When the beauties of the fishing department start flirting

Chapter 22

Lin Yan opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. This was not her car, she drove out from Minhangzhou.

"It seems that men like to flirt." Mrs. Zhou sat in the co-pilot, her tone apologetic, "But she doesn't flirt with you either."

Lin Yan looked at his own face in the mirror, "What nonsense."

Mrs. Zhou felt that Lin Yan was coquettish without knowing it, natural, casual, deep down, full of style.

Don't look at Lin Yan's honest and dignified appearance, as long as Lin Yan gets restless, no one will be able to embarrass her.

Wiping her tears, Mrs. Zhou said, "Sorry, I really didn't mean that. I didn't scold you."

Lin Yan turned the steering wheel: "I know."

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light, and a top-end Bentley parked side by side on Lin Yan's left.

Lin Yan was very familiar with that car. It was a new Bentley this year, and there were not many in Hong Kong City. Lin Yan pressed the window of the car, looked over, looked at the man, and smiled charmingly.

Special Assistant Xu glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, "President, it's your wife, you stepped on the accelerator hard."

Minhangzhou was smoking a cigarette, nothing happened.

Special Assistant Xu was thoughtful: "My wife always drives fast when she's in a bad mood. This speed..."

Minhangzhou looked at Lin Yan, she put her hand on the car window and hooked her fingers towards Minhangzhou, not too tempting, like desire, but in Minhangzhou's eyes, desire is superficial.

After a while, Min Hangzhou closed the computer: "Follow her."

Thus, from the city avenue to the city pedestrian street, it became a small track where Bentley galloped to "chase" the red supercar.

Not letting go, Lin Yan switched the driving mode button and gasped. The color of the car is dazzling, and the limited edition is ostentatious.

Min Hangzhou felt that Lin Yan was messing with him, he had said about her poor driving skills.

After Lin Yan sent Mrs. Zhou out of the car, she drove to the underground parking lot with few people, and the Bentley also got off.

Lin Yan pushed the door and got out of the car, and knocked on the window of Minhangzhou, "Is the CEO here to give me a card for shopping?"

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the cigarette butt for a while, then laughed, took out a pen and filled out the check, and didn't ask the woman how much she wanted, he could give as much as he wanted, no one could influence his decision, it was up to him to please.

Minhangzhou is Minhangzhou, maybe spoiling you today, and completely forgetting your existence tomorrow.

The check was passed out of the car window, Lin Yan reached out to take it, but Minhangzhou deliberately refused to give it, teasing her, and said in a loose voice, "Come up and get it."

Lin Yan opened the car door and got in the car, Xu Tezhu immediately got out of the car and hid far away, his movements were very skillful.

The temperature inside the car is quite low, and the surroundings outside the car are quiet and gloomy. The scent of ebony mixed with lychee sweet perfume is infinitely magnified, blending ambiguity and restraint. This kind of atmosphere can easily make people dizzy.

Minhangzhou said, "Where are you going?"

Lin Yan said, "You are so busy, how dare I disturb you."

He smirked, but didn't speak.

It's as if it doesn't matter whether she clung to him or not. These "playing hard to get" tricks are probably eaten too much by You Xuan. They are immune, and most people can't catch them.

But Lin Yan didn't want to play hard to get, he really wanted to film a movie and was busy with Mrs. Zhou's affairs.

The two were sitting next to each other, and Min Hangzhou was on the phone, presumably to be busy with something.

The speech over there was too official, and Lin Yan couldn't understand, so he moved his seat and sat down, leaning against the car door and staring at Minhangzhou.

The more you stare, the more addicted you become. How can there be a man whose facial features are all in the points she likes, with shallow eyes and a straight nose.

She seldom pays attention to men who smoke, but Minhangzhou is different. With a cigarette between his long fingers, the smoke lingers around his finger bones. He is deadly sexy, and every movement he makes while sitting there is a picture of the atmosphere.

It was tempting, that kind of blow was like a gun being loaded, and it shot hard at the tip of her heart, engraving it into the heart and lungs.

Until he hung up the phone, Lin Yan hugged his arm: "Do you know Zhou Qiyang?"

"Who."

Obviously he didn't know who the name was. Only others remembered his name, Minhangzhou. How could Minhangzhou remember others? Lin Yan didn't bother to say.

Lin Yan leaned her head on his shoulder, and what was hanging in her heart was habit or the simplest flirting between husband and wife. Lin Yan didn't know. Habitual movements, even habitual movements, couldn't be changed at once: "Don't mention it, I'm annoying. If you're dead, you'll just be busy and ignore me."

His tone is often: "Stopped you?"

Lin Yan looked at him: "You don't have any?"

The check in Minhangzhou's hand was stuffed into her collar.

The man's hot and humid fingertips brushed the soft place intentionally or unintentionally, it was very irritating, the feeling hit Lin Yan's lower abdomen and tightened, and under his bad intentions, he pulled off Min Hangzhou's collar and sucked a mouthful on his neck.

She is his wife, who should be the one to whom.

Min Hangzhou felt nothing and pushed her away.

Lin Yan stared at the red mark, his watery eyes looked innocent and harmless, and said softly: "The president gives money to do things, otherwise I will not feel at ease."

Min Hangzhou raised his hand to caress the marks on his neck, facing her collarbone, glanced at her, locked the car door, reached out and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her under his eyelids, and pressed her against the car door, "raise your head."

Lin Yan said "Huh?", followed his sexy and deep voice and raised his head, "No playing, there are cameras nearby."

"Someone will deal with it." He bowed his head and kissed her, pestering her.

All Lin Yan's words were stuck in his throat, and he grabbed the man's shoulder with his fingers.

long time.

She wiped the corners of her mouth in Minhangzhou's arms, panting lightly: "Eat my lipstick again."

(End of this chapter)