Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 290 Suddenly, there was a feeling of going out and bumping into a ghost. After hearing her words, Duan Zijin raised his eyebrows, his expression still lazy, "You also said that he invited people in the industry, how can I go? "

Mi Lan stared at her, and said solemnly: "Please beg me, I'll get you an invitation card."

Duan Zijin picked up a piece of bread with a smile, and stuffed it into her mouth, his movements were rough but his voice was gentle, "Okay, I beg you, Chairman Mida, please be kind and help me get an invitation card, you can ?”

Hearing this arrogant and gentle tone, Duan Zipei felt chills. He thought, if Mi Lan was a man, Yoyo would probably just wink at him.

Chairman Mi was satisfied with this, and after leaving Duan's house, he drove to the legacy.

The flamboyant and bright Porsche parked swaggeringly at the gate of Legacy, blocking the way of many people, but no one dared to tell her to leave.

Mi Lan took off her sunglasses and walked into the hall. When the front desk lady saw that it was her, she directly called Mr. Fu.

As soon as the call arrived, Mi Lan pushed open the door of Fu Yan's office without even knocking on the door.

When she saw the people inside, she was taken aback, "Boss Jiang, what a coincidence, you're here too."

The man on the sofa raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, his handsome brows were covered with an indifferent indifference.

He ignored Mi Lan, but turned his gaze to Fu Yan, "It's working time now, what do I hire you for, I'm a bit modest."

Fu Yan didn't speak, watched the man leave from the sofa, then walked to the door and closed the office door, his dark eyes were locked on the woman's face, but his tone was always cold, "Come to see me? "

"I'm already here, why do you still ask this nonsense?" Mi Lan shrugged, threw the sunglasses on his desk, and sat casually on his boss chair.

Fu Yan watched her movements silently.

It is well known that he has a cleanliness fetish, even the eldest brother would not sit in his chair so wantonly.

In the whole world, only she, Mi Lan, dared.

He still looked at her, the deep meaning in his phoenix eyes was vague, but he suppressed it tightly, "Look for me, what's the matter?"

She never took the initiative to find him.

This has been the case for two years.

It was always him who haunted her.

"Well, it's something to do." She didn't meet his eyes, and played with the car keys in her hand with downcast eyes, "I want an invitation for the charity dinner you mentioned last time."

The man frowned, and stayed quiet for two or three seconds before remembering what the charity dinner she was talking about. He walked up to her, his voice slightly hoarse, "If you want to go, I'll take you there."

Mi Lan looked up at him, her crimson lips spoke clearly, "I want an invitation card."

The man's brows darkened instantly.

That's why she wants to go by herself without letting him accompany her?

Maybe Mi Lan didn't guess what the man was thinking, or maybe she guessed it but didn't bother to pay attention to it. She just looked at his increasingly cold and gloomy face so simply and without warmth.

After a while, she sighed and stood up.

As soon as he got up, he tripped over his high heels and fell unsteadily to one side.

The man's reaction ability was faster than her falling speed. He stretched out his long arms, caught her nimbly, and brought her into his arms.

In fact, if he held her up, he could let her go. After all, he also promised not to touch her.

But by coincidence - probably because he missed him too much, when the woman's soft and fragrant body touched his arm, Fu Yan's first reaction was to tighten his arm.

But this time, Mi Lan didn't hide, a certain kind of extreme irritability and disgust flashed through her heart, as if every hair was standing on end because of the man's touch.

Even her fingers curled up unconsciously, but she gritted her teeth tightly, hooked her lotus arms around the man's neck, and sent her lips up.

This small movement of hers caused a huge wave in the man's deep eyes instantly.

He was stunned for less than half a second before reaching out his hand to wrap around her waist, with the other hand supporting the back of her head, keeping her in an unavoidable position, and then he drove straight in, deepening the kiss .

It's not that Mi Lan has never seen how crazy this man is in love affairs, but she has never seen him kiss her with such intensity that he wants to kill her.

All the air was snatched away by him, and his tongue was stirring heavily in her mouth.

At this time, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

When Mi Lan was kissed to the point of darkness, she slightly opened her eyes and looked at the person outside the door from the corner of her eye.

A woman with the appearance of a clerk, wearing a hip-wrapping skirt, with a scheming nude makeup, and the buttons of her shirt and shirt are stretched out by her breasts, she is beautifully dressed.

She frowned, and immediately reached out to push the man.

When Fu Yan was pushed away by her, he also panted slightly, breathing heavily.

His shirt was pulled a little out of shape by her, looking completely different from his usual meticulous look.

Only then did the man look at the woman at the door, his voice was extremely cold, "Who let you in?"

The female secretary was so frightened by the cruelty in his eyes that her heart trembled, she glanced at the woman in the man's arms again, and said in a low voice: "President Fu, I came to you and said that I didn't say anything last night. Finished……"

Before the word "planning" could be said, the man interrupted him coldly, "Get out!"

