C1 (1/2)

Lin Zhou city, An He district, the villas stood in a line. The buildings were arranged in an orderly fashion, and both inside and outside, they exuded an exquisite and noble aura.

When Jiang Xianxing walked in, she saw An Ning standing in front of the French window. She was holding a transparent wine cup in her white hands. There was even a hint of red wine in the corner of the glass. The front half of her body was leaning against the window. She seemed to be lost in thought as her gaze wandered over the gorgeous scenery outside the window. The corners of her mouth carried a faint smile, as well as happiness and sadness.

He stepped forward and grabbed the wine cup before An Ning could drink another mouthful. An Ning looked at him with a slightly cold gaze, and asked with a cold voice, ”How dare you get drunk?”

An Ning's misty, intoxicated eyes were wide open, and her face was flushed red as if there was rouge on it.

Suddenly, An Ning threw herself at Jiang Xianzi, who was holding a glass of wine in his hand.

”Give it back to me!”

Jiang Jia Han carelessly threw away his glass of wine, frowned and pulled An Ning to the bathroom.

Jiang Jia coldly looked at An Ning's face. At this time, her face was still somewhat red, and before he could even react, he had already placed his hand on the side of her face.

Her face was very soft, as if she was sleeping in his hands. The warm and delicate feeling caused his mind to move, and his gaze also deeply focused on her face.

Slowly, he ran his other hand over An Ning's face. An-Ning seemed to be getting tired of being touched. Jiang Yi gave a cold, unreadable laugh, and then withdrew her hand.

The next moment, An Ning's hand went to his adam's apple, as if touching a bulge. Her hand flinched a little, then she put it back and forth, stroking it.

Jiang Jia let An Ning do what she wanted. His Adam's apple was slightly moving, and he was looking at her with a dazed look in his eyes. All of a sudden, his body swayed, and An Ning was lying on top of him.

In the bathroom, on top of the translucent frosted glass, a man and a woman's bodies were faintly discernible.

When An Ning woke up, she looked at the half-light curtain. The sky wasn't very bright yet.

She was alone in the big dark blue bed. His body was covered with the same colored blanket, and the pillow beside him was still as cold as ice, as if no one had come before.

Opening her eyes, An Ning blankly stared at the empty sky. In her mind, the cold handsome face of Jiang Lian flashed, and after drinking last night, her vague impression of him also became clearer.

An Ning bitterly smiled. She slowly got down from the bed and changed into a black and white suit. She put on a very light makeup outfit and, as usual, took a taxi to the Jiang Group.

Although An Ning was Jiang Jia's real wife, few people knew about her. She was just an ordinary clerk in the Jiang Group. The only person who knew her identity was Jiang Xianhan's first special assistant, Lu Fang.

When An Ning was entering the documents into the computer office on the sixth floor, Lu Xin led her into the computer room. His voice carried a trace of calmness as he leisurely transmitted it to her, ”Miss Ji, Director Jiang is currently in a meeting. Director Jiang has instructed me to bring you to his resting room.

An Ning's fingers continued to rapidly move up and down the keyboard as she raised her head to look at the woman walking past her.

Which company's supervisor had come to visit the Jiang Group? Jiang Jia Han seems to care so much about this cooperation? He actually asked Lu to personally lead a person in charge to the cold lounge in the river.

An elegant female voice responded gently to the banquet, as if she understood the situation perfectly, ”Alright, I understand.”

An Ning's fingertips suddenly exerted some force, causing a clear and resounding clashing sound to ring out. The sound of their footsteps slowly faded as Lu Xin led the woman up. At the end, An Ning couldn't hear anything clearly. That woman's voice seemed to be asking something.

An Ning stopped tapping the keyboard and stared in the direction the woman had left.