Chapter 951: Tonight, there's still a long time
Just as the two of them looked at each other and secretly confronted each other, Xiao Li suddenly appeared and shouted to this side, "Brother Yan, everyone is ready, the car can start."
Because of the accident that happened today, Director Tang and the field manager re-counted the number of people. They must wait for all the people before starting to avoid another accident.
The two who were interrupted retracted their gazes at the same time.
Yan Zhenxing stood up first, and without waiting for Nan Yuan to say anything, he skillfully slapped her and hugged her.
Nan Yuan put her hand on his shoulder calmly, "Mr. Yan, my feet don't hurt anymore and I can walk by myself."
Yan Zhenxing held the woman's palm with a fiery temperature, and even through a thin layer of clothing, the scalding temperature could be passed on.
With a gentle demeanor, he approached the woman's words with a hint of ridicule, "Miss An, I advise you not to be brave. It's not like you haven't seen me hug you, why are you shy?"
Nan Yuan glanced at him, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "If Mr. Yan is not afraid of scandals, of course I have no problem."
"Haha, I can spread the scandal with you, isn't it because Miss An took the initiative to create this opportunity?"
In order to maintain her original personality, Nan Yuan said too much nonsense to unrelated people today, and she is too lazy to complain about what Yan Zhen is doing now.
It seems that after looking around, it is still set up by high-cold people, and one look can send people away.
Seeing that she stopped talking, Yan Zhenxing hugged her in a good mood, and got into the car under the eager attention of everyone on the set.
Xiao Li carried the large and small bags of the two of them, followed in time, and sat in his old seat.
Just as he sat firmly, he heard Brother Yan say to Xiao An, "An Jin, if you are tired, you can sleep on my shoulder for a while."
Xiao Li took a deep breath.
Big brother, big brother! This is a public place!
Xiao Li can only count on Xiao An to be sensible and not to climb up the pole given by Brother Yan.
However, in the next second, he saw Xiao An's head tilted and leaning on Brother Yan's shoulder unceremoniously.
Xiao Li: ! !
Sister Zhao, help! Brother Yan seems to be really in love, and he is still deeply in love!
Along the way, Xiao Li was apprehensive and focused on the two people in the front row.
Fortunately, the two of them didn't do anything more than snuggle up and sleep together.
until--
When the car arrived at the door of the guest house, Xiao Li and everyone in the car saw that Yan Zhen was about to carry An Jin upstairs.
Xiao Li's eyes widened, he followed directly, and then he became a sand sculpture.
He actually saw Brother Yan open the door of his room, so he hugged Xiao An into the room!
Brother Yan carried Xiao Anjin into his house? !
Xiao Li looked back in a panic, and sure enough, he saw several pairs of eyes sneaking towards this side. After witnessing the scene where Brother Yan hugged Xiao An back to his room, his eyes were full of excited gossip!
Ah ah ah!
Is Brother Yan crazy? At this time, there is no shyness at all! So many people have seen it!
The moment the door was closed, Yan Zhenxing directly raised the woman in his arms, slid his hands down her waist, and put his legs on him.
Then, almost impatiently, he pressed the person against the door, bowed his head and kissed it.
Nan Yuan tilted her head in time and reminded: "Mr. Yan, wait a minute, shouldn't you ask questions first? You know, after tonight in this village, there will be no such shop."
"Tonight is still a long time." The man said in a hoarse voice, his breath was already chaotic, and as soon as the final sound fell, his fiery lips pressed **** the woman, accurately capturing the rosy touch, while keeping the woman indifferent. But the voice that seemed to carry a hook all the time blocked them all back.
Almost instantly, a raging fire was lit on the two of them.
In the eyes of outsiders, Yan Zhenxing is a gentleman who is calm and calm. No one could have imagined that this man's kiss was completely opposite to the calm gentleman he showed.
Intense, fiery, intense, so aggressive that it seemed to devour everything.
The two were passionately entangled.
Nan Yuan's eyes were half-squinted, as if immersed in it, and she seemed to be just looking at the man in front of her with this blurred appearance.
The man kissed very seriously, those eyes that were always hiding something, were half-closed at this time, filled with strong lust.
In the dimly lit room, those eyes were darker than ever.
Even the dark wheat-colored skin seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of red, as if drunk and crimson intoxicating.
Nan Yuan felt that Yan Zhenxing, a man, was more **** and sultry than ever when he was in love, and he could easily arouse her desire.
However, this also includes Nan Yuan's indulgence.
She thought that in the last world, she bullied him too much because of her high value of force, which indeed made him suffer a lot of grievances. In this world, the gender of the two finally returned to normal, so she indulged him a little.
After all, that guy is the most preoccupied with this matter of male and female love.
After a long time, Yan Zhenxing breathed and let go, with a smile in his eyes, and asked in a low, **** voice, "Have you eaten sour plum? It's sour and sweet."
Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows to look at him, "Preserved sour plums are the snacks you bought for me. Why, you don't know what you bought?"
Yan Zhenxing let out a low laugh, "My focus has never been on such trivial matters. I prefer to pay attention to your red lips with sour plums, and your teeth chewing sour plums."
Nan Yuan: …
Yan Zhenxing suddenly kissed the woman again.
This time, while kissing, he eagerly took off the woman's clothes, and then directly carried the person to the bathroom...
In the misty fog, Yan Zhenxing asked: "An Jin, the second question is coming, what is your true identity...?"
Nan Yuan's breathing was unsteady, and following his rhythm, she was silent for a while before answering him in a broken voice: "I can't tell you my identity clearly, but it should be regarded as your natural enemy."
Paparazzi and artists have always been in a relationship that doesn't deal with each other, so there is nothing wrong with this answer.
When Yan Zhenxing heard this, his eyes deepened slightly.
"An Jin, tell me, who sent you here?" Yan Zhenxing's low voice was magnetic and enticing, carrying a fatal allure.
Nan Yuan suddenly raised her chin because of his ruthless action at a certain moment, revealing the slender and white swan neck.
Yan Zhenxing immediately buried his head and took a breath, which was an obvious sucking mark, "An Jin, be good, tell me."
The blue veins on Nan Yuan's neck twitched gently, and she slammed her five fingers into his half-wet hair, saying in her heart: "Dog man."