The female secretary had never seen this man who was so cold in his bones and wouldn't show any expression when the sky fell was so angry.

She almost ran away.

After leaving the office door, what lingered in her mind for a long time was the image of the man sinking into kissing the woman in his arms.

Fu is always famous for his cleanliness, and unlike the other three leaders of the company, he always gives people a very cold and indifferent feeling, so indifferent to abstinence.

This man should be calm and restrained all the time.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that he could also be so crazily and obsessively immersed in the intense sex between a man and a woman.

With just one kiss, he couldn't extricate himself and messed up his clothes, so how would he love her on the bed?

Looking at her seductive curves, she suddenly felt that in the eyes of that man, her breasts might be just a lump of meat, no different from the pork and beef sold in the market.And the woman in his arms, no matter how conservatively she was dressed, in his opinion, she was alluring and seductive.

In the office, Mi Lan sat down on the chair again.

The man was beside her, and when he spoke, a hoarse voice fell from the top of her head: "Milan."

His hands grabbed her shoulders, not daring to use force, but she couldn't break free.

Mi Lan's mind was full of that inexplicable woman just now.

Women are the most accurate at seeing women. She knew at a glance that that woman definitely had different thoughts about Fu Yan.

But what does this have to do with her?

She closed her eyes and dispelled all kinds of thoughts in her mind, "Fu Yan, I want an invitation card, will you give it?"

The man paused, and suddenly let out a low laugh. He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him, "The kiss just now was for me in return?"

Mi Lan looked into his deep and bottomless phoenix eyes, and said a word: "Yes."

Even though he had thought of this for a long time, the man still darkened his face in her frank and hurtful answer, "Do you really think my heart is made of steel and I won't feel anything, it's my feeling, my Emotions are not within your consideration at all?"

Mi Lan saw the self-deprecating arc of his thin and cold lips, but still remained expressionless, "Do you think I didn't give you enough? An invitation card, what else do you want to take from me, just say it gone."

Fu Yan looked at her for a while, then let go of his hand, "I will give you whatever you want, you don't need to exchange anything."

"Really?" Mi Lan smiled and straightened her short hair, "I gave you a kiss and exchanged an invitation card from you, which made you so unhappy, if I really don't give you anything, I don't know how much resentment Mr. Fu wants. Forget it, fair trade has always been between you and me, so it's better for us to figure it out. "

In each of her soft voices, Fu Yan felt a heavy and coldness of falling into hell. The chill came from all around, and it spared no effort to get into every pore of him.

After a long time, he took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket and made a call under her gaze, "President Li."

The other party recognized who he was and responded politely.

Fu Yan wasn't in the mood to greet him, so he cut to the chase and said, "Leave me an invitation for the charity dinner tomorrow night."

I don't know what was said there, Mi Lan heard Fu Yan thanked her, and hung up the phone.

Then he went to the door and reached out to lock the office door completely.

Mi Lan felt every nerve tense in an instant.

He walked back blankly, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked.

She frowned at him, her tone full of defense, "What are you going to do?"

"You." The man answered concisely.

Mi Lan's eyes widened, and before she could speak, she was completely enveloped by his rushing breath.

He picked her up from the seat, kissed her, and carried her into the private lounge in the inner office.

Mi Lan struggled subconsciously, but was crushed to death by him.

In the past two years, he has been careful to curry favor with her, and Mi Lan almost forgot that this man was originally a person who stood at the pinnacle of power and turned his hands into clouds and rain.

What he wants, he just needs to grab it with his hands, why would he ever discuss it with others?

Probably because she hasn't been treated so roughly for a long time, Mi Lan suddenly panicked, "Fu Yan, get out!"

He unbuttoned his clothes slowly, but tore hers fiercely, buried his head on her body, and kissed non-stop, from top to bottom, not letting go of any part.

Mi Lan felt that her tense nerves were beginning to be cut open by the sharp blade, and the voice from her mouth was so broken that she couldn't bear to listen to it.

"Don't you want me to figure it out?" The man said lightly, the indifference in his words was completely different from the mania in his body at this time, his handsome face was full of mockery, "Then it's clear, I gave you what you want." Now I will take what you want from me. Mi Lan, since you want to exchange it with me, don't tell me to stop!"

……

Duan Zijin got the invitation that night.

The invitation was sent by Mi Lan, but she didn't come, so I don't know what happened.

When I asked Ah Qing, I only got the answer "Mi Lan may be too busy".

She unfolded the invitation card and saw an empty column of invitees.

Duan Zijin took out a pen from the drawer and wrote his own name.

The little guy in the crib suddenly cried out, her hand shook, and the pen almost fell out.

Duan Zi hurriedly stood up and held the red date in his arms, but he didn't want her to cry more and more and wake up the white fungus.

