Chapter 1: Sleeping in a man

Mucheng, at night, the lights are on.

At the graduation party in the evening, Yan Anxi drank a lot of wine, his head was dizzy and drunk. And for some reason, after drinking, she felt a little hot all over her body, and the heat rising from the depths of her body made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yan Anxi had no choice but to find an excuse and leave early.

She returned to the hotel, found the room card from her bag, pushed the door open and walked in.

Yan Anxi walked to the bed and fell asleep. In a daze, he could only hear footsteps, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped beside her.

Yan Anxi raised his head, half-squinted his beautiful eyes, and only saw a tall and tall strange man looking at her condescendingly.

"You...who are you..." she asked, "Are you a waiter in the hotel? Or...or..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Anxi paused for a moment, suddenly giggled again, and said to himself: "The service is so good now, delivery is at home, but I... I didn't call you the young master, I have a fiancé..."

Young Master? It turns out that this woman treats him as a man who sells him?

The man curled a dangerous curve in the corner of his mouth, bent down, pinched her chin, and his voice was deep: "Even if I sell it, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

He smelled the alcohol on her body and frowned in disgust.

Yan Anxi was pinched a little painful by his force: "Be gentle, it hurts me. You go out. I'm going to sleep, remember to close the door for me..."

The man snorted coldly, let go of his hand, and was about to turn around and leave, but Yan Anxi suddenly took the initiative to pull his sleeve.

"It's so hot... Why are your hands so cold and comfortable? Don't let go..."

The man stopped, without looking at her, and waved her hand mercilessly.

Who knew that Yan Anxi had wrapped herself around, clasped her strong waist tightly with her hands tightly, and murmured unconsciously: "Hot, I'm hot..."

She raised her head and rubbed her chin against the man's chest, causing the man to freeze all over.

The man lowered his head and used the dim light in the room to truly see the woman in his arms.

His cold and hard outline suddenly softened, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "So it's you..."

Yan Anxi had lost her consciousness and only followed her instinct to press onto the man, constantly pulling her clothes, revealing her white and round shoulders. She continued to pull: "Wuwuwu, it's so hot, why can't you take it off...Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

The man asked, "Who gave you medicine?"

Yan Anxi could not hear what he was saying. His whole body was hot and uncomfortable, numb and numb, and extremely uncomfortable.

She only knew that the man in front of her could save her.

Yan Anxi's voice was like a kitten, soft and soft; "Help me, why is this skirt so hard to take off? It's so hot... Turn on the air conditioner a little lower..."

No normal man can resist her current enthusiasm.

The man smiled softly, his voice full of magnetic. He stretched out his slender hand, touched the zipper of her dress, and slowly pulled it open.

The graceful body was exposed in front of him, and the man's dark eyes suddenly became deeper.

He turned over and pressed her firmly under him, "Little Fairy, I'm not polite."

Entangled overnight, turning the clouds and rain.

Yan Anxi fell asleep exhausted, but the man played with her hair. His handsome face was cold, but his eyes were shining with a tiny light.

the next day.

Yan Anxi woke up with his head that was about to explode. As soon as he turned over, he saw a lying beside him...

A man without clothes.

The muscles on his shoulders were so strong that she wanted to reach out and poke.

She sat up and quickly lifted the quilt in front of her, and then covered it with panic.

Oh my God, this...what is going on? She slept with a strange man for the whole night?

Yan Anxi looked at the man beside him again and found that this man not only had a good figure, but also looked first-class and handsome.

Now the man's sleeping look is so sleepy that he can be directly immersed in the painting.

Yan Anxi bit her lower lip and tried hard to recall what happened last night, but sadly found that she... had been drunk.

Could it be that she went to the wrong room and then forced the man by getting drunk?

No, her room card is in this room, and she can't open the door to other people's rooms!

After thinking about it, Yan Anxi suddenly realized that this man was probably the kind that he sold... Young Master, commonly known as Cowherd.

Well, yes, that's it.

Yan Anxi secretly turned over and got out of bed, picked up his close-fitting clothes from the ground, and put them on one by one. She didn't see the man's eyes suddenly opened behind her.

After dressing, Yan Anxi turned around and looked at the man on the bed, and found that he had not woken up yet, and he felt relieved.

She carefully pulled open her bag, rummaging and muttering to herself, "Last night, whether you did it first or I did it first, I still have this money. I still have a thousand yuan...hey? Where is my money?"

Yan Anxi looked at his wallet and was stunned.

Except for one hundred yuan, she only has two coins left, and the rest was still the one she took the subway a few days ago.

"One thousand dollars...I'm not there either. Alas, forget it, I'll give it to you all one hundred dollars, so I don't need to find it. I'll give it to you two coins, and I'll give it to you all."

Yan Anxi put the hundred and two yuan beside the man's pillow, and he didn't dare to give it up for fear of waking him up.

What if the man wakes up and sees that she only gives such a little money and makes a fuss with her, she can't afford to lose her face.

Yan Anxi didn't dare to look back and ran away from the room.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the man opened his eyes again and sat up lazyly.

His fingers stretched out with clear joints and picked up the hundred and two dollars. The man raised his thin lips and laughed: "I'm going to sleep with me, so I'll only pay this little?"

With a deep look, the wrinkled shirt under the bed was swept. The man picked up his cell phone and dialed a string of numbers: "Send a piece of clothing to the hotel, right away."

The other party replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Mu."

The tailor-made high-end handmade suit was quickly sent by a special person. The man was dressed neatly. When he was about to leave, he saw the money on the pillow and turned it back and picked it up. He picked it up at the end of his eyes and his voice was low and thick: "I won't go to the company today, I'll postpone it soon. I'll go to the Mu family."

"Yes, Mr. Mu."
Chapter completed!