the future and don't know how to deal with it," the man said slowly, "you can tell me."

Wen Liang moved.

He asked softly, "Mr. Yan thinks I'm pretty?"

The elevator door opened, and the colleagues outside the door saw the two of them, and hurriedly greeted them: "Wen Zhu, Mr. Yan."

Wen Liang pursed her lips.

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