Qiao Wan felt that the relationship between the two became closer after giving him a USB flash drive.
Song Jinnan was very punctual. He said it would be ten minutes but it was stuck at ten minutes.
She got into the passenger seat.
When the car started, Song Jinnan's cell phone kept ringing. He picked up a small Bluetooth headset and put it in his right ear, talking on the phone while driving.
Qiao Wan listened attentively. Several calls were all related to Song's HK new energy project.
It was still raining outside the car window, and the street lights and neon billboards on both sides of the street were blurred in the night.
Song Jinnan's deep voice lingered in Qiao Wan's ears, which was both strange and familiar at the same time.
Her back was pressed tightly against the seat, and her upper and lower eyelids began to fight.
When Song Jinnan parked the car in the exclusive parking space in Jiuheyuan, he realized that Qiao Wan had fallen asleep.
He didn't rush to wake Qiao Wan, picked up his phone and turned it to silent, moved the car seat back, and closed his tired eyes.
For some reason, Qiao Wan's shallow breathing disturbed him.
He simply opened his eyes and looked at the woman just a few feet away.
Her facial features are delicate yet elegant, and she is dignified yet charming.
There was a sense of coldness and alienation all over her body, and she was completely different from the woman who was deliberately trying to please him.
He always looked at people with a vicious eye, and he knew that Qiao Wan was the most real at this moment.
Her smile was as bright as a flower, and her gentleness was nothing more than a cover-up. For a moment, he wanted to know what Qiao Wan looked like after taking off her disguise.
This thought tugged at his heart and tugged at his soul.
Qiao Wan woke up due to the uncomfortable sitting position. She looked up and saw Song Jinnan standing outside smoking.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he has a slender figure, white mist lingering between his fingers, and a wanton and decadent beauty in his eyebrows.
Soon, Song Jinnan noticed Qiao Wan staring at him and turned to look at her.
Qiao Wan got out of the car and rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Sorry, I just fell asleep."
"Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up."
Song Jinnan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, unscrewed the car door, took out his car keys and mobile phone, and went upstairs with Qiao Wan.
In the elevator, Song Jinnan suddenly asked: "Have you had dinner?"
"I spent the afternoon at the Bureau of Culture and Tourism and had a hearty work meal." She replied.
Song Jinnan's eyes became more and more playful: "Deputy Bureau Zhou will accompany you?"
"We are going to create a tourism program in Taichung. The Bureau of Culture and Tourism has a very good master's student in tourism, Gao Bo, who gave us a lot of advice." She explained patiently, "Deputy Bureau Zhou will be the host and Gao Bo will be the companion. Let me and Zhang One director had dinner.”
Telling Gao Bo and Director Zhang was just to appease Song Jinnan.
Although Song Jinnan has no feelings for her, a man's possessiveness towards women is engraved in his bones.
Qiao Wan didn't want Song Jinnan to misunderstand that she was having an affair with another man.
"Deputy Bureau Zhou is very considerate." As soon as Song Jinnan finished speaking, the elevator door opened.
According to Qiao Wan's calculation, Song Jinnan put down his work and rushed back to Jiuheyuan just to sleep with her.
But after closing the security door, Song Jinnan went to the study without saying a word.
She thought about it and felt something was wrong, so she poured a glass of water and knocked on the study door.
The door to the room was obviously ajar, and Song Jinnan heard it, but remained silent.
She paused for a while, knocked a few times and went straight in, placing the water glass on Song Jinnan's desk.
Song Jinnan reached out to close the computer and glanced at her, "I didn't say let you in."
"I have something to tell you." She pursed her lips and told the truth, "My mother married Zhou Ting'an's father ten years ago. Zhou Ting'an and I are brothers and sisters who are not related by blood."
Song Jinnan's face was obviously stagnant, and his dark eyes were fixed on her, "There is no need to tell me your personal affairs."
"But I've already told you." Qiao Wan curled her red lips and took the initiative to help Song Jinnan gather the scattered documents on the table together.
Her waist-length hair was loose, and because she was pressed a little hard in the car, the ends of her hair were messy.
As soon as he approached Song Jinnan, a strand of long hair fell down on Song Jinnan's face.
Song Jinnan's smile softened a lot, and he reached out and wrapped his index finger around the end of her hair a few times, "Remember, if you want to go to my bed, you must be clean."
"Am I not clean?" Qiao Wan saw that Song Jinnan's knot was relieved, so she held his face and complained.
Song Jinnan replaced words with a long kiss.
The two of them went from the study, to the bathroom, and then to the master bedroom.
After the wind and rain stopped, Song Jinnan lay half-lying on the bed, holding a thick stack of documents and flipping through them.
Qiao Wan lay inside him, not even having the strength to hold the phone, "You know, the interview program I did for you became popular on the Internet."
Song Jinnan said lightly "Yeah".
"It was my first time doing a character interview. There were obviously many shortcomings, but the ratings exceeded 3, and it also received a lot of attention online."
She quietly measured Song Jinnan's reaction.
Song Jinnan's eyes still stayed on the document in his hand, "Wouldn't it be nice to be the most eye-catching person in your industry?"
"The station is going to take advantage of the popularity to create a travel program for me." She did not answer Song Jinnan's question, "I will be very busy in the future."
"Your subtext is that you have to travel frequently and can't come to Jiuheyuan every night." Song Jinnan adjusted his sitting position with a playful tone in his tone.
Qiao Wan held her chin with one hand and looked at him: "I got an exclusive program out of nowhere. I feel like someone is secretly helping me."
"It's a shame if you can't seize the opportunity when it comes. If you have time to think about it, it's better to work harder on new programs."
Song Jinnan put the document in his hand on the bedside table and turned off all light sources in the room.
Qiao Wan held her breath in the darkness, waiting for Song Jinnan to chase her back to the bedroom next door.
But it took a long time for Song Jinnan to speak.
She timidly stretched out her left arm and landed on Song Jinnan, rubbing her body against him little by little.
Song Jinnan did not reject her sudden overture. Instead, he held her tightly in his arms and bit her earlobe: "Still want to, huh?"
"think."
She responded boldly with a choked voice.
Now, she just wanted to put Song Jinnan into bed as soon as possible.
Song Jinnan did not disappoint her.
After all the tossing, her mind was in a state of fragmentation, with only the words "life is beyond love".
The next morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock on her cell phone.
She was the only one in the huge master bedroom. She put on her pajamas and took a look in each room, but there was no sign of Song Jinnan.
It was just after seven o'clock when Song Jinnan went to work. He was really dedicated.
This somewhat refreshed her understanding of Song Jinnan.
After washing, I returned to the bedroom, tidied up briefly, and prepared some breakfast to fill my stomach.
She didn't have much hope before opening the refrigerator.
After all, her refrigerator only contains bottled water, eggs and milk.
But when the fruits and vegetables came into view, she covered her lips and exclaimed!
Sliced bread, sterile eggs, milk and yogurt are all available.
She never imagined that a romantic woman like Song Jinnan could actually be quite a homely person!
In order to get closer to each other, she took a photo of the full refrigerator with her mobile phone and sent it to Song Jinnan.
There is also a line of words: Mr. Song, let me borrow your ingredients to make breakfast.
