"Huanyan, how are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Chu Yichen's hand gently patted Tong Huanyan's arm, his words full of concern.
"It's okay, I had a good sleep and I feel many years younger again, hehe!" Tong Huanyan smiled and stuck out her pink tongue, looking very playful.
Chu Yichen's mind was inexplicably shaken. This little woman could always easily fall into the swamp of love. But when he thought of this body that he couldn't touch, Chu Yichen's heart sank unconsciously.
Shen.
With his peripheral vision, he glanced at Song Qianlian, who was standing on the other side of him, and found that she did not have any resentment or jealousy. On the contrary, the gentle smile on her face seemed to encourage herself: cherish the happiness in front of her.
An unprecedented sense of accomplishment rose in Chu Yichen's heart. Having the woman he loved deeply as his wife, and having a woman he didn't have to take responsibility for, was such a wonderful life!
Seeing Chu Yichen's proud face, Song Qianlian felt happy. It seemed that her tactics were correct. The more "sensible" she looked, the more Chu Yichen would not let go of her.
In fact, it was not that Chu Yichen's cell phone ran out of battery last night, but that he spent the whole night with Song Qianlian. To be specific, the two of them had been together since lunch.
.In order to prevent others from disturbing his sexual life, things like mobile phones must be turned off.
At noon the day before, after Chu Yichen received Song Qianlian's request to have dinner together, the two met at a newly opened Japanese restaurant near Qiaochu Company.
Facing Song Qianlian, Chu Yichen always felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart, especially the dots of red plums on the bed sheets, which made Chu Yichen feel even more that he owed this woman.
Obviously, Song Qianlian was aware of this, so she blatantly called Chu Yichen and asked to have lunch together.
However, is Song Qianlian’s goal really just as simple as having lunch together?
Sitting in the private room of the restaurant, Song Qianlian carefully prepared dishes for Chu Yichen and frequently toasted to this man. After half an hour, Song Qianlian's face was already blushing.
The blush caused by alcohol made Song Qianlian's already charming face look even more enchanting, making Chu Yichen look in a daze.
"Chen, I feel so dizzy..." Her red lips parted slightly, and Song Qianlian's whole body shook slightly, as if she might really faint at any moment.
Chu Yichen naturally would not stand idly by when a beautiful lady was in trouble. He quickly stood up and walked to Song Qianlian, holding that boneless body in his arms, and asked with some worry: "Qianlian, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Don’t you want me to take you to the hospital to sober up?”
Chu Yichen, who originally blamed himself for not drinking so much with Song Qianlian, suddenly gave up all self-blame the moment Ruanyu fell into his arms.
The unique fragrance of the woman in his arms filled all of Chu Yichen's senses. If there wasn't a trace of clarity reminding him that this was a hotel, he would have really wanted to ride on Song Qianlian's body right away and ride around as he pleased.
Song Qianlian's originally hazy eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light, but at this time, Chu Yichen's position could no longer be seen.
Song Qianlian today is wearing a black tight-fitting deep V short skirt. Coupled with Song Qianlian's hot figure, even if she is not leaning close to her, just looking at her from a distance is enough to make a man burst with desire, not to mention Chu Yi at this time.
The location of Chen can be seen even more thoroughly.