So there were cries one after another in the bedroom.

She felt a headache, but when she saw the tears on the faces of the two children, her heart ached.

The servant came in from the door, and hurriedly separated the young master and the young lady, took the white fungus away and coaxed them elsewhere.

Duan Zi looked down at the baby girl in his arms, her brows and eyes were soft and clear, she would probably be a beautiful girl when she grows up.

In a way, red dates and white fungus are already "siblings".

What's more, Duan Zijin really wants a girl. Although it's not that he doesn't like Tremella because he's a boy, but with multiple daughters... she will always be happier.

With her physical condition, it was too difficult to have another one.

However, even if she can give birth, with whom is still a problem.

Under the comfort of her soft words, Xiao Hongzao gradually became quiet, and Duan Zijin kissed her forehead lightly.

She thought, if she still can't find Hongzao's biological father tomorrow, then she won't look for it, and there is nothing wrong with keeping her by her side.

On the second day, Duan Zijin specially dressed herself more brightly and charmingly than before, which was worthy of the last dinner.

The dinner was on the cruise ship, so she asked the driver to drive the car to the pier by the river.

Both Mi Lan and Ah Qing had business tonight, so they couldn't accompany her to attend. For this reason, Ah Qing specially left her driver with her, and told her not to leave her at every step.

Duan Zijin felt that this was a bit of a molehill. Those who participated in this kind of dinner party were all people of status. Even if they were not honest in their bones, no one would do anything harmful to her in full view of the public.

The driver opened the car door for her, and she shivered in the cold river wind. She couldn't help but put on a fox velvet shawl and walked quickly to the ferry.

In a car not far away, a man was smoking a cigarette, staring indifferently at every woman who came to the banquet.

Mao Tian looked at the man's calm and calm posture, and somehow felt a decisive ruthlessness coming from his calm expression.

It seems that the third master is going to wait here tonight, but he glanced at his watch, "Third master, although Miss Mi has asked for an invitation, she doesn't necessarily have to go to the banquet...the boat will sail soon Now, everyone who should come must have come, I guess if you wait any longer, you will..."

Just when he finished saying "also", the expression of the man on the co-pilot suddenly changed.

Maotian's voice stopped abruptly, and he hurriedly looked over, but found nothing unusual, and he didn't see his "lady boss" appearing.

Then he really couldn't think of anyone else who could make Mr. Fu show such obvious emotions that spread across his face.

So he followed the third master's line of sight and aimed at a certain figure——

is a woman.

She is slender and slim, not the beauty of a small bird, but she is very thin. In the river wind, her long hair was blown by the wind.

She was wearing a velvet white shawl and a water-blue dress, which looked very ordinary.

However, when the woman stretched out her hand to fix her hair, and inadvertently presented a warm and charming side face in the field of vision of the two people in the car, Mao Tian suddenly felt like he had hit a ghost when he went out.

He really wanted to say "Fuck".

After a long time, he suppressed this impulse, and murmured: "There are people who look so similar in the world."

Maybe it's too far away to see clearly, but with such a hasty glance, the woman really looks like Mrs. Jiang, the legendary figure who caused a storm in Yucheng two years ago.

Fu Yan stubbed out the cigarette, his eyes were deep and dark, "Immediately go and confirm which invitation she is holding."

All the posts have numbers stamped on the footer with bronzing letters. If she took the one he gave Mi Lan, then the identity of this woman is self-evident.

Maotian was stunned, and hurried to get off the car to make a contact.

He came back after a while, and under Fu Yanhan's stern eyes, he said in a low voice, "Third Master, there is no need to check the serial number, the name on that invitation card is Duan You."

Fu Yan frowned, took out another cigarette, and lit it.

It took a long time before he said, "Damn it."

*

Not long after Duan Zijin boarded the cruise ship, the cruise ship set sail from the pier.

She didn't have any acquaintances at this dinner party. If there were any, most of them were the group of people who had met in the previous banquets.

She took a glass of wine and sat under the stage, looking at the continuous crowd from time to time.

Seeing so many men, round and square, long and flat, in all kinds of shapes, she was almost tired of looking at them, and almost forgot what the man she was looking for looked like.

For the first time, she began to doubt whether this method of finding people in a haystack was scientific or not.

But today's occasion was much more targeted than the previous few times. Soon, Duan Zijin found a target in the crowd.

The man was about 40 years old, and he was completely dressed, but it was not a suit, but a Tang suit.

He had a businessman's signature smile on his face, sophisticated and tactful, but he himself seemed to be a bit more sophisticated than ordinary businessmen.

Holding the wine glass, Duan Zijin leaned closer and heard his voice talking to others.

The man's speech is also very temperamental, it really looks like someone who studies antiques, his stomach is full of ink, and the words he speaks are not ordinary.

