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    Yan Han stayed at home for one night, and only left on Sunday afternoon. Jiang Mei prepared a lot of food for her, and reluctantly sent her to the subway station.

    Not long after returning to the apartment, Yan Han received a call from Chen Weini and was already waiting for her below.

    Opening the car door, Chen Weini was sitting in the back seat, Yan Han subconsciously said "ah", and said apologetically, "Then I'll sit in the front."

    Chen Weini didn't stop it, but smiled delicately.

    Yan Han didn't care, and sat in the co-pilot.

    The car drove towards the city center, bypassed two bustling squares, and turned into a boulevard all the way. This is Xianghu Park in the south of the city. Yan Han and his classmates once came here.  There is a villa area in the cover, which is prosperous when you go out, and quiet when you enter. It is one of the most mysterious rich people's areas in the whole northern city.

    She was a little surprised, and turned around to ask Chen Weini: "Where is this going?"

    "President Ning's villa," Chen Weini looked at her with a half-smile, "That small apartment is too small, congratulations, Miss Yan."

    Yan Han felt something was wrong, there was something in Chen Weini's words, did something happen that she didn't know about?

    The car drove all the way into a small road and stopped at the gate post. The driver poked his head out, talked to the security guard, and the gate opened.

    If, from the preface, she only knew that Ning Zeran was a rich man, then now she clearly saw the class gap between her and Ning Zeran across the Mariana Trench, and finally understood that when he said the other day that the apartment was small,  It's not that I hate it, but I really feel small.

    There are not many villas along the road, covering a huge area, standing sparsely and scatteredly on the gently rising slopes, with green trees and blooming flowers, through the half-open greening or walls of the villas, swimming pools, lawns  Everything is available, and the gray and huge granite facade is imposing.

    The car drove slowly to the middle of the hill, and the sensor door opened automatically. The driver parked the car on the parking lot in the backyard, opened the door for Yan Han, and said respectfully, "Miss Yan, please."

    There are two villas in total, a taller main building and a shorter bungalow.  Along the path paved with bluestone bricks, Yan Han followed Chen Weini all the way in. There were gardeners pruning the flowers and trees in the garden on both sides. Seeing them nodded and smiled, Yan Han quickly returned a smile.

    In front of the hall, a woman in her forties came up and said with a smile, "It's Miss Yan, my surname is Zhao, you can just call me Aunt Zhao, the young master won't be back in a while, you  Let's take a rest in the living room and have some fruit and tea."

    Yan Han was very surprised. She thought it was just Ning Zeran's private property, but she didn't expect that there were housekeepers, gardeners and other servants. Could it be that she came to Ning's house?  Ning Zeran's parents and family are also there?  How would he introduce himself?

    Aunt Zhao looked at Yan Han indiscriminately. She only knew that it was such a young girl when she was notified that someone was coming for dinner at night.  She has been in this villa for more than 20 years, and she has never seen Ning Zeran bring a girl back to the villa for dinner alone, this is the first time in history.

    She was happy, and while leading Yan Han to the living room, she explained: "There is no one else here today, the second young master has already left and will not be back until next week, the young young master went out to play with friends today, the chief and his wife like to live in the military compound,  I like to go back to the old man¡¯s old house when I¡¯m free, but I think the urban area is too congested and the traffic is inconvenient.¡±

    Yan Han didn't know who was in the Ning family, so he was confused.

    Aunt Zhao made a pot of scented tea for them, brought two bowls of fruit, and went to the kitchen to get busy with people.  Yan Han was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, she had an elegant demeanor, quietly blending in with the house.

    Chen Weini sat beside her and looked at her, feeling a little strange in her heart.

    She studied books for sixteen years, and then graduated from a prestigious school. She fought her way through hundreds of excellent recruiters and joined the Ning family. Within a few years, she became Ning Zeran's personal secretary. Who wouldn't envy her?  She is smart, capable and lucky?  But now, Yanhan only needs to open her legs to enter this luxurious villa and have dinner with Ning Zeran. The servants in this villa see her with respect and regard her as Ning Zeran's lover  .

