Chapter 34 Nacht hugged her for a reward.

But he stopped and turned off the lamp.

The sun really rose from the west.

She was unable to leave and was still trapped in the shackles of Xie Xianshen's arms. Perhaps he had drunk some wine, and when he breathed, the smell of alcohol became heavier around her nostrils.

Before, she didn't like oranges because she was allergic to them.

Now, she smelled the light orange scent, which was refreshing and cold with a slight bitterness.

Raising her hand and covering Xie Xianshen's forehead, Quezhan tested the temperature and said, "Drinking a little won't burn your brain."

"Xie Xianshen." She said in a frivolous and deliberate tone, "Are you trying to please me?"

"I haven't discovered your weakness when you're drunk before. It would be great if you could drink every day in the future. That way, you'll be as well-behaved as you are today."

Quezhan deliberately replicated his movements, just like when they were in the locker room. She placed her palm under his jaw and looked around as if she were admiring an exquisite toy.

His appearance really fits her aesthetic, long eyelashes, cold eyes, thin lips, and a straight nose. She has observed the small mole under the end of his eyebrow many times.

It's because of his face, otherwise he wouldn't have been chosen as a marriage partner.

As he became more and more drunk, Xie Xianshen tilted his head, and the cruelty that usually lurked in his eyes completely disappeared at this moment: "You haven't made a choice yet."

He said this expressionlessly, but he didn't seem fierce.

Of those two choices, only a fool would choose the first one.

Quezhan of course chose the second one, "It's okay to let me calm down. Tonight, you have to do whatever I tell you to do."

As she said that, she took out her cell phone and turned on the camera. How could she not take pictures of the famous scene of Xie Xianshen getting drunk? From now on, this would be the handle in her hand. If he made her angry again, she would show these to him and threaten him.

Xie Xianshen was quite cooperative. After taking several photos and videos, he flipped through them again and again. Every photo and video showed him handsome from every angle.

"..."

Then again, she couldn't think of how to order him for a moment.

She wished he would go back to his room and not bother her, but it was only for tonight. He would not listen to her when he woke up tomorrow.

The two sat facing each other on one side of the island.

Quezhan was reluctant to waste this opportunity, thinking back to when the new Encre series products were launched, Lu Yanxing did not tell her about Xie Xianshen's embarrassing story.

"Tell me, what embarrassing things did you do as a child?"

She was full of expectations, but what she heard was -

"Nothing."

"..."

Isn't it said that the truth comes out when people are drunk? Doesn't this principle apply to Xie Xianshen?

Why is he so tight-lipped?

He couldn't get any questions out of him, but an idea suddenly occurred to him, "Then call me sister, something nicer."

The recording function on his phone was on, and the word 'sister' was Xie Xianshen's handle.

Xie Xianshen raised his eyes to look at her, not knowing whether he didn't hear her words or he automatically filtered out the words, he just looked at her.

She was silent, and even though she was drunk, she didn't forget to reason, "You are younger than me."

Quezhan: "What's wrong with being younger? I just want to hear it. Hurry up and call me."

She was unreasonable. Xie Xianshen said no, but Quezhan urged him like a punch on cotton: "If you don't call me, you can't sleep tonight."

She found his room key from somewhere, "The key is in my hand. Either call me or sleep on the sofa, choose one?"

Quezhan was a little proud. The man in front of her was much more interesting than Xie Xianshen during the day. Besides, she could bully him and order him around.

"Wife."

Two very light words.

"It's not that..." Que Zan corrected him, "It's sister!"

Xie Xianshen frowned slightly, and explained logically: "Aren't you my wife?"

"..."

A wife in name is still a wife, and she is protected by law on the marriage certificate.

The light from the island falls down, dim and hazy, and the space is regionally bright.

The two looked at each other, but laughed in their hearts that they were crazy. It seemed that she heard a hint of sincerity in these words, and her heart twisted for a moment.

The whole thing about being drunk and obedient is fake.

She turned and left, leaving him here alone to fend for himself.

Revival should have bitten Xie Xianshen deeply to wake him up. She took away his room key and didn't care whether he slept in the guest room, on the sofa, or on the floor outside. He could sleep wherever he wanted.

Que Dan was lying on the bed in his room, swaying in his sleep and not feeling very restful. His dream illogically turned to the hotel swimming pool.

She lost to Lu Yanxing at blackjack and was fined nine glasses of Cointreau, which she could have replaced with other liquors to offset the penalty.

Why did Xie Xianshen help her block it?

Did he kiss her in the dressing room to make amends to her?

With a "thump", her feet stepped on empty air and she fell deep into the swimming pool in her dream and choked on the water. Her consciousness pulled her nerves tighter and brought her back to reality.

There was a faint rustling sound coming from the bedside. It might be Tag or Nacht waking up in the middle of the night and coming to her room. The two little guys often did this. They were very clingy.

I opened my eyes blurry and found that

what I saw was a face with deep features. It was not a cat, but... Xie Xianshen.

When did he crawl into her bed? !

Que Dian was immediately conscious as if she were splashed with water. To be more precise, she was frightened. She pulled the quilt tightly, sat up straight, grabbed Abebei and swung it at the man, "Xie Xian Shen! Get up!"

Xie Xian Shen was not actually asleep. He had just laid down next to her when she woke up.

He didn't feel any pain when she hit him, and he remained indifferent. He slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly at Quezhan who had built a wall of defense against him.

"Get out! Who allowed you to get on my bed?"

Suddenly I remembered that he was drunk and didn't take any hangover medicine. He was probably drunk and crazy now.

He raised his strong arm, grabbed her wrist and retracted his force, causing her to lose balance and fall back onto the bed.

"...Hmm."

She was held in his arms, and it was useless to struggle.

"Sleep," he said.

She buried her head in his collarbone and spoke in a voice that was high in pitch and low in tone, so it was hard to hear clearly: "If you're drunk and crazy, just get out of here. Don't force me to hit you."

Compared to her turbulent emotions, he was too calm, without the slightest ups and downs of emotion, which refreshed Quechan's perception of him.

So this is what he was like when he was drunk.

"I don't have the room key." Xie Xianshen loosened his arms around her neck, lowered his head, and his nose tip just touched her hair. "Don't sleep in the guest room, don't sleep on the sofa."

That's why he came to find her.

It turned out that he was so picky that he was lucky to have a place to sleep. She regretted that she should have locked him out of the villa.

Quezhan wanted to take advantage of his relaxation to retreat, but he suddenly asked: "Do you hate me?"

She stopped moving, as if she was stumped by this question.

To say that she hated him... not really. She just "resented" him for some little things he caused her, but little things were little things after all, and there was always a time for her to calm down. She didn't hate him, let alone hate him.

"Am I right?"

"..." Quezhan wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he couldn't sleep peacefully and was restless. "...No."

It was an unclear answer, but Xie Xianshen heard it carefully, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

But he lowered his eyes and did not see it.

"But I can't say I like you. For example, now, you sleep in my bed, cover me with my quilt, and take everything away from me." When

she said she didn't like it, the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped, and he looked cold, as well as his face.

"Who do you like?"

"No one...!"

"Someone likes you, more than one."

Quezhan knew he was talking about Meng Xie and Meng Ye, but she had also said that she didn't believe it. "If you keep talking too much, I'll kick you out, believe it or not?"

"Nothing you say now is credible."

"Yes. Ask me."

Quezhan almost doubted whether Xie Xianshen was drunk or not, but he still smelled heavily of alcohol. She didn't care too much. After thinking about it, she really wanted to ask: "Are you sick?" It was

half a joke, and she dug a hole.

Even though the trap was too obvious, he didn't think about anything else and answered with one word: "Yeah."

But she smiled with her eyes crooked. After hearing him admit with his own mouth that he was sick, the anger in her heart instantly subsided a lot.

"Now, it's my turn."

This sentence does not mean that he wants to ask the question back, but that he answered the question truthfully and wants a reward.

Before Que Shan could figure out what the reward was, he lowered his head and consciously found a certain place. His hot breath hit her a few inches below the collarbone. She trembled at the burning temperature and her heart was burned. When she wanted to push him away, it was too late.

His kiss fell on the small mole on her right breast. His thin lips gently rolled it and licked it. His nose tip occasionally touched her skin. She felt itchy and stepped back. He pinched her waist and pulled her back into his arms. No matter how she whimpered and scolded him, he turned a deaf ear to her.

The air was filled with the sounds of kisses and whispers.

"No, no kissing..."

He noticed her mole when they were at the swimming pool.

Very long position.

"Xie Xianshen..."

Quezhan was unable to resist and was even pushed back to the bed by him. He stayed in front of her for a long time until the skin around the mole turned red.

She's so gullible.

He couldn't drink much, but that little bit of wine wasn't enough to make him drunk. On the contrary, she took advantage of his drunkenness to ask him to call her sister, and he would rather hear her call him brother.

She said she didn't like him.

It doesn’t matter, he can teach you, he has plenty of patience.

-The

next morning, when Que Dan woke up, Xie Xian Shen was nowhere to be seen.

She had an argument with him for a while last night, but in the end, she was so tired that she fell asleep and didn't care about it anymore.

After getting out of bed, I went to the bathroom to wash up and looked in the mirror. The red mark under my silk pajamas was leaking color, and the small mole under the red mark was right in the center, rising and falling with my breathing, full of desire.

