Chapter 1622 Entertainment Broker (35)

"Come in."

Yan Yan raised his eyes and looked at Xia Ling.

The distance was too far, it was hard for Xia Ling to see Yan Yan's expression clearly, but...

a little complicated?

A red -1 slowly rises from the top of his head.

Is this because you don't want to see her? Why do you reduce your favorability as soon as you meet? Xia Ling was silent.

She didn't know that there is a kind of love called resentment that can't be seen, and resentment is even more when it is seen.

Why didn't resentment appear for so long.

"Sit down." Yan Yan spoke again.

His voice is low, as steady as a cello.

Xia Ling came in.

The door behind him closed automatically.

In such a large space, only she and him, Xia Ling was inexplicably a little nervous.

She walked over and sat down reservedly behind the sofa.

The paper bag in hand is placed on the carpet.

She looked at Yan Yan, Yan Yan looked at the bar area, her eyes fell on the tea and coffee, she naturally looked at Xia Ling, and asked her.

"Tea or coffee."

Xia Ling: "Coffee, no sugar."

"Okay." Yan Yan responded, opened the can of Blue Mountain coffee beans calmly, and took out the electric grinder from the cabinet.

He is a man who loves life and hates trouble very much.

Therefore, his bar has everything, but everything is electric and can be operated with just one button.

ten minutes.

No one spoke, only the noisy sound of the grinder was heard, and then the aroma of coffee diffused in the bright and clean office.

The white enamel cup looks like a couple's cup.

The mellow coffee was brought to Xia Ling by Yan Yan's slender hands.

"Thank you." Xia Ling got up and took the coffee.

The aroma of coffee mixed with the faint aroma of water and wood on the man's body, mixed into a strange taste, as cold as a mountain, but as thorough as water.

Last time, Xia Ling bumped into Yan Yan at the banquet, and he smelled such a perfume on him.

He seems to like this smell very much, mysterious and cold, just like his people...

Xia Ling's thoughts went astray.

Blinking, quickly regaining consciousness, the time for this deviation was only a split second, so she sat back and pretended nothing happened.

The corners of Yan Yan's lips curled slightly, but he didn't expose her.

"You missed the appointment." Then, he looked at her blankly, frowning slightly, "I hate people who don't keep their promises the most."

Xia Ling: "Really..."

Does Yan Yan have the attribute of being arrogant? You clearly say you don't like it, but a +5 favor pops up on your head?

Yan Yan: "Yes."

Xia Ling looked at the top of his head.

This time there was nothing.

"Is there anything on my head?" Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked up.

Above his head was a clean ceiling, nothing but air, but Yan Yan was sure that since the girl entered the office, she had looked at the top of her head at least three or four times.

Does he have the wrong hairstyle today?

"excuse me."

Yan Yan frowned, guessed, restless.

He couldn't bear this flaw in himself.

"Ah? Okay, Mr. Yan." Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat at Yan Yan's question, and he was thinking about how to fool him, but Yan Yan suddenly stopped pursuing it.

She watched Yan Yan stand up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the identity of Ji Yuan's fragments, Yan Yan's personality is obviously different from Qi Yuan's.

Qi Yuan's keenness is manifested in music and art. In life, he is a bit clumsy and quiet. He is a boy who has just stepped into society.

And Yan Yan, sophisticated, sharp and indifferent, is a successful businessman who is very good at observing words and demeanor.

I reminded myself to be more careful with Yan Yan.

Two minutes later, Yan Yan came out of the lounge, and it could be seen that his hairstyle was more straight, and he had deliberately taken care of it.

Xia Ling stared at his hairstyle for a long time, originally she was a little flustered.

Yan Yan's alienation seemed to be separated by a layer, and she couldn't detect his attitude towards her.

But now, an indifferent and alienated person leaves the scene, but deliberately cleans up his appearance for you. Doesn't this explain a lot of problems?

Through the aroma of coffee, Xia Ling smelled a stronger smell of men's perfume again, and followed Yan Yan to approach her.

Oh...he also sprayed himself with perfume again.

"President Yan." Xia Ling smiled.

Yan Yan: "Huh?"

She relaxed in her heart, held the cup and blew, lowered her head to taste the coffee, and then said to him.

"The coffee is delicious."

Yan Yan: "Yes. One hundred thousand one gram."

Just swallowing a sip of coffee, Xia Ling heard Yan Yan say the price so solemnly, showing off like a nouveau riche, Xia Ling stopped, swallowed the coffee with difficulty, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel.

"President Yan spends money."

"It doesn't cost money, I never do business that loses money." Yan Yan curled his lips.

The thin lips were slightly raised, with a slight smile. Originally, Yan Yan's appearance was very handsome, but it was a little cold.

He smiled so suddenly, even with the sun falling on him, it was warm and dazzling, handsome and charming...

"Your name is Wang Ling."

"Well, it's Wang Ling." Xia Ling maintained his composure.

"Very good." Yan Yan nodded.

"Huh?" Xia Ling waited for his follow-up, but Yan Yan didn't follow up.

He drank the coffee in his cup calmly and calmly, and his eyes fell on Xia Ling from time to time, with a little scrutiny, but also a little deep.

It looked like he was drinking Xialing coffee.

"Does Mr. Yan have any advice?" Xia Ling felt his scalp tingling and didn't like this feeling, so he smiled and took the initiative instead, "Because of some force majeure, I was promoted and I was too busy with work , so I forgot to return Mr. Yan’s clothes.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, for causing you trouble. Thank you for your expensive coffee, but I still have work to do in the afternoon, so I won't accompany you."

Xia Ling apologized, stood up, bowed to Yan Yan, and said goodbye with a smile.

Yan Yan, who was originally at ease, looked at her, and his complexion suddenly became very bad.

"I wasted two days, do you want to leave so easily?"

"So... what exactly does Boss Yan want?" Xia Ling's eyes fell on Yan Yan, still smiling, but it was obvious that Yan Yan was looking for trouble.

She was sure that what Yan Yan was wearing was exactly the same style as what was in her paper bag.

Even if she doesn't send this shirt, will she be so strong as Yan Yan that she has no clothes to wear?

Perhaps he had forgotten about the clothes.

"It's still the same sentence, I don't do business that loses money. Woman, you have aroused my interest, so don't think about leaving so easily." Yan Yan got up.

He walked up to Xia Ling and pinched Xia Ling's chin coldly.

"I have investigated you. Your family is in a bad situation and you need a lot of money urgently. Therefore, I will give you the money, and you, be my lover during this time, until you know I am bored."

"...What are you talking about?" Xia Ling looked up at Yan Yan.

She was very sure that Yan Yan's condescending look at her with slightly squinted eyes was evil (sha) charm (diao) madness (shi) madness (zu).

For a moment, she thought she had got the script of the overlord's little wife.