Pampered wife in her arms: President, spoiled

Chapter 347 As if the one I saw in the afternoon was my illusion

Ten seventeen in the evening.

She vaguely heard the door opening outside, it should be him coming back.

Wen Qing didn't get up, she was still sitting on the sofa, staring at the night scene outside the window in the distance.

When Huo Ziyan opened the door and came in, he subconsciously looked at the bed, which was empty. He frowned, turned around and saw Wen Qing who was sitting on the sofa and looking at him with a slight smile, and was about to take off his suit jacket. There was a pause, and she walked directly to the seat next to her and sat down, "It's so late, why are you still awake!"

"I can't sleep, and I don't want to lie in bed!"

The man's eyes fell on her face, the woman was wearing light-colored pajamas, and when she sat down, she could still smell the aroma of the shower milk left on her body after taking a bath, probably because she had been soaking in the bathtub for a long time, and the smell was stronger than that of her body. Usually full-bodied.

Holding her into his arms with one hand, he sniffed vigorously the woman's body fragrance mixed with rose-flavored body wash. He said in a deep, apologetic voice, "Sorry, I have a lot of things to do these few days, and I don't have much time to accompany you!"

"It's okay!" Wen Qing looked up at the clock on the bedroom wall. It was 23:[-], then turned to look at Huo Ziyan, "You manage such a big company, and you have accumulated so many days of work. You can come back at this time , it’s not too late, I thought I’d wait for you until the clock ticks!”

Huo Ziyan frowned slightly, raised his arms to caress Wen Qing's face, rolled his throat a few times, "You've been waiting for me?"

Wen Qing nodded slightly. She is actually not very good at beating around the bush. In theory, she should ask him directly.

It's just that in such a late night, in such a warm environment, the atmosphere is exceptionally good. The man has a strong and clear masculine aura, which is familiar and warm. The rough palm brushes across her face, the thin callus is drawn across, and the thorn is piercing. The pricking is not uncomfortable, on the contrary, it has a feeling of heart palpitations.

This kind of atmosphere is like the many nights that the two of them have spent together, even if they do nothing, it is just so silent, or sleeping in each other's arms, or being tender and affectionate.

In fact, she didn't know whether their next conversation would be like what she thought, to resolve the misunderstanding and continue the current atmosphere between them, or to destroy all the warmth now.

It's just that she is more aware that if she doesn't ask anything, they will never return to any previous moment.

"Huo Ziyan, this afternoon..."

Wen Qing held the big hand sticking to her face, her eyes suddenly became clear, she no longer hesitated, but thought about using clearer and more concise language to express the questions that had been accumulated in her heart since the afternoon.

"Sorry!" Huo Ziyan probably thought of something, and took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket at the same time as the woman spoke, "When you called me in the afternoon, I was having a video conference in the villa. When I took out my phone, I realized it was out of battery!"

Wen Qing looked at him intently, and what she was about to say just now was cut off abruptly.

"You said you, in the afternoon..., have been meeting at the villa!"

"I'm sorry, I hung up your phone when there were important matters to discuss!"

At this moment, the two people on the sofa were sitting together, facing each other very close. The woman looked at the man's face, with beautiful three-dimensional features, sincere eyes, and a slight curve of helplessness and apology on the corners of her lips. If it wasn't for the afternoon She just saw him at the top of the mountain, and at such a close distance, she couldn't see any trace of lying, as if the one she saw in the afternoon was her own illusion.

(End of this chapter)