Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Feng Liye was leaning on the seat with a lazy expression, the cigar in his hand was twinkling red.

Fang Yiren stood aside, arranging her clothes, blushing.

Feng Liye smiled, stretched out his hand to embrace him, bent down, and gave him a lingering and tender kiss.

"Don't do this... you will be seen..." Fang Yiren pushed.

Feng Liye smiled lowly, and exhaled a puff of light smoke, "I wasn't afraid when I was doing it, but are you still afraid now?",

"It's getting late, we should go back, late, uncles and aunts will be worried."

"It's only six o'clock. We still have time. We can do it a few more times. Why don't we just stay here overnight?" He said, bending down again.

Fang Yiren blocked and refused very clearly, "I want to go back."

Making an exception and rushing here with him is already out of line. How could she stay here for the night?

"Yi Ren, I don't like being disappointed." Feng Liye's expression darkened.

"How about next time? It's too cold today, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

"I'll call a car to take you back." Guan Liye's expression turned cold instantly, and he opened the door to get out of the car.

"You...Aren't you going back?" Fang Yiren followed.

"It's a little boring, I want to stay here for a while." Feng Liye said lightly, with deep brown eyes, it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

Fang Yiren immediately knew that he was in a bad mood again——

Every time I go to this beach, Feng Liye's mood will always become cloudy, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold...

For this, even Feng Liye himself didn't know the reason.

Fang Yiren tried to persuade him not to come here.

But Feng Liye never listened to it, as long as he was free, he would come over...

Fang Yiren didn't know what it was, but if Feng Li Yeming knew it would be emotionally unstable, he still came here so frequently.

In my heart, I had a vague premonition that this place must have something to do with Guan Yu...

Fang Yiren dared not ask.

I'm afraid if I ask, it will bring back Feng Liye's memory.

The taxi is coming.

Fang Yiren took a deep look at Feng Liye and sat down.

Feng Liye told the driver the address.

The driver turned around and prepared to leave.

Fang Yiren bit her lower lip and stuck her head out, "You—don't stay too late, go home early."

"En." Feng Liye nodded, "Call me when you arrive."

Fang Yiren took another deep look at him before stepping back and closing the car window.

With a wave, the driver drove the car away.

The taxi headed to the other side of the road.

Soon, it disappeared from sight.

Feng Liye stood there for a while, then turned and walked towards the shore, facing the rough sea.

The cold wind came, blowing his clothes backwards.

Even so, he couldn't blow away the tightness in his chest, and his mood was still the same irritable.

Feng Liye doesn't know what's wrong with him, it seems that once he comes here, he can't control his emotions... There is always a vague figure swaying in his mind.