It hurts even the slightest touch.

Will a drunk man bite anything when he goes crazy?

Quezhan supported herself on the washbasin with both hands. If Xie Xianshen was right next to her, she would beat him up no matter what.

Domestic violence?

Yes, it’s domestic violence!

It happened that she wanted to hit him, so he sent a message: [I took the key. 】

Freiheit:【Don't tell me even if you die. 】

X: [Mrs. Xie has such a bad temper? 】

X: [I don’t know who it was yesterday, but he hugged me so tightly and refused to let go no matter what. 】

Freiheit: [threatening with a knife.jpg]

Hugging people is Queden's bad habit. She knows that she likes to hug Abebei to sleep, but when she wakes up in the morning, she sees Abebei kicked off the bed again. What does she hug in her sleep? They sleep in the same bed and she can only hug him.

I changed my clothes and went to the company. I was still working on the Encre series of magazines.

"Charme romantique" is an offline journal magazine tailored by Rokori and Levi's for the first batch of new products in the Encre series, including clothing, jewelry, perfume and makeup. The content details the production process and unique features of each product, so as to promote the Encre series more deeply into the public's field of vision.

It's a new job, a new project.

Que Zhan asked Greer to form a temporary team with Congsheng and the people from the marketing department to follow up on some basic data review, which Congsheng completed very quickly. She saw the other party's work efficiency. This magazine project could be regarded as an internship test for the young girl.

Some products need to be worn by people to complete the shooting, which is more convenient than the work of spokesperson. Ordinary magazines and periodicals tend to use amateurs.

Quezhan walked around Levi, supervising the work.

The editor-in-chief of "Charme romantique" was also on this floor. He was a man whom she had just met. His name was Su Lan, but she only called him Editor-in-Chief Su.

After talking about the related work, the two didn't talk much, and basically just answered the questions asked by Que Zhan.

Ever since Que Zhan came to this floor, Su Lan's gaze had been fixed on her. Perhaps because she was too dazzling, he felt it was presumptuous to look at her for even a second while talking to her.

He was a quiet person and didn't talk or interact with others much, but when she came to him, it was like a bright red line was drawn in his rigid and rule-based world.

Before I knew it, it was time to get off work. Since the workload was light, I got off work earlier.

Quezhan stopped the man who was about to leave and put forward some different ideas and perspectives regarding work.

Su Lan raised his wrist to check the time, "Miss Que, do you have time?"

It was just a quarter after three in the afternoon. Que Zan replied, "I have plenty of time. If Editor-in-Chief Su's schedule is tight, the work can be discussed at other times."

"That's not what I meant, Miss Que." Su Lan explained, "We both have time."

At this point, Su Lan would occasionally go to the golf course to play a few games of golf outside of working hours. He said that if Que Zan didn't mind, they could go to the golf course together.

Quezhan certainly didn't mind this. They both drove to the stadium. She looked into the distance, and her mood for work was largely healed by the vast green scenery in front of her.

Su Lan handed Quezhan a long pole, "Miss Que, are you interested in participating?"

"No." Quezhan declined, "I mainly want to talk to Editor-in-Chief Su about work, and this is after you get off work. I will leave after I finish my work and not disturb Editor-in-Chief Su."

"No."

Quezhan didn't understand the two words he said: "?"

Su Lan: "I mean, Miss Que didn't disturb my interest."

Quezhan thought that Su Lan had changed his mind and refused to discuss work, and a little nervousness rose to his throat.

She didn't talk about anything else and went straight to work.

“Editor-in-Chief Su, I still want to keep the product on the cover of the magazine, and not have any people appear.”

“Why?”

When brands that rank next to Rokori release new product magazines, the front page of the publication is usually centered around people, similar to endorsements. The people highlight the products, and the products set off the people. The two are combined in structure and complement each other.

Putting aside the point raised by Que Zhan, Su Lan was also at a loss as to how to select the right people to shoot the film.

Instead of inviting celebrities who have their own traffic, they invited amateurs, which objectively reduced a large amount of traffic in the promotion method.

"Because..."

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, but he said sorry and opened the screen, showing Xie Xianshen.

Why did he call her?

But he ignored it and didn't answer the call.

Just two seconds after she hung up, the phone rang again, but Su Lan was standing there, with the stick in his hand stopped on the ground, waiting for her to say next.

Press the power button twice to hang up again.

"Sorry..."

There was a third slight earthquake. This time it was not a phone call, but a message with only one word: [Answer. 】

But she didn't see him. When she looked up, she saw Xie Xianshen standing not far from the court, about 20 meters in front of her.

He stared at her, and even though the distance was a little far, she seemed to be able to see the corners of his lips rise slightly.

The innate sense of oppression quietly covered her and tightened her nerves.

So he ran here.