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Hearing Huanjing's voice, Tang fenrui is slightly stunned.

As soon as he looks up, the man has entered the door, and then he brings a cold wind blowing in the door.

What she was going to say happened to choke on her lips.

Huan Jing looked at her with a smile on his lips and just asked, "what do you want to say to me?"

Tang fenrui is upset.

"I think It's a bit too expensive to send a sports car. You'd better take it back. "

"Don't you think of something more valuable than Han Qianyue?"

Huan Jing's face was smiling, just like coaxing a child.

"Why, when it comes to you, you don't want it?"

Tang didn't talk.

When eating, she just said it casually. I didn't expect Huanjing to take it seriously.

He put a smile on her shoulder: "take it, even if it makes me happy, how about it?"

Men's voice is full of magnetism. When it's opened, the room is full of rolling hormone breath.

She couldn't resist it.

She acquiesced in the act of devils.

Huan Jing is already in her room. She stood at the door and thought, "I heard that the company is very busy recently? What are you busy with? "

Huan Jing is standing at her desk, turning over some books she has been reading recently.

Instead of answering her question directly, he asked, "haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?"

With a smile like that, she was clearly teasing.

Tang fenrui couldn't stand it at all, especially when the once big iceberg suddenly put down its high and cold body and began to lift her.

Don't look away, she feels her cheeks are beginning to burn.

"I have accompanied some of your wives to various dinners these days, but I don't feel lonely."

Huan Jingxiao: "really?"

He walked into her slowly, looking up and down, as if he didn't let go of any details.

"Seriously Didn't miss me at all? "

Huan Jing is close to her and her voice is very low.

Tang fenrui hurriedly avoided and moved to a safer place to stand.

Just then her cell phone rings.

"Sister Xiaorui, are you free now? Can you come to the studio?"

Hearing Xiaomu's call, Tang Tianrui immediately agreed.

"Yes, I'll be right here."

She put down the phone and spoke to Huan Jing.

"There's something in the studio that needs me to deal with. I'll go first."

Tang fenrui hurriedly went out, turned off the light in the room by the way, and reminded Huan Jing in the room to follow.

When the light went down, the man did not move.

Huan Jing stands in the dark, and is mottled by the light and shadow.

The shoulders are covered with the warm yellow neon outside the window, but the face against the light shows a clear angular radian.

He really stood there, motionless, nodding, "well, you go first."

Tang fenrui doesn't care about Huanjing behind him anymore, so he goes out in a hurry.

She did not know that the man stood silently for a long time in the darkness behind her, feeling the faint fragrance of Osmanthus in her room, just like the taste on her hair.

When he arrived at the studio, Tang xianrui asked, "how are you? What happened? "

Xiaomu looked up from a statement and said, "I don't know."

She almost didn't get angry.

"You don't know? What do you call me for? "

Xiaomu grabs his head.

"It's Xiaorui, your assistant brother, who asked me to call you in a hurry to say that he just found something important. You need to rush to the studio to deal with it."

Tang fenrui is stunned.

Assistant brother?

Yan xiechen killed that day?

She was so angry that she didn't speak. She could only see Xiaomu holding his head in confusion.

"Although I don't know what emergency he found, he is your assistant. I think he knows better than me. Sister Xiaorui, you can see him when you go back to your office."

Tang xianrui is very angry.

She was not only angry that she didn't ask about the situation, so the trade rushed over.

What's more, she is the only one in the studio who knows what Yan xiechen is, while others, such as Xiaomu, regard others as holy and serious.

Casually instigate Xiaomu to make a phone call. Xiaomu actually made a call.

If you have the ability, don't instigate others. Call yourself?

When hearing his voice, Tang Furui promised that he would not kill him.

So aggressively into the office, a push to open the door, she saw the sofa on the edge of a warm yellow lamp, Yan Xie Chen is reading a book.

Half of his body fell into the lazy pure white sofa, and the standing lamp higher than his head beside him was tirelessly casting a small arc of light on his page.

The light set off his face, and drew a warm golden border on the edge of the outline of his face.

Anyone who sees such a picture is breathless and unwilling to break the amazing and peaceful picture.

Only Tang fenrui hesitated for half a second. He picked up a mug and flew directly to Yan xiechen's head!

"Yan xiechen, you are the son of a bitch!"

A second later, the man's hand pauses in midair, catching the mug that smashes his head in midair.