    That's all, Yan Han actually still put some hostess in front of her, picking and choosing her work, causing her to be reprimanded twice by Ning Zeran, especially this time, Ning Zeran  Someone reselected an apartment for Yan Han, and asked her to study the girl's home decoration carefully, saying that it couldn't be as old-fashioned as this apartment.

    Isn't this clearly teaching her not to do things wholeheartedly?

    When she first brought Yanhan into this apartment, she really didn't care about people, and casually took the apartmentHan was confused, thinking it was a big round table, she poked several times into the dishes on the opposite side, raised her head, and said slightly wronged: "I can't get it."

    Ning Zeran was amused, and held a piece of chicken thigh and handed it to her mouth.

    Yan Han bit down on the chopsticks, and giggled, "I won't eat it for you."

    Ning Zeran twitched his chopsticks and said with a dark face: "Good boy, let go."

    Yan Han looked at him puzzled, and relaxed a little frustrated, his eyes were dark and watery, Ning Zeran's heart softened, and his tone slowed down: "This is unhygienic."

    Yan Han cheered up again, nodded, and said old-fashionedly: "Yes, the teacher said to pay attention to personal hygiene, I will change the pair of chopsticks for you."

    Ning Zeran was happy, did she think she was a primary school student?

    Aunt Zhao had already avoided, Yan Han wandered to the kitchen, took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Ning Zeran again, suddenly laughed again, and took the chopsticks in Ning Zeran with lightning speed.  Ran's vegetable salad was stirred, and he picked out half a small tomato from it, waving it in front of his eyes as if showing off, and the tip of his tongue rolled into his mouth.

    Ning Zeran discovered it a long time ago. In fact, Yan Han is very picky eater. She doesn't like green vegetables, but has a special liking for sour tomatoes. Other chicken skin, fatty meat, parsley, garlic, and ginger are not touched.  She doesn't come out, she eats whatever she orders, she's a little bit drunk now, and doesn't know how to hide it, she just picks what she likes to eat, and grabs it from his bowl.

    Compared with her usual well-behaved, it has a different flavor.

    Ning Zeran admired it for a moment, then threatened: "If you don't eat well, I will make you hungry all night."

    Yan Han was still a little afraid of him subconsciously, so he immediately sat upright, took several mouthfuls of food in a row, and then secretly looked up at him.

    Ning Zeran felt itchy when she saw her, so he poured all the red wine in his hand for her: "Don't choke, drink some to moisten your throat."

    I'm afraid that the owner of the winery will spit out a mouthful of blood when he hears these words. Drinking Bordeaux red wine in 1996 as vegetable soup is such a waste of money.

    Yan Han took a big sip happily, his cheeks were as red as if stained with rouge, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the wine stains at the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "Put more sugar, it's not sweet enough."

    Ning Zeran smiled: "Then sit next to me, and I'll give you candy."

    Yan Han believed it was true, supported the table and stood up, stumbled to his side, before she could sit down, her waist was pulled hard, she gasped in shock, and sat directly on Ning Zeran's lap.

    Her lips were like blooming flowers. Ning Zeran stared at them for a long time before restraining his urge to kiss them. He dipped his hand in red wine and put his finger on her lips to caress.

    Yan Han sucked his fingers for a moment and raised his head in confusion.

    "Sweet or not?" Ning Zeran asked with a smile.

    "You lied" Yan Han murmured and accused, "It's not sweet at all, you are a villain pretending to be you, not my father"

    Ning Zeran didn't catch his breath, his face turned dark: "Do you see who I am?"

    Yan Han's eyes widened, his eyes flicked across his face little by little, and finally stopped on his eyes, and suddenly hugged his neck and kissed his eyes hard, muttering strange pronunciation, no  Know whether it is "sand" or "mountain".

    It was soft and wet, as if the spring rain was carried by the spring breeze, and fell on the eyelids, and finally licked the eyelashes mischievously.

    Ever since he became sensible, Ning Zeran has rejected all expressions of affection with saliva, even his family members are no exception. There was once a lover who was subconsciously pushed and bumped into the bedside table because he kissed him.  He gave the definition of "monster with a heart of stone".

    This is the first time a woman has kissed his eyes so intimately

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