"Glass of Wine"

Fuiwen's article,

The most fear of cloudy afternoons in spring is that time is like a part of it being cut off and it is coming to night early.

Yan Han came out of the studio, looked at the gray sky, and thought about going to the company where he had not yet finished the rain, and asked him if he had time to have dinner together.

The Autumn and Winter Fashion Week was finally completed. She has been busy with this matter for a while and has never met her husband much. The last time she met, it seemed that she was still... celebrating the New Year?

I'm so embarrassed. He probably hasn't forgotten her wife yet.

The key is that he can do it too. She doesn't look for him, and he has never glanced at her. He has the strength to thoroughly implement the life style that a married couple should have.

People think that even she is at home and abroad now.

Oh.

After entering the pink supercar parked at the door, Yan Han slid his car into the main road of the city.

Her company is in the most valuable city center in Taipei City. The car is always like a flowing water at the door, and the sports car is like a snail when it comes on the road, and occasionally stops.

Yan Han didn't care, and was comfortable in the wind, and even thought with a smile on his face. When he met later, what should she call him? Is it... in front of his staff and secretary, Tiantian approached and called her husband; or... I'll take it up and ask, Xi Quan, what are you doing~

Thinking of this, she shook her tremblingly, feeling that both of them would confuse her husband, who had not met many times after marriage, and then looked at her with an expression of "What's wrong with you? Do you need me to support you when the company goes bankrupt?"

Why.

Taking advantage of the parking lot again, she picked up her phone and opened the address book, quickly dialed the number that was topped, and confirmed whether he was in the company or not, don’t let it go.

If Xi Quan's number is sorted by her mobile phone, it must be placed behind thousands of numbers in her address book, so she typed a before his name and put him first.

Just after a second of the time, Yan Han's car swayed. She leaned forward and her phone slid from her palm and fell into the crack of the chair.

Yan Han held the steering wheel and looked sideways at the rearview mirror, rear-end, and the one chasing her was also a supercar, red.

She frowned slightly. The car she drove today was her favorite...I don't know what it was like.

Next, an acquaintance got out of the car. She had a tall figure, graceful steps, fluffy waves, and her signature big red lips. She was a Korean model for the show she just finished.

Her eyes finally fell on the other party's seven-inch high heels, and she also saw the reason for the rear-end collision.

Yan Han stopped the car and put on sunglasses, slowly bent over to touch his phone. When he saw that he had just fallen, he had hung up the phone and didn't make it.

She put away her cell phone and planned to call after processing.

It just so happened that the Korean model Miss Li Shanqiu had already recognized her car and walked out the window.

The beautiful international supermodel bent down to her through a car door, smiled slightly, and said in a not-so-neat Chinese: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I didn't expect it to be your car. I forgot to change into flat shoes and didn't pay attention for a while. I'm so sorry."

Yan Han just smiled and nodded at her, "Please take insurance."

She didn't get off the car, not because she was as the chief designer of the brand, nor because of the accident, but because she found that there were people outside, and the two supercars collided, and the road was suddenly unblocked. The onlookers' mobile phones and eyes were all aimed at them. She didn't like it very much and didn't want to be exposed.

Seeing that she had not got out of the car and her face was normal, Li Shanqiu thought she was a little angry, so she nodded and called and apologized again, "I'm so sorry, Miss Yan."

Yan Han pulled his lips and knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to say anything more, so there was no need.

Li Shanqiu immediately called and called her husband to the phone.

Yan Han raised his eyebrows under his sunglasses. Is this married? That's quite low-key, an international supermodel. I remember that the other party only posted a heart painting on the beach on his social account and announced his relationship. I didn't expect that he had already hidden marriage.

Oh, not necessarily. Nowadays, many couples in love should call themselves husbands and wives. Yan Han smiled. Only people like her who are engaged without falling in love and getting married have never felt this way.

After marriage, she had no chance to call Xi Quan's husband. This person is a workaholic. She stayed in the company seven days a week and lived near his own residence after get off work. She rarely went back to their wedding room.

She always sees his honor on his company's official website or some auction videos. Last time she called him the word "husband" was the first show after the two of them got married. Before the show, the colleagues from the company gathered together, and she asked him to get to know her employees. And many people in the fashion circle were there that night.

He was just married at that time, and he knew that he wanted to give her face. He agreed very happily when he shouted. After he arrived at the party banquet hall, he pretended to be the top ten husbands, either holding her or crossing her fingers, and blocking her wine. She was also from her husband's former husband. The two of them socialized all night, and they were both in love with each other, which made the whole dinner envious.

Her company also held a lottery that night. The big brother didn't know how to practice luck, so he drew the car she prepared for the employees. He was embarrassed for a moment, and then he invested ten more cars, making her pre-show dinner an annual meeting of the Fortune 500 companies.

After the news spread, it was rumored that they had a strong family background. Getting married looked like a marriage, but in fact it was true love.

Tsk, this circle is quite naive.

Li Shanqiu finished calling and told her that the person would come in a few minutes. Yan Han came back to his senses and nodded casually.

In a moment, a Rolls-Royce Phantom appeared in sight. Xi Quan always drove this car. His license plate was very coquettish, so Yan Han subconsciously glanced at this car casually and saw that the license plate number was: 88888.