His eyes were still on the book on his knee, his head was not raised, and even after the thrill, he calmly turned to the next page.

Tang fenrui rushes past.

"Why did you come to me? Don't tell me, it's really because you found something serious. "

Tang fenrui snatched the book from his knee. Originally, he intended to tear it up, but at a glance, it was the book on his bookshelf. In a second, he treasured it and put it back on the bookshelf.

Yan Xie Chen, who was robbed of the book, finally raised his head at this time.

He looked at Tang qiurui for a long time, his eyebrows and eyes were clean, and the edges and corners were clearly illuminated by the warm yellow light.

He suddenly smiled, a hand fell down, in front of him looking at the flying mug.

The fingers of the other hand tap on the armrest of the sofa.

"Miss Tang, do you want to kill people?" He said, "you know, anyone else might be dead on the ground by now."

Tang fenrui stood in front of him, with some commanding eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" she said. "And next time, please come to me directly. Don't use moustache as bait."

"Don't you take the bait willingly?"

He was not angry at all, but in a good mood. He pulled Tang fenrui down.

She was so pulled by him that she sat directly on his leg.

Tang Mirui wants to stand up, but the man presses her shoulder, does not let her stand.

"Xiaorui, do you remember what I promised that day?"

"What is it?"

Yan xiechen "tut" a, seems to express dissatisfaction.

"I forgot what I said so quickly. It seems that I didn't really care about it."

Tang fenrui struggles: "now it's in the studio. Please don't come here disorderly. In public, if Xiaomu is passing by..."

"What if I saw it?"

Yan xiechen is not afraid at all. He drags Tang xianrui and refuses to give up. "Aren't we here to talk about serious business?"

"Yan xiechen!"

She scolded angrily, and when she got back to the smell, she suddenly remembered that calling his name here was a very serious matter. It was not allowed to fall into anyone's ear, so she lowered her voice.

"You came to me just to touch my hands and take advantage of some tofu?"

She deliberately provoked him with words.

"It seems that I really look up to you. I thought how big the pattern of Yan Shaohui was."

Men are interested.

"What?"

Tang fenrui raised his chin and refused to give in at all.

"Recently, Huan Jing is too busy to work overtime in the company every day, focusing on his career, but what about you?" She just chuckled at him, "how can I feel that Yan Shao's life is full of wind, flowers and snow every day, and doesn't have any serious business?"

Yan Xie Chen chuckles.

He had a rather unbridled smile, with drooping eyelashes and clear white side faces. He flashed like a reef at the end of his eyes, but his face was not clear.

Tang fenrui thought he said this, and immediately compared the two men.

Yan Xie Chen should be annoyed.

But he didn't.

He took her hand, only to ask.

"Do you know what Huan Jing is busy with during this period?"

Tang fenrui pauses and asks, "what are you busy with?"

Yan xiechen breathed the fragrance of Osmanthus in the girl's hair, which seemed to smell good. He didn't give up, but he smelled more.

He closed his eyes and looked rather intoxicated.

"Of course, I'm trying to solve the problem I've made him."

He chuckled, and at the same time his breath wound down and landed in her ear.

It was hot and in a hurry, like the cool wind coming in the ventilation pipe, which made her legs numb.

"Qin Haotian is really a good chess piece. Thanks to your appointment last time, until now, he is still fighting against Huan Jing and setting obstacles for him everywhere."

Yan xiechen's breath gradually fell on her clavicle.

"And I just need to watch the play and see his real strength in the confrontation of several moves," he smiled, his voice was hoarse. "Isn't there a word, the mantis catches the cicada, the Yellow finch is behind."

Tang fenrui's heart pounded.

She gave Yan Xie Chen a little push, but she didn't push him.

The warm yellow light on the side of his face, where flashing a young man's momentum in the inevitable, and immeasurable ambition.

"You mean that this time Huanjing is in a tough trouble. It's just the beginning. You're hiding your backhand. After crossing this ridge, this game of chess really starts, isn't it?"

Yan xiechen's lips were curved: "Xiaorui, this is a trade secret. How can I tell you, just tell you?"

Tang fenrui didn't push him, but he didn't worry. Instead, in a few seconds, he suddenly changed his expression.

As soon as her tone changed, her fingers, like the snake without bones, slowly fell on his collar and untied his buttons.

Yan Xie Chen's expression, along with her movement slightly a lag, and the body also rigid.

"Yan Shao, if I add some chips Do you think sincerity is enough? "