Wen Xin waited around in the hotel but couldn't wait for the severe cold. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat on the sofa. Her body gradually became cold, and the unwillingness in her heart slowly rose.
She has been a good girl since she was a child and has been protected at home and school. There is no reason why she should be worthless when she comes to Yan Han.
The man's cold but handsome face flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth, "You are mine..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
Yan Han was angry when he left, and Wen Wen subconsciously thought that Yan Han was back.
She was happy in her heart, feeling that no matter whether Yan Han was happy or angry, as long as he was willing to come back, she would still have a chance.
"Mr. Yan!" The girl suddenly opened the door.
Outside the door, a middle-aged man with a drunken look stood there, squinting at the woman who suddenly appeared.
Wen Xin was stunned and subconsciously wanted to close the door. She knew the man in front of her. He was the vice president of this hotel chain. She had seen him flirting with the female secretary at the banquet.
She didn't move fast enough, and Vice President Li quickly got up to her and won easily with her weight.
Wen Xin was a little panicked and quickly stepped back, "Mr. Li, this is Mr. Yan's room. It's not convenient for you to come in."
The man surnamed Li had drunk too much a long time ago. Mr. Yan and Mr. Fang were nowhere to be seen in his mind. He only had the fragrance of the girl in his breath, and this innocent and lovely face in front of him. Looking down, he saw a pair of fair and slender legs.
.
"Baby, come on, let uncle play."
Wen Xin was shocked. She didn't expect the rumors to be true. She grabbed her clothes and wanted to run away from Mr. Li because he was drunk.
However, as soon as she took a step forward, the man grabbed her waist and held her in his arms.
"Let me go! Help... ugh!"
Wen Xin only screamed twice, and then her mouth was covered, making it difficult to breathe.
Drunk people are very powerful and irrational. They just want to do what they want to do quickly.
Mr. Li covered Wen Xin's mouth with one hand, put his other hand around her waist, and roughly dragged her into the room.
Wen Xin pushed hard with her legs, but it still couldn't change the fate of being dragged away. Even struggling with all her strength seemed extremely powerless under the brute force.
With a bang, the room door was closed.
"Do not touch me--!"
A scream came from the room.
Two waiters walked by outside the door and looked at each other.
"Would you like to go in and take a look?"
"Don't be too fussy. These rich people play in many different ways. It's just for fun."
"Too……"
…
in a dark room
Yan Han's eyes turned cold the moment he heard those three words. He slowly retracted his hand and looked at the woman beside his legs with cold eyes.
"You have been with me for five years, and you know that I am most annoyed by women who are pretentious."
Song Xiang wiped his lips and said with a smile: "You have slept with me for five years, so you should know my temper."
She raised her head, her face was covered with wounds, but her eyes were dark and shiny, and she managed to squeeze out a smile that was not ugly.
"I sincerely resign, I am not playing hard-to-get with you."
Yan Han pursed his thin lips tightly, looked straight into her eyes, and was silent for only a moment.
He turned sideways, took the mobile phone on the coffee table, and didn't know who to call, so he just said one sentence.
"Bring the stuff in."
Song Xiang lowered his head and smoothed his hair. He had an intuition that something was not good, and his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to cope with all changes by staying the same.
Yan Han hung up the phone and locked his fiery gaze on Song Xiang's face again, changing his posture to look at her.
It wasn't until someone knocked on the door that he shifted his gaze and said, "Come in."
Song Xiang squinted towards the door and saw the man who had just "invited" her to get in the car.
The man placed a document in Yan Han's hand, his attitude was more respectful and even a little cautious than Xu Yi's.
Yan Han gave him a look, then turned around and left the room.
Song Xiang looked at Yan Han's hand, not knowing what he was trying to do.
"I remember you said that you like the Imperial City very much."
Yan Han didn't read the document. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Xiang. The topic changed inexplicably.
Song Xiang was used to his sarcastic remarks, but when he suddenly looked at her a little more gently, she felt uncomfortable all over.
"I liked it before, but I don't like it now."
Yan Han held his chin with one hand and half-squinted his eyes. He was probably a little sleepy.
"Why?"
Song Xiang resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said bluntly, "There are too many rich people, and I feel unbalanced."
Yan Han snorted and looked up at her, "Isn't the money I gave you enough?"
Song Xiang's mouth went dry as he spoke, and he couldn't help but lick his lips, "To you, it's nothing but a drop in the bucket, right?"
"Want more?"
The man suddenly came closer, reached out and touched her face, his fingers went all the way down, and finally landed on her lips.
Song Xiang's body was stiff and she didn't dare to move. She couldn't tell what Yan Han was thinking.
"I'll give you another chance, and you'll get more this time."
His voice is deep and magnetic, and if it's a little more deliberate, it's the bubble voice that's trending recently.
Song Xiang is a pretty girl, and she also controls her voice. She puts aside her rationality. Such severe coldness is actually very lethal to her.