Qiao Jinhuan shouted in a low voice, her cheeks were slightly red, she couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger.
"Um."
Rong Yan responded, but didn't let go, "I'll hold you, you can fall even if you walk in your own home..."
"I told you to take your hands off me."
Qiao Jinhuan said coquettishly, patted his chest, and poked his wet shirt with her fingertips.
Once upon a time.
The force is a bit heavy, but it doesn't hurt, just like a cat's claw without sharp nails.
Rong Yan's heart felt as if there was a burst of fire burning when she pressed her, and her eyes were so hot.
"Whatever I look at, it's all your fault."
Qiao Jinhuan unceremoniously put all the blame on Rong Yan, with a blaming look in his eyes, but also a hint of half-hearted interest.
Tsk~This figure...
Qiao Jinhuan put a hand on his hard abdomen and didn't even raise her eyes to look at Rong Yan.
But Rong Yan kept looking at her, and after a few seconds, his expression showed a hint of enlightenment and temptation.
In the end, he carried Qiao Jinhuan into the house.
A small piece of Rong Yan's clothes got wet. After entering the door, he unbuttoned two more buttons with one hand, revealing large swathes of scenery unbridled, which made Qiao Jinhuan a feast for the eyes.
He gently pushed up his glasses, and the low-key luxury watch on his tight forearms was emitting a faint reflection.
Qiao Jinhuan couldn't help but look at him more.
very nice.
So be it.
Keep your eyes on me!
Rong Yan seemed to be concentrating on arranging his clothes, but in fact he had been paying attention to Qiao Jinhuan's every move. When he saw the rare admiration in her eyes, he knew what he should do next.
But before he could say anything, Qiao Jinhuan snorted and hurried upstairs.
After a while, he walked down again and threw the clothes in his hands next to Rong Yan, "Go and change clothes. This belongs to my brother and has not been worn yet."
"good."
Rong Yan stood up and walked towards Qiao Jinhuan with steady steps. Suddenly he bent down and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to take a look?"
Qiao Jinhuan:!!!
think!
Rong Yan’s method has evolved really well~
"Who wants to see it? You are wronging me!"
Qiao Jinhuan immediately raised her voice and accused Rong Yan, but her red cheeks and erratic eyes still betrayed the truth in her words.
Rong Yan immediately laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Qiao Jinhuan asked again.
Seeing that the little girl had a look of annoyance on her face, Rong Yan put it down and said, "No, I just think Jin Huan is cute."
"I want you to tell me."
Qiao Jinhuan turned around and left.
After taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and looked at Rong Yan with a straight face, "I'm telling you, I hate it, do you know it?"
"Yeah, I know."
Words that usually sound distressing, at this moment, inevitably sound like harsh words.
Rong Yan pursed his lips, fearing that if he laughed again, he would really make people angry.
He went upstairs to change his clothes obediently, and Qiao Jinhuan also changed into a skirt and came out.
I don't know if it was because of the unexpected intimacy just now, but Qiao Jinhuan felt a little more uncomfortable when he saw Rong Yan again, and he was not like before, making things difficult for others when he saw him.
Instead, he sat on the sofa and stared intently, as if this person was not there.
Rong Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and fiddled with the coffee that the butler had just brought.
The coffee spoon lightly collided with the cup wall, making a crisp sound. He turned his back slightly to the sun, and after a while, he bent down and pushed the coffee in front of Qiao Jinhuan.
A close-fitting shirt, a neat tie, a slender and fair neck with a somewhat seductive Adam's apple in the center, and a big, bony hand resting on the cup, looking a little lazy and wanton.
The smooth and obvious mandible and the smiling eyes are exuding ultimate charm.
If this had happened earlier, the original owner would not have obeyed earlier!
Qiao Jinhuan pursed her lips and couldn't help but glance at him.
"What are you doing?"
Qiao Jinhuan's tone was slightly gentler than before.
And this point made Rong Yan feel more certain - she really liked my face and body. No wonder she didn't really ignore him no matter how angry she was before.
very good!
Rong Yan seemed to be grabbing the life-saving piece of wood when he was drowning, his eyes were shining.
"Here you go, I'm going to have dinner with my partners tonight, would you like to go with me?" Rong Yan asked in a low voice.
Qiao Jinhuan shook his head, "I won't go."
Rong Yan had no intention of taking her there.
He just wanted to use an excuse to start a conversation with Qiao Jinhuan.
Even if Qiao Jinhuan still didn't pay much attention to him, he told himself that he could still chat for a long time.
He didn't get up and leave until the hour hand pointed to six.
Qiao Jinhuan raised her eyebrows slightly and watched him slowly walk away, disappearing amid the roar of vehicles.
"This one, Jue."
018, who didn't know when he came back, couldn't help but praise, "Host, what a blessing~ Give me this blessing, I will definitely want it."
"You are really free every day."
Qiao Jinhuan took two sips of her own scented tea.
With such a huge piece of meat in front of her, she couldn't even drink the soup for the time being... that was impossible.
If there are no conditions, then create conditions for yourself.
If she can't take the initiative, why can't she let Rong Yan take the initiative?
Qiao Jinhuan thought leisurely.
On the other side, Rong Yan had no idea that everything in the afternoon was a trap by Qiao Jinhuan. He was still thinking about how to make himself look better.
Not long after, he called his special assistant.
"Chiffon, prepare two top styling teams for me."
Qi Feng:???
"Mr. Rong, are you going to attend some banquet?"
"No, just everyday style."
As he said this, Rong Yanxu was afraid that he would not understand well, so he added, "The kind that Jin Huan likes."
Chiffon:......
Others are all women who want to please their own appearance. How come you are so good at it, why do you dress up yourself instead?
"Okay, Mr. Rong, I understand what you mean. I will contact the two styling teams at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to prepare for you at all times."
I feel like this styling team can’t hire anyone who is too serious.
Qi Feng thought about it and went to ask the major stylists privately.
Rong Yan knew that he could handle the matter well, so he didn't say anything more, hung up the phone and went directly to the banquet.
He arrived relatively late, and the Jiang family had been waiting inside for about ten minutes.
Jiang Yu was also sitting inside, and when he saw Rong Yan, his whole body felt as if there were dozens of lice, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
"Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang."
Rong Yan greeted him politely and distantly, with a bit of pride.
As for Jiang Yu, he simply dismissed him as such.
Mrs. Jiang felt helpless when she saw this, "Mr. Rong, long time no see."
"Indeed, how is Mrs. Jiang doing lately?"
Rong Yan's attitude towards Mrs. Jiang, who had helped her when she was young, was a little gentler.
After all, if Mrs. Jiang hadn't occasionally been concerned about him and sent someone to check on him, he might have been drowned by the stepmother silently, or pushed downstairs and thrown to death, or starved to death...