Yan Qiang paused slightly.
Why is Huo Qi still in Qingzhou?
To invite her in such an open and honest manner...
"Miss Yan?"
Seeing that she was silent, Wen Yiran smiled and said, "Mr. Huo and Second Young Master Ning are both up there. Second Young Master Ning also said that I haven't seen you for a long time."
Several people in the private room had different expressions.
Yang Wenming is a good person. When he heard about the relationship between Yan Qiang and Xiao Jingshan, he was a little eager to give it a try.
"It seems that he is a friend of Miss Yan. It doesn't matter. Miss Yan can go say hello first. I'm not in a hurry here."
"fine."
After Yan Qiang finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the door.
"Are Mr. Huo and Brother Ning both here?"
She was a little surprised, and didn't want to chat with Yang Wenming here for too long, so she simply said to Wen Yiran, "Do they have something to talk about? It's not appropriate for me to go there at the moment. How about this, I also have something to do here, Assistant Wen left the room Then tell me that I will come over when I am done with my work here."
Wen Yiran glanced at Yang Wenming behind her and nodded, "Miss Yan is busy, I'll go over first."
"Assistant Wen, walk slowly."
Yan Qiang watched Wen Yiran leave and return to her desk.
The private room door closed again.
Yang Wenming couldn't say anything he tried to say to Yan Qiang before.
Without going around in circles, he immediately told Yan Qiang the current situation.
The cost of "Nine Days" is about 50 million. Yang Wenming's investment is 15 million, and Xunyao's investment is 35 million.
Now that Xunyao has withdrawn its investment, there is a vacancy of more than 30 million yuan.
Of course, what Yang Wenming lacks is not just money, but also connections and resources.
This is almost what Yan Qiang expected.
Director Zhao also nodded, "Five thousand is a conservative estimate, but it's not far off."
Yan Qiang also knew something in her heart.
"Brother Yang, please wait for my news. I'll contact Xiao Er first. If I have something accurate, I'll ask Director Zhao to contact you."
She stood up and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go over and say hello to Mr. Huo and Mr. Ning."
"Miss, you are busy!"
How dare Yang Wenming keep anyone?
Although I don’t know whether it will be done in the end, tonight is the most comfortable night for Yang Wenming.
In the past few days, he begged his father to sue his grandma, but he either disappeared or opened his mouth like a lion, and each one looked more like his father than the other.
No one is as cheerful as Yan Qiang.
This is still a woman!
…
After Yan Qiang left the private room, she realized that Huo Qi had sent her the room number five minutes ago.
The elevator goes all the way up.
16 floors.
After getting out of the elevator, he saw Wen Yiran waiting at the entrance of the elevator.
"Miss Yan, this way."
Yan Qiang looked at the long and quiet corridor in front of her and asked him, "Where is Second Young Master Ning?"
"Second Young Master Ning made a fortune for himself and said that it's not a good sign if he makes a mistake tonight, so he's going back."
"..."
Wen Yiran took Yan Qiang to the door of the suite and left.
Yan Qiang knocked on the door.
After waiting for a while, the door opened from the inside, and a hand stretched out from the inside and pulled her in.
The suite was dark.
As soon as Yan Qiang entered, she was pressed against the door. Hot kisses fell on her neck, along her neck and jaw, passionate and urgent.
But in an instant, his hands had already lifted up the clothes around her waist and reached inside.
His hands were hot.
The body next to hers was as hot as fire, and she could feel the tension in his body through her clothes.
Yan Qiang felt something was wrong.
"Huo Qi?"
She tried hard to push the person on top of her, but she only got him squeezing and tearing harder and harder.
"Be good, don't move."
His voice was hoarse, close to the shell of her ear, and his hot breath blew against the skin of the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.
Yan Qiang's legs were weak.
She tilted her head up, feeling his kiss fast and heavy, and her breathing became rapid.
"Have you taken Chinese medicine?"
The only response she received was his passionate kiss, his increasingly heavy breathing, and his increasingly hot body.
The sound of being smashed could be heard in every corner of the suite.
Yan Qiang felt like she was about to die.
When she almost lost her breath, the room finally became quiet, and Yan Qiang couldn't hold it anymore and closed her eyes.
Not wanting to move at all.
…
When I woke up again, it was already the second day.
Her whole body was so sore that she couldn't even raise her hands. As soon as she moved, she realized that she was surrounded by a pair of big hands.
She wanted to raise her arm, but the owner of the arm hugged her tighter and rubbed her hair gently.
"Get some more sleep."
The intimate voice was filled with deep sleepiness and a slight nasal sound.
His hand gently touched her belly, as if unconsciously, and he held her tighter.
Wrapped in the heat, the scorching warmth of her big hands fell on Yan Qiang's slightly cool belly, which felt particularly comfortable.
Yan Qiang didn't move.
In the past two years between her and Huo Qi, Huo Qi would either kick her away after sleeping, or he would be gone when she woke up.
The last time someone was still in bed after waking up like this was three years ago.
They were still in love at that time.
From the first time she pretended to skillfully unbutton his clothes, to every subsequent time she woke up in the same bed, he was by her side.
Sometimes I read a book, sometimes I look at her again.
When he opened his eyes, he would lean over and kiss her, and he would press the tip of his nose against hers without saying anything.
Unexpectedly, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Yan Qiang's bag had been left somewhere long ago, and her phone might have run out of battery.
There was light coming in through the thin cracks in the curtains, and it was so gloomy that it was hard to tell the time.
She lay still.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door outside that the person beside him seemed to wake up and asked, "What time is it?"
"have no idea."
Yan Qiang said.
The arm resting on her waist seemed to stiffen.
Huo Qi retracted his hand and sat up, looking down at her black hair spread out on the bed, his eyes widened.
"Why are you still here?"
There was indifference and disgust in the slightly hoarse voice.
Yan Qiang paused slightly.
She turned her back to Huo Qi and took a deep breath, "I wanted to leave, but you didn't let me."
Huo Qi paused for two seconds: "I recognized the wrong person."
He lifted the quilt and got up and went to the bathroom outside, as if nothing had happened.
Yan Qiang froze there.
wrong person……
Who did you recognize her as?
Ruan Yin?
He held her in his arms cherishingly and rubbed his neck affectionately. It turned out that he had just mistaken her for the wrong person.
After all, the tenderness she once had will never fall on her again.
Yan Qiang's throat was slightly choked.
Watching the bathroom light turn on and listening to the sound of water coming from inside, she dragged her weak body up, got dressed, and walked out.
Wen Yiran didn't dare to enter rashly.
Just when he was about to knock on the door again, the door was opened from the inside and Yan Qiang walked out.
"Miss Yan, good morning."
Wen Yiran was still respectful.
Yan Qiang didn't look at him or respond. She just walked straight out the door and walked towards the elevator, her face a little pale.
Wen also didn't know why.
As he walked in, Huo Qi came out of the bathroom and told him, "Prepare a set of women's clothes."
Wen also had a meal.
"Mr. Huo." He glanced in the direction of the bedroom and said cautiously, "Miss Yan has just left."
