Mandali is a five-star hotel under the Junshan Group. It has a curved appearance and is simple yet luxurious. Viewed from a high altitude, the plan looks like an unfolded folding fan.
The night is as cool as water at nine o'clock in the evening. Through the revolving glass door and the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bright floor in the hall, the silver streamlined front desk, and the huge crystal chandelier shaped like a lotus, all shining with bright light.
Qin Fan got out of a silver-gray Porsche and tugged on the open lapel of his suit.
The parking attendant at the door was attentive and came down the stairs in time. He raised his hand to catch the car keys thrown by the man and helped park the car.
Qin Fan strode into the hotel lobby with a smile on his face, took out a thin room card from his trousers pocket, turned it over twice on his fingertips, and smiled at the corners of his lips. The room card was delivered to him by Yin Shuyao in the afternoon, and it was packaged in an envelope.
When he saw the room card, Qin Fan knew that Yin Shuyao must have understood his hint the night before.
Qin Fan secretly admired that dealing with smart women saves trouble.
The elevator rang, and someone happened to stop on the first floor. Qin Fan put one hand in his pocket and entered the elevator. He turned around and faced outside. His handsome face could not hide his joy, and even his sharp eyebrows showed a hint of softness.
When Qin Fan thought that the woman he had caught a glimpse of that night would soon be his, his heart was itching unbearably, his bones were numb, and he wished he could hold her in his arms and make love immediately.
He took out his cell phone and typed to ask Yin Shuyao: "When will your cousin arrive?"
Yin Shuyao came back: "In one hour."
Still have to wait another hour. Qin Fan touched his chin and advised himself to be more patient.
Beautiful women are worth the wait.
When the elevator reached the sixteenth floor, a soft ding sounded as a reminder. Qin Fan put his phone back, raised his neck and loosened his tie, stepped out of the car, and swiped his card to enter the suite.
The innermost bedroom was filled with the faint fragrance of roses. There was a metal tray on the amber coffee table, with a bottle of red wine and two goblets placed on it.
Qin Fan sat on the sofa with his legs open, leaned over and picked up the conspicuous bottle of red wine. There was a small card pressed at the bottom of the bottle with a line of handwritten fonts on it.
[Red wine is given to Mr. Qin and his sister, wishing you a happy night - Yin Shuyao]
Qin Fan's eyes slowly raised, and a hint of smile appeared. It turned out to be prepared by Yin Shuyao, and I thought it was provided by the hotel. He turned the bottle and looked at the label of the red wine. It was quite old and it was a good bottle of wine. The cork is in a semi-open state, making it easy to drink directly.
I didn't realize that Yin Shuyao was quite good at getting things done.
Qin Fan uncorked the bottle and poured a little red wine into each of the two goblets. He picked up one of the glasses and shook it gently. He brought the tip of his nose to the mouth of the glass and sniffed it, smelling a rich and mellow aroma of wine.
The fragrance is long-lasting and lasts for a long time.
He had a hobby of collecting red wine, but when he couldn't control his appetite, he accidentally drank a few more glasses while waiting, and his body gradually became warm.
He simply took off his tie and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt collar. Qin Fan tilted his head and leaned on the back of the sofa. He thought that he was just in a drunken state to do something, so he stopped drinking and waited for his beautiful lady to arrive.
An hour is so long and yet so short.
When the knock on the door rang, Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he stood up and walked over with hasty and eager steps, and his mouth was a little dry.
Opening the door with one hand, Qin Fan's blurred eyes lit up with flames, and he finally saw the person he had longed for again.
Is her name Shen Jianian?
"Jia Nian..."
Qin Fan called out infatuatedly. He didn't want to be rude to the beauty, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his belly. He couldn't help it. He hugged the slim and graceful body in front of him, and the waist that was close to his palm was exactly as he imagined. The same, soft and thin, like tender willow branches.
The man's face was so red due to the surge of alcohol that he forgot to close the door, and his hot lips pressed against her.
