She was incoherent: "Sorry, Mr. Wang...I can't..."
He stared at her and took a step forward, but she quickly retreated, almost backing to the railing of the terrace, her face turned pale: "No... don't..."
Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
That night, he kept sorting out some documents in the study. Yan Xixi kept turning on the light, but he never went back to the bedroom again.
It was three days later to see Wang Donglin again.
Since the day passed, Yan Xixi felt a little embarrassed when she saw him. He smiled gently and handed her a box: "Xixi, see if you like it?"
She opened it and there was a car key inside.
She shook her head: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, but I don't have a driver's license yet."
"It's okay, I'll send someone to teach you tomorrow and I'll be on the road soon."
He was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Yan Xixi played with the car keys anxiously, knowing in his heart that he could not let him go so easily.
At this moment, she saw the screen of the phone next to her lit up, and it seemed that she had received a WeChat message. It was Wang Donglin's mobile phone. She never looked at his mobile phone privately, and he seemed to have no intention of being prepared and often put it on.
In front of her.
But today she was curious, so she picked it up. It was indeed a new WeChat message. As soon as she opened it, the sender was "Zhou Ting": "Donglin, can you arrive on time tomorrow?"
She simply read all the chat records in the previous one. The previous one was posted yesterday: "Donglin, we are about to get married, but we spend so little time together. Although it is a match made by both parents, we must cultivate feelings before marriage.
I'll attend a meeting in Bangkok tomorrow and have three days off to spend with you."
Below is Wang Donglin's reply, three very simple words: "No problem".
Zhou Ting’s WeChat avatar is very beautiful and dignified, and she can tell that she is a wise career woman. Judging from the half-joking tone of sending WeChat, she is also a smart person.
Once the time is counted, Wang Donglin will fly to Bangkok tomorrow.
She silently put her phone back to its original place, and soon, Wang Donglin came out.
The bathrobe he was on was open, and he walked straight over and hugged Yan Xixi. She struggled slightly, but this time, he was very strong and firmly bound her.
He picked her up and left. The next moment, the two were already lying on the bed.
At this moment, Yan Xixi's mind was filled with the text message. Tonight, he would have fun with her, and tomorrow, he would have fun with Zhou Ting in Bangkok.
man!
Her hand rested on his chest and sat up: "Mr. Wang, I have found a house and can move out tomorrow..."
He firmly said: "No!"
"You promised me before, and I will give me freedom after graduation..."
His eyes were dark and he could not bear it anymore, so he reached out to hug her again: "Fine, don't be tempted."
"Mr. Wang, I must move out tomorrow."
He let go of his hand and said in a deep voice: "Yan Xixi, what do you mean?"
She was even more strange than him. She said it so clearly, could he not understand?
She simply got out of bed, opened his mobile phone WeChat and handed it to him: "Mr. Wang, you are going to get married. Although I am nothing, you should at least respect Miss Zhou Ting."
Wang Donglin's expression changed drastically.
She said lightly, "Sorry, Mr. Wang, when you were in the bathroom, I saw that the screen of my phone lighted up, so I picked it up and looked at it. I'm sorry."