"Mr. Meng, how about the fineness of this jade?" Someone beside him was holding a tray wrapped in red silk with crystal clear jade on it.

The man called "Mr. Meng" put on his gloves, weighed the jade in his hands and studied it for a while, then took out a magnifying glass from his skirt, looked at it and said, "It's a rare gem."

Duan Zijin didn't think there was anything wrong before, but when he held the magnifying glass in front of his left eye and stared at the jade carefully, it suddenly overlapped with the silhouette she remembered seeing on TV.

She subconsciously clenched the wine glass in her hand, and pressed her fingertips against the wall of the goblet. If she tried harder, the glass might shatter.

When the people around him left, Duan Zijin greeted him from the front, "Mr. Meng."

The man was taken aback, stopped and looked at her, the smile on his face didn't diminish at all, but it wasn't necessarily sincere, "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, I do have something I want to ask you."

The man is gentle and polite, "Please speak."

"How long have you lived in Yucheng?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he was not used to her straightforward question, "This...is Meng's private matter, so it's not for outsiders to understand."

Duan Zijin also reacted, frowned slightly, and apologized in a gentle voice: "Sorry, Mr. Meng, I was abrupt. I was entrusted by someone to come to Yucheng to look for someone. If it is convenient for you, can you Answer me, did you live abroad for a while three years ago?"

The man's eyes were slightly darkened, and he looked at her seriously, "You are?"

Duan Zijin had a premonition that she had found the right one, and she said calmly, "I'm from Los Angeles..."

"Los Angeles?"

A shrill female voice suddenly broke into their conversation.

Immediately afterwards, a lady in a dark purple evening dress rushed over from nowhere, gave Duan Zijin a vicious look, and then looked at the man, "Meng Qingping, are you still entangled with that vixen in Los Angeles? "

After hearing her words, Duan Zijin frowned imperceptibly, and she also looked at the woman in front of her lightly. She was about the same age as Mr. Meng, and her body was plump, but her face was in her mid-mature, with a charming charm. live.

Meng Qingping frowned, and his voice finally became tense, not as calm as it was when he spoke to Duan Zijin just now, "Ma'am, I didn't. Yu Xin and I have long since lost contact, you know that."

Hearing the word "Yuxin", some emotion finally appeared in Duan Zijin's warm and calm eyes.

Madam Meng pointed at Duan Zijin, and said aggressively: "Then who is she? From Los Angeles, she is that little vixen named Zhang Yuxin?"

As she said that, Madam Meng's eyes returned to Duan Zijin, and she couldn't help but lose her confidence.

Because she is really beautiful.

That kind of beauty is not limited to the outer skin, but seems to have been deeply integrated into her blood, becoming a temperament that is difficult to peel off.

The banquet hall was radiantly illuminated by the light refracted by the crystal lamp. The light hit this woman, giving off a quiet, lazy, yet magnificent beauty.

Because she was restraining herself, her beauty at this time seemed unassuming and unobtrusive, like a poison that could infiltrate people's bone marrow, killing someone silently.

Once she completely let go and stopped holding back, it would be no problem to say that she is gorgeous and overwhelming.

Why light blue and light red, it is the best among flowers.

"Mrs. Meng, please pay attention to your words." The woman said lightly. She couldn't say that there were any obvious waves on her beautiful face, but it made people feel the lazy irony between the lines for no reason. It was a kind of dismissive arrogance. , Hurtful and invisible, "Three years ago, if you hadn't clamored to divorce Mr. Meng, how could he have left his hometown to go to the United States? Oh, it wasn't about divorce—I remember you were already divorced at that time , why, the man you don't want yourself, if someone else wants it, I'm sorry for you, and I'm a vixen?"

"You!" Mrs. Meng blushed with anger, "Don't play tricks on me! Qingping has remarried me, and you still come to him. If this is not the act of a vixen, what is it?"

Duan Zijin looked at her, there was no warmth in his brown pupils.

She suddenly thought that if she gave the jujube to Meng Qingping, the poor child might live under the torture of this woman for the rest of her life.

But that was Yu Xin's last wish during her lifetime - to bring the child to her father.

"Mr. Meng." She ignored the crazy woman and looked at Meng Qingping, "I want to talk to you alone."

"What are you talking about, what is there to talk about!" Mrs. Meng stepped forward and grabbed Duan Zijin's wrist.

Duan Zijin avoided subconsciously, and the wine in his hand suddenly overturned, splashing on Mrs. Meng's dress.

Immediately everyone looked this way, Madam Meng's face became even uglier, and she raised her hand and slapped her.

Just at the very moment, the tall and handsome man, like a god descending from the sky, protected her with one hand, and grabbed Mrs. Meng's wrist with the other very rudely. It was cold and cold, freezing the surrounding air——

"Yu Song, throw her out for me!"