Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

However, Lin Jiyue, who was leaning against the wall, was smiling, with blood-colored flowers blooming on her lips, but she was still looking at him with a smile.

She is not a jerk.

No.

Not to mention the women around him.

She already has a boyfriend, Zhuang Licheng.

Now, they are just a relationship between a boss and a subordinate.

The two got into the car.

One in the driver's seat and one in the back seat.

Lin Jiyue clasped her hands, hanging flat on her legs, covering her black fishtail wrap skirt. The smooth fabric made the night outside the window even darker.

The lips were already frozen by the wind.

However, that tingling pain seemed to have penetrated deep into the blood vessels, along the essence, and penetrated into the deeper senses of the body.

Refuse.

easy.

The car parked smoothly at the entrance of a six-star hotel. After the parking boy picked up the car, Zhuang Tianyao walked into the lobby with his long legs.

He ignored her who was getting out of the car.

Lin Jiyue stood beside the car, looked up at his back, pursed her lips, and followed him.

The seven-centimeter heel, inlaid with clear crystal butterflies, pinned on the smooth upper, faintly followed the footsteps of the footsteps, just like her heart hanging in mid-air, restless and difficult to calm down.

When getting out of the elevator, Zhuang Tianyao stood still at the door, turned his face sideways, glanced at her, expressionless: "Take my hand."

The voice is as cold as it gets.

In my impression, Zhuang Tianyao has always been gentle and flattering to himself, but now, he showed her his cold side.

Is it because of that kiss just now?

She didn't think there was anything wrong with rejecting him! !

Even so, Lin Jiyue raised her hand, and according to Zhuang Tianyao's posture, she pulled it up, looking very intimate with others, she was so close that she could almost smell the faint cologne emanating from his black suit Water fragrance.

It's not particularly pungent, but shallow and lingering, just right.

Merry but fickle.

She will never give hope to a woman, but the endless ambiguity will turn into extravagant hope, until the woman gradually realizes that she has been hoping and praying with an unintentional person.

Walking into the sixth hall, it was already crowded with various characters, whether enchanting or serious, it was impossible to tell which was right and which was wrong.

Everyone wears a mask, laughs, or talks, and the arc of the corner of the mouth is always bent at the most appropriate angle.

Just like, she and him.

Zhuang Tianyao has always been a high-ranking man, the group's industrial regime, everything she knows or doesn't know, he is involved in everything, standing on top of all people.

Also, used to being looked up to.

A swarm of people crowded over and surrounded him, three floors inside and three floors outside, chatting heartily.

Lin Jiyue quietly held his arm, and tried her best to prop up the corners of her mouth, which was brilliant to the extreme, and she seemed to have endless sweetness with him in her gestures.

"Master Zhuang's female companion today is very suitable for you!"

Beside, someone was talking.

Lin Jiyue was still smiling, looking with clear eyes at the tall figure who was leaning down affectionately, approaching her, and a scent of cologne permeated.

The hair between the temples, in a graceful posture, is scattered on the white and smooth cheeks like cream.

Zhuang Tianyao stretched out his slender fingers, gently lifted her hair with his index finger, wrapped it around, and stroked it behind her gradually reddening ears.

His face was extremely hot.

She clearly knew that he was acting, and had performed many, many times, but she stretched out her hand and gently clenched it, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably...