Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

"Well, it's delicious."

She answered obediently.

After going through such a night of tossing today, being a mother-in-law and beating a mistress, it was really hard to get such a piece of delicious fish in exchange.

On the tip of the tongue, it almost seems to melt away.

"Just eat it if you like it!" Situ Chenjue pressed close to her ear ambiguously, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked: "I'm so full, give it to me tonight!"

I knew this hooligan wouldn't say anything good!

Huanyan deliberately ate slowly, took a bite, and licked her lips.

He kept wiping the corners of his mouth with the napkin again, and used up three packs of napkins.

It hurts to wipe his mouth, just to delay his time.

Taste a little of this, hold a chopstick in that one, and drink a lot of water to fill my stomach, and I feel miserable in my heart.

She didn't believe that the CEO had nothing to do with business tomorrow, so he could spend wasting time with her at such a late hour.

But her little thought, how can she hide it from President Situ.

He slowly crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette, and poured another glass of red wine beside him.

Looking at this woman's skin through the glass of red wine, there is something special about it.

While slowly and ambiguously said: "Honey, you can eat slowly, don't worry, I have nothing to do tomorrow morning, I can stay with you at home, so no matter how late tonight, my husband, I will always be free." Yes! So, eat slowly, even if you are full! Look at her soft and weak appearance, don't be like last night!"

Huanyanjiong's face was flushed red, and she wanted to stretch out her head for a stab, but if she retracted her head, it would be a stab, and her stomach was swollen with water, so she stood up: "Okay, I'm full!"

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The two of them didn't speak during the journey, perhaps because they drank a little wine, and Huanyan's heart became a little tipsy.

She doesn't like to drink, but this kind of drunkenness is strange and doesn't make her feel uncomfortable.

With the cool evening wind blowing, at some point, Situ Chenjue turned on the stereo in the car and played a song, a little melancholy and a little deep, as long and deep as the long-standing ebony wood, every note They all seem to hit on the heartstrings of people.

Huanyan leaned her head on the backrest, although she didn't do it intentionally, her feet beat unconsciously, and she hummed the melody from her lips.

Situ Chenjue glanced at her sideways in surprise: "You also know this song?"

Huanyan sighed bitterly: "Yes, a little bit!"

"Oh? It's rare! This is an old song, and it's not very popular, laughing, your taste seems to have changed!"

Huan Yan asked unintentionally: "What was my taste before?"

"Your taste used to be... that's... the taste of the so-called ladies and famous girls!" Situ Chenjue's smile contained a hint of sarcasm: "I can't fault anything, but I always seem to be missing something. Something of the heart!"

Huanyan turned her head away: "Maybe it's just that you don't understand me!"

"Maybe!" Situ Chenjue suddenly grabbed her hand, held it in his own, and said slowly, word by word: "Then give me a chance to know the real you, the you in my heart!"