Zhuang Mingyue's face was full of panic, and she fled back to the room at a loss.

Close the door firmly and lock it.

His whole body was pressed against the door, his hands were trembling, and he kept wiping his lips, as if he had touched something unclean.

Although her first kiss had been given to Zhan Yan on her own initiative, she was secretly kissing him while he was drunk.

Zhan Yan pushed her away hard, and now she can't forget the extremely disgusted look in his eyes when he looked at her.

But she is no longer the Zhuang Mingyue she used to be.

She didn't want anything to do with him at all.

nausea!

It seemed like countless flies were landing on her.

Don't stop until your lips are red, swollen, numb, and no longer painful.

She thought about it and wondered why she fell on Zhan Yan.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing is simply impossible to happen.

But Zhan Yan was in a drunken state, and Zhuang Mingyue couldn't find any reason to doubt him.

Zhuang Mingyue comforted herself that this was just an accident, don't take it to heart...

But lying on the bed, Zhuang Mingyue tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

All my mind was occupied by Zhan Yan’s face…

Downstairs living room.

Zhan Yan sat quietly, the black and white in his pupils were not clear, giving people a hazy feeling that was not drunk but not drunk. He finished the plain noodles in the bowl by mistake. The taste was a delicacy he had never tasted outside.

.

With such good cooking skills, could it be that all the time you pretended not to know how to cook was just an act?

But it didn't seem to be the case. Zhan Yan thought about it and thought that Zhuang Mingyue had a specialized cooking class.

It’s not unusual to know how to cook noodles.

In the accident just now, he deliberately tripped her, just to see how Zhuang Mingyue would react.

Unexpectedly, the way Zhuang Mingyue looked at him obviously changed.

Now as long as he comes within three steps of Zhuang Mingyue, she will obviously resist.

But this feeling made him feel a little strange.

Keeping distance from him is not because of Bai Yushu.

But simply because of disgust and fear...

Could it be that she noticed something?

Zhuang Mingyue, what on earth... do you know?

Zhan Yan was used to controlling everything, but now Zhuang Mingyue gave her a feeling that she couldn't control it.

She seemed to be hiding something that he couldn't see through.

As for the banker, if he wants to get it, Zhuang Haisheng should also die.

If Zhuang Mingyue, the chess piece, can't be used by him, he doesn't mind destroying her!

After eating the noodles, Zhan Yan's drunkenness disappeared a lot, and his stomach was not so uncomfortable. He lit a cigarette and blew out a mouthful of white mist.

I rarely smoke at exhibition banquets, unless it is for socializing, and I only smoke a few if I can't push it away...

I don't know how much time passed, but Zhuang Mingyue's mind was still clear.

"Dong dong dong..."

Zhuang Mingyue was startled by the sudden knock on the door.

Zhuang Mingyue hid under the quilt and made no sound.

She knew it was a banquet. It was already two o'clock in the morning and Aunt Wu had gone back.

Zhuang Haisheng didn't come back either, so she was the only one in the house.

Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes and pretended not to hear and said nothing...

"Mingyue, are you asleep?"

Zhuang Mingyue said nothing.

In addition to the knocking on the door, there was also the sound of her heartbeat.

She swore that she would never fall into the gentle trap of the banquet.

After a while.

The knocking on the door disappeared.

The exhibition banquet also left.

It took a long time before she dared to move.

…

The next day, Zhuang Mingyue woke up very late.

It was already three or four o'clock when she fell asleep yesterday.

Zhuang Mingyue got up in the morning and put on her underwear and nightgown, covered her mouth and walked downstairs while slapping Ha Che.

"Wu Ma, what did you eat this morning?"

Mother Wu was busy in the kitchen and replied: "Master Zhan is a little cold. I stewed some porridge. I will serve it to Master Zhan first. There is some left in the pot. You can serve it yourself."

Zhuang Mingyue was a little surprised, "How could he get sick when he is so good? Wasn't he fine yesterday?"

"It's my fault too. I thought that Master Zhan had left, so I put the quilt away first to avoid dust." Just as Wu Ma was about to serve the porridge, something suddenly occurred to her, "Ah, I almost forgot. At home.

I have finished my fever-reducing medicine. I have to go out and buy some."

"Mingyue, are you free? Help me serve it to Master Zhan."

"I understand, Mother Wu, go ahead! Just let me take care of my brother's side."

Zhuang Mingyue actually felt a little guilty.

Zhanyan's illness has something to do with her.

Zhuang Mingyue went upstairs with her porridge, but she didn't even eat it herself.

When I got to the room upstairs, I knocked on the door of the banquet room.

"Brother, are you awake?"

A cough came from the room: "Cough cough cough... Come in, the door is unlocked."

Zhuang Mingyue opened the door and walked in. What she didn't expect was that besides the banquet, there was also Qi Cheng.

Zhan Yan closed the document and said: "...Today's meeting will be postponed for now. I will continue to follow up on this project."

"That's it for now. You go back to the company first and call me if anything happens."

"Okay, general manager." Qi Cheng picked up the briefcase, looked at Zhuang Mingyue and nodded, which was considered a greeting.

"Why is it you Mingyue? Where is Wu Ma?"

"She went out to buy fever-reducing medicine for you."

Qi Cheng left, and Zhuang Mingyue took the porridge and put it on the bedside table, "Brother, you are sick, so you better stop being busy and eat first!"

"Let's leave it for now." Zhan Yan still stared at the computer screen with a serious expression. When a man is working, the aura on his body is indeed very attractive.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't know that once he started working, he would definitely lose track of time. By the time he thought about it, the porridge would have gone cold.

In the past, she might have taken away the computer and forcefully forced him to eat.

But this time she won't care anymore.

"Brother, remember to eat, don't forget. I'll go back and review my homework first."

"Okay, if there are any questions you don't know, you can bring them to me and ask me."

Zhuang Mingyue nodded, turned around and left the room, closing the door softly so as not to disturb him.

When Zhuang Mingyue said she would go back to review her homework, she didn't. Instead, she went downstairs to watch TV.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already past 12 noon.

If Zhuang Haisheng doesn't come back after twelve o'clock in the morning, then he must have something to do and won't come back today.

Without him, Zhuang Mingyue lived a more comfortable life.

The external injuries have scabbed over, but the internal injuries will still cause severe pain if she moves too much.

Yesterday, I fell on the hard Zhan Yan. It was almost fine at first, but now it seems to be more painful.
To be continued...