Before Yan Zhen could react, he saw a red light that was very bright and very dark, and the naughty little girl was gone.
A paper airplane slowly flew in front of him.
Yan Zhi grabbed the flying plane with quick eyes and hands, walked to the window and looked at the opposite side. They were really close, as far as the eye could see, within reach.
His hand slowly raised to his lips. Her warmth and moisture seemed to still remain on those soft lips.
"Little pervert!"
Yan Zhen curled up his pretty lips, a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and scolded her affectionately.
He glanced left and right, as if he was afraid of being peeped by others, and after making sure no one was there, he stretched out his tongue and swept it along the lips that Sijin had kissed, as if he could indirectly kiss her good morning.
There was boundless pampering in his eyes, as if nothing could cover it.
He sat on his special seat with unfinished thoughts, slowly unfolded the paper airplane, looked at the bright lipstick mark on it, and became dissatisfied with desire again.
"What a annoying little pervert!"
Yan Zhen's eyes could not move away from the bright lipstick mark for a moment. He read out her delicate words one by one, and finally his eyes were fixed on the last sentence: "Come to me at six o'clock in the evening.
this."
Subconsciously, he glanced at the watch on his left hand. Why was it only eight o'clock in the morning?
He was scratching his head, wishing that time would fly by. The next second it would be six o'clock in the evening. At this moment, he could only think: How should he spend the long days?
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Yan Zhen had been immersed in some kind of impatience and excitement all day long, but when he was working, he was cold and cold. Even if he was full of longing for a certain woman, others couldn't tell.
He is able to deal with all kinds of complex and thorny problems around him with ease in the most nonchalant manner. The training in the past few years, although difficult, has really trained people. He has never regretted it. Instead, he views it with a grateful attitude.
These seven years of training.
At noon, he received phone calls from his father and mother, as well as uncles, aunts and uncles. Sijin came to see him, all gossiping and wanting to know his story and his attitude. He dealt with them one by one.
What attitude can he have? She is his woman, and no matter what happens, he will not be angry with her.
She had come all the way to find him, and it was impossible even if he thought about it.
He just hated that he didn't have the ability to always occupy the most important position in her heart;
In Sijin's heart, he must be important, but to what extent he is important, he is not that confident. This can be seen from the paper heart he gave her a few days ago, and she was careless and did not reply.
Yan Zhen put away the phone, a wry smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and continued to work hard.
However, on this day, someone unexpectedly came to see him.
He didn't want to meet him at first, but another good friend, Wu Yifan, called him eight times in a row. His persistent attitude was really annoying.
Yan Zhi asked his secretary to drive him to a box reserved by Wu Yifan.
He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and a laptop on his lap. He continued to deal with official duties and turned a blind eye to Han Yin, who had stood in front of him for half an hour and became squirmy and silent.
"You don't want to see me, why don't you say anything?" Yan Zhen seemed to have taken some time out of his busy schedule, raised his eyes, and looked at Han Yin in a leisurely manner.
Hanyin bit her lip and remained silent for a while.