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After a ridiculous night, Qin Fan was greatly satisfied physically and mentally, and fell asleep with the person in his arms. Before I fell asleep, I had an idea. She was so beautiful, so there would be nothing to lose by marrying her home.
"Shen Jianian, wait for me to marry you, wait for me..."
The sleeping man murmured and easily made a promise.
The woman who was not asleep in her arms opened her eyes, her thin white fingers tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, her breathing was not smooth, and the ups and downs of her chest gradually became larger, hiding her hatred for Shen Jia Nian.
She was just attracted by sex. She thought that Qin Fan was obsessed with Shen Jia Nian and had no deep feelings at most. Who knew that he actually called her name in his dream and said he wanted to marry her?
What about her?
What will happen to him when he wakes up and finds that the person next to him is her?
No matter what his attitude was, she had left a way out for herself. Things would only develop in the direction she expected without any surprises.
She had been taught by Hu Yuzhi since she was a child that she had to get what she wanted by herself, and she couldn't get it by just waiting. In the past, she had pretended to be a caring sister to deceive Shen Jia Nian's trust, making her willing to give her gorgeous clothes, jewelry, and invitations to banquets that outsiders could not touch.
A mere man was not something she could easily capture.
Yin Shuyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, her turbulent emotions calmed down a little. The aches and fatigue in her body came over her in waves. She couldn't hold back her sleepiness and was pulled into sleep.
Early the next morning, Qin Fan woke up before the people around him. His eyes had not yet opened. He held his hand on his forehead and frowned slightly. The discomfort after being drunk was still in his head.
When I thought of spending the night with Shen Jia Nian last night and having countless passionate moments, the discomfort immediately disappeared. He subconsciously reached over and kneaded the smooth arms of the woman next to him.
Qin Fan laughed muffledly, lowered his neck, searched for the cheek of the person in his arms with his lips, touched it lightly, and opened his eyes.
In the hazy sight, there is a peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, and the eyebrows and eyes are the same as in the memory.
When his brain was clear and his vision was clear, he was startled, his eyes widened, and he repeatedly confirmed who was on the bed.
what happened? !
He remembered that the person who slept with him last night was Shen Jianian. How could he become Yin Shuyao?
Even though the two sisters have a vague resemblance in their eyebrows, they are not mistaken for each other.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and Qin Fan pinched the area between his eyebrows twice. Could it be because he drank wine last night?
Soon he felt that it was impossible. His usual drinking capacity was not so bad. He only had a few glasses of red wine. How could he be so drunk that he couldn't tell people apart.
Too many doubts flashed through his mind. Qin Fan frowned, took out an arm that was pillowed by the woman's neck, and backed away in disbelief, almost falling under the bed.
The quilt was pulled to his side. Yin Shuyao lost her cover and half of her body was exposed to the air. The red, purple and purple marks on her snow-white skin were of varying shades, indicating everything that happened last night.
Qin Fan looked at these dazzling marks and had a splitting headache. He remembered that he was crazy last night...
Yin Shuyao snorted softly and woke up from her sleep. What she saw was Qin Fan's deeply frowned eyebrows and a face holding back anger. The relaxed nerves that had just woken up suddenly became tense.
After understanding her current situation, Yin Shuyao's mind raced for a few seconds and she had already thought of a countermeasure.
She screamed "Ah", pulled the quilt back to cover her naked body, buried her head and cried, her shoulders shrugged under the quilt.
In the quiet hotel suite, the early morning sunlight could not penetrate through the extremely light-blocking curtains. In the not-so-bright light, the person curled up in a ball on the bed twitched slightly, and a low sob could be heard.
Qin Fan was not in the mood to pity her at all, and asked irritably with a dark face: "Stop crying, what's going on? Didn't you say you would bring your cousin here last night? I saw her, how could it be you?"
He didn't want to stay in the same bed with her anymore, so he got out of bed and picked up the trousers that had fallen on the carpet beside the bed. He went bare-chested and looked for the shirt he had lost somewhere.
