Qin Jian stood up straight, slowly walked in front of her, and looked down at her, "One servant at a time, which family's maid is so presumptuous as you?" ”

"That's also forced by you!"

"If I really force you, you're still standing here?"

"You really brought me here just for a late-night snack?"

"Or else?"

"But I still want to go back." With him alone, the widow is here, and An Yin is not sure.

"I'm flying to Hong Kong at half past one in the morning."

An Yin was stunned, looked at her phone, and it was already past eleven o'clock, "Where's your luggage?" ”

"Nope."

Qin Jian's mobile phone rang again, he glanced at An Yin, picked up the phone, and walked away.

Looks like he's really busy.

An Yin walked away.

The man looked up at her.

An Yin said: "I'll go and put bath water for you." ”

The man lowered his head slightly, playing with the lighter in his hand, while listening to the phone and no longer looking at her.

An Yin went to the bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor, and as soon as the water was halfway down, Qin Jian came in from outside the door, tall and handsome.

An Yin said: "The water will be ready immediately." ”

Qin Jian was not in a hurry, leaned on the screen next to him with his arms crossed, and looked at the little woman who bent down to test the water temperature lightly.

The side face is delicate and beautiful, the nose is upturned and the lips are red, and the neck is a fair and delicate arc.

A strand of hair slipped down and brushed her fair face, a trace of silky slipping, which made his heart itch.

An Yin saw that the water was almost over, and was about to reach out to turn off the faucet, when a deep voice sounded behind him.

"I'm going to be in Hong Kong for three days. In the past three days, you stay here, don't go back to the Qin Mansion, wait for me to come back. ”

"I didn't bring anything, why did I stay here?" An Yin frowned.

"What are you going to bring?"

"I have to read books and review, and I can't go three days without changing my clothes."

"Review questions can be done online, as for clothes...... You can wear mine. ”

No!

She doesn't want to wear his clothes!

"Turn off the water yourself." An Yin's little face darkened directly, turned around and left.

An Yin came out of the bathroom, closed the bathroom door, checked the temperature in Hong Kong, went to the wardrobe to get clean clothes, and put them on the bed.

He took out his suitcase again and helped him pack his luggage.

Before she married Wang Wenyu, she did all these things, and it was naturally very quick to do at this time.

Qin Jian came out of the shower, wiping his hair with a towel in his hand, he glanced at An Yin, who was closing the suitcase, didn't say anything, sat on the sofa and opened the notebook, threw away the towel, and started working.

He wears a white bathrobe, and his collarbones are particularly good-looking.

An Yin has watched him for more than ten years, and he is still pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the man who was doing things seriously, he noticed that the ends of his hair were still dripping, and went over to pick up a towel and wipe his hair.

He looked up, her hand holding the towel paused, her heart beating faintly faster, but her face tried to be as natural as possible, he only glanced at her, and then looked back at the computer screen.

An Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

Stinky bastard, he's so old that he can't take care of himself, and if she doesn't wipe his head for him, he can go out with his head wet.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and rubbed his fingertips against her face, he didn't pay attention to maintenance like ordinary rich young masters, his fingers were very slender, but his fingertips were slightly calloused.