Nangong Ling took the cup and did not feel suspicious. A cup of coffee slowly entered the esophagus and stomach. After years of habit, An Le'er can still remember it now, which made Nangong Ling feel warm.

An Le'er watched Nangong Ling finish drinking the coffee and gently raised the corners of her mouth. In this entertainment industry, she learned to disguise, learn to cheat, and even learn some tricks to be bad.

I remember that when I first entered this circle, I was also a pure woman. Apart from Nangong Ling, she had never had any relationship with any man, but what happened later completely changed her. The unspoken rules of every film and television company signed a contract became a stumbling block to her progress, and the repeated failures made her feel discouraged.

When she woke up one day in the director's bed, the sun in her world was covered by black clouds, and her purity was far away from her. From then on, she began to turn around on the men's bed, and even some perverted wealthy businessmen left bloody shadows on her body.

When she came to Dongcheng City, she had become a household name. What surprised her was the appearance of Nangong Ling, and she actually signed a contract with his company dramatically.

After drinking coffee, Nangong Ling was about to get up and leave. An Le'er, who was beside him, also stood up, held his forehead, leaned on Nangong Ling's shoulder, and said softly: "I'm so dizzy, Ling, please help me back to the bedroom."

Nangong Ling reached out to wrap his arms around An Le'er's weak shoulders and walked towards the bedroom just now. Because of the difference in height and current posture, he did not see the smile of the evil plan on An Le'er's face in his arms.

Nangong Lingfu Anle'er lay on the bed, his head was also a little dizzy. Looking at Anle'er who had closed his eyes, he got up and wanted to walk out the door, but the dizziness made him unable to move. I think he usually pays attention to exercise, and maybe he is a little tired after running back and forth recently, so he doesn't care about it.

However, just after taking two steps, his eyes turned dark. Nangong Ling staggered and held the cabinet beside the bed before he fell to the ground. An Le'er, who was lying on the bed, had already stood up and held Nangong Ling's arm, his eyes were full of anxiety. He helped Nangong Ling back to the bed and greeted him with concern: "Ling, how are you? Are you tired from rushing the plane? Why don't you take a rest with me first?"

Nangong Ling could no longer hear An Le'er's voice, and his eyes closed without being controlled, and slowly fell asleep.

An Le'er sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to caress the edges of Nangong Ling. The truest love this man gave before, but now he gave the truest pain. He lowered his head and printed a kiss on his forehead, his lips were down, and his lips were pressed against each other. At this time, only she was kissing true love with her heart, and he would never respond to his efforts.

She covered the quilt next to her on the two of them, and An Le'er hugged Nangong Ling's neck. Because of her illness, she felt a little sleepy. Without love, she could only use this method to keep Nangong Ling by her side for only one night.

After dinner, Jiang Xiyan in the villa had her dinner and went to the study to watch the net. In the empty villa, every step seemed to have echoes. Because of fear, she had turned on all the lights and walked to the window from time to time to see if there were any flashing headlights in the night, but in the end it was disappointing her.

Until midnight, the outside of the villa was already dark, and Nangong Ling failed to make an appointment and did not come back.

Jiang Xiyan was in conflict. At first, she didn't want Nangong Ling to come back. She was afraid that her existence would affect their marriage. As she said, she didn't want to be a third party. The love she wanted was mutual possession and mutual uniqueness. Now she urgently hopes that when she walked to the window, she could see the familiar car shadows. She had been separated for so long, and she also missed his coldness.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Xiyan took off her coat and wanted to rest, the phone on the table rang, and she felt nervous. Nangong Ling said she would come back later. At this time, she thought that except for Nangong Ling, she would call her, she could not think of anyone else. She answered the phone with a hint of excitement: "President, when will you come back?"

A brief pause occurred on the other side of the phone, which made Jiang Xiyan a little confused. Just as he was about to speak again, Wen Weichen's voice appeared opposite him, but the voice covered his anger: "Yanyan, I finally finished my work and gave you a call. Why are you still thinking about your president?" Although he was a little unhappy, Wen Weichen still stroked the photo of Jiang Xiyan in his hand. It was taken on her desk last time. Now this photo has been reframed and placed on his desk.

Jiang Xiyan scratched her head embarrassedly, and her face was covered with some flushing, for such a misunderstanding: "No... the president has a job to explain. I'm waiting for his phone call. Are you having something to ask me for?"

Wen Weichen could imagine Jiang Xiyan's loss now, just as he had not heard his name from the other party, but it was not the time to confess to her, so he could only bury this relationship in his heart: "Oh, it's okay, I just finished my business and wanted to talk to someone, but I thought of you. The master will come next Saturday. He is already planning to participate in the cooking competition in this world. I have an invitation letter here. Then you and I will go and cheer for your master."

This game is actually just a contest between Nangong Ling and Nangong Lie. It doesn’t matter whether they go or not. But when they think of the bet of that game, Wen Weichen was very excited. He could only ask Jiang Xiyan to meet him for this reason.

Jiang Xiyan was silent for a moment. She learned about Yang Bojun's participation in the competition through the newspapers that she was promoting. She also happened to want to meet the elder. She thought about her work arrangements and was off on Saturday. If she didn't work overtime, she could go: "Okay, I'll go there on Saturday, too. I haven't seen Uncle Yang for a long time."

After the two made an appointment, Jiang Xiyan ended the phone call early. She didn't have the habit of talking with people on the phone in the middle of the night and stretched. Since Nangong Ling didn't come back, she should have a good rest. She still has a lot of work tomorrow. Only by cultivating enough can she avoid making small mistakes at work, although she has never made any mistakes.

Wen Weichen stared at the phone with a smile. The fatigue of work has relieved him. Occasionally, he felt extremely comfortable when he heard the voice of this little girl. In the photos in his hand, Jiang Xiyan never smiled, attracted his eyes, put the phone on the desk, and gently printed a kiss on it on it.

When Jiang Xiyan was still in college, Wen Weichen's car accidentally scratched her calves. The feeling of holding Jiang Xiyan at that time was unforgettable for him.

After a brief bandage in the hospital, Jiang Xiyan actually ran away while he was paying the money. He searched for most of the East City but couldn't find her.
Chapter completed!