The next second, a man in a suit and ties got out of the co-driver, and Li Shanqiu walked up with a smile on his face.

The driver who drove in the driver's seat came down and approached her immediately to deal with the accident.

Yan Han was sitting in the car, watching this scene quietly through his sunglasses... His head rumbling, as if a fireworks exploded, and he was a little dazzled in front of him and could not see clearly.

She collided with another woman... The other party called her husband, and called her husband? In seconds.

She had only seen this plot in the news before, and it was amazing. I don’t know if it should be praised for its greatness or Li Shanqiu’s greatness.

When the man in front got off the car and saw the pink sports car that was hit, he flashed his mind. He thought that he had given a gift to his wife when he got married, so he looked through the windshield.

Yan Han put his hand on the car window, motionless.

The two of them looked at each other four or five meters away, and they looked at each other quietly. Yan Han saw a trace of surprise in the man's eyes.

The driver who came to the window also recognized her. He was surprised and turned his head to look at him.

In Yan Han's eyes, the driver's eyes clearly stated: Mr. Xi, this is your wife, I'm right, your lover hit your wife's car?! What should I do? It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's divorce and walk away.

And the great President Xi walked up after saying something to Li Shanqiu.

Yan Han slightly released his finger bones holding the steering wheel, and looked up at her husband.

The man covered his head with a low voice, holding a familiar magnetism, "Why are you? Just got off work?"

Yan Han looked at him and then through his sunglasses, and then pulled his lips, "You are so awesome."

After saying that, she stepped on the accelerator and flew out like an arrow.

The man standing there paused slightly, then turned back to Li Shanqiu, "Who is responsible?"

"I... I'm wearing high heels and accidentally hit Mr. Yan's taillight. She didn't know if she was angry, why did she suddenly leave?"

Xi Quan's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly and glanced at her: "Mr. Yan?"

Li Shanqiu nodded, "Well, Yan Han, the chief designer of the sixteen brand, I came to China this time to take her show, sixteen's autumn and winter fashion week."

Xi Quan nodded and called the driver to call for insurance.

Li Shanqiu smiled softly and said, "Well, my new car was just picked up yesterday and has not been insured yet."

"Then you're bankrupt." The man said calmly without moving his eyebrows.

Li Shanqiu smiled dryly, "Do you know each other? Mr. Yan's car is very expensive?"

"My wife. The car is limited to one worldwide."

...

Yan Han galloped all the way to the hotel to find friends. After sitting down, he talked about it, poured a large glass of water to reduce the fire, and let out a long sigh.

You Yan is the creative director of her brand's handicraft show workshop. Recently, her family moved to a hotel while decorating. Yan Han asked her to live there. People disliked that it was her wedding room and prevented her husband from going back to love and not going.

After hearing her words, her biological friend was shocked, "I'll go, how can you get such a bloody thing?"

Yan Han leaned into the sofa and closed his eyes, "I couldn't think of it either."

You Yan: "Xi Quan, a dog man, is usually dressed quite well. He actually raises a mistress and is also an international supermodel. He is also your royal model. The rabbit doesn't eat grass by his nest. Does he still have the heart? It's not a human being, it's a step on your face."

Yan Han had no expression on his face, "So I didn't get off the car all the way, and I was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't afford to lose this face."

"Then you just left like that? Shouldn't you get out of the car and throw him twice?"

Yan Han smiled angrily and raised his pink eyelids, "Will I do this in public? No one knows this when I leave. Get off the car and cause trouble for him. I will become a laughing stock in the entire circle tomorrow. The more I envy the people we married at the beginning, the louder the laughter now."

You Yan nodded, "Yes, you still have to live your life without him. You must keep decent outside. You must clean up and go home to clean up."

After hearing this, Yan Han was silent for three seconds, picked up the pillow and beat it hard, "Xi Quan, you have no heart! If you have no feelings for your wife, you have to go out and have sex. You are mixed with my model, how do you let me be a human being! You are a bastard!"

"Drink?" You Yan picked up her cell phone and called for room service.

"want."

"But you'll drive home to clean up the seats later, he will definitely go back tonight."

"Can't I call a driver? Can't I call a driver? I want to ban alcohol for him, a bastard, and ban him from being too big. Scream, white wine!"

"Did you think you misunderstand it? Maybe the two of them are not the kind of relationship you think?" You Yan said as she pulled out.

Yan Han raised his eyelids and looked at her.

After drinking in the hotel for an hour, he still couldn't figure out what kind of relationship they had with them. Yan Han planned to go back as soon as possible to ask him.

As soon as I left the door of the room next to the elevator opposite, I came out with a familiar man who had just met before. The half-tall figure he sent out was also very familiar with, it was Li Shanqiu.

After Xi Quan walked towards the elevator, he saw her and paused slightly.

Yan Han snorted and smiled, rubbed his temples and walked over, approached him, raised his bright red lips, "Xi Quan, I just praised you one more, and I will praise you one more time. You are really amazing, so powerful that you are unparalleled in the world."

After saying that, she turned around and wanted to take another elevator.

The man held her hand, and the coat on her body was pulled and her shoulders slid slightly.
Chapter completed!