At noon the next day, when Shangguan Wudao flew from Beijing to Hangzhou, he got his wish and saw Yan Xiaolan sleeping in the open-wall office on the fifteenth floor of the Hyatt Building, which is the top floor.
"I didn't expect you have changed a lot after not seeing each other for just a few days." Shangguan Wudao stroked Yan Xiaolan's thin face lying on the sofa, feeling an unspeakable heartache. Every time he didn't see Yan Xiaolan,
, he was ruthlessly planning how to use Yan Xiaolan, but when he actually saw Yan Xiaolan, in addition to being a little unbearable, he also felt a little painful.
It's strange to say that he should hate Yan Xiaolan now, right? It is precisely because of Yan Xiaolan's kick that his business in Hangzhou has fallen into the current crisis state. But staring at the beauty in front of him
It was so lovely, but his heart felt a rare throbbing. This kind of throbbing was like a man suddenly seeing the girl he has been in love with for a long time, sour and sweet.
"You, you, why are you here? Am I here?"
When Shangguan Wudao held Yan Xiaolan's hand, Yan Xiaolan suddenly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the trace of love in Shangguan Wudao's eyes when he held her hand.
Like a father, like a brother, and more like a child.
"What do you think?" Shangguan Wudao let go of Yan Xiaolan's hand. The originally clear eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by boundless turbidity. He suddenly changed back to the original person who Yan Xiaolan hated so much.
The big nasty pervert, the big devil.
"This is Hangzhou?! Where is Uncle Qin? What did you do to him?" Yan Xiaolan sat up eagerly, grabbed Shangguan Wudao's lapel, and shook him.
"Which Uncle Qin? I don't know him." Shangguan Wudao coldly pushed away Yan Xiaolan's hand that was grabbing his lapel, stood up, and walked away. Now, he felt very unhappy. What the hell are you doing?
Well, a woman actually grabbed him by the lapel of his clothes and talked to him in a questioning tone. If this spreads out, where will his reputation as the cool CEO of Sunwell Group go? As for the identity of another princeling leader
, which made him even more forced to save face.
"You're talking nonsense -" Yan Xiaolan casually picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Shangguan Wudao.
Shangguan Wudao asked himself that his martial arts skills were not weak, but for some reason, he did not escape the ordinary pillow that Yan Xiaolan threw at him, and was hit with one blow.
"You hateful woman, you'd better stay here quietly. You know, I haven't settled the accounts with you for what happened last time. I don't often have a good temper." Shangguan Wudao took three steps.
He walked up to Yan Xiaolan in two steps, lowered his head and said coldly to Yan Xiaolan. His body odor was clearly transmitted into Yan Xiaolan's nostrils.
Just when Yan Xiaolan was smelling Shangguan Wudao's body odor and was dumbfounded for a moment, Shangguan Wudao suddenly stretched out his right hand, gently lifted her chin, and stared at her with a frivolous and ambiguous look, which made her very uncomfortable.
"You are shameless, bastard!" Yan Xiaolan opened Shangguan Wudao's right hand and cursed angrily.
It is said that hitting someone with a broken palm is very painful. I don’t know if Yan Xiaolan’s palm is a broken palm. Anyway, Shangguan Wudao feels that the back of his right hand is particularly painful.
"You bastard, do you really think I won't do anything to you? Just wait for me, I'll have a good look at you tonight." Shangguan Wudao said and left the office angrily.