Everyone says that the Crown Prince of the Yin family is black-hearted, ruthless, and extremely cunning, a powerful figure in North City who must never be provoked.
Yet Jiang Yuan went out of...
Chapter 239 "Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I take it off for you?"
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Yuan packed up her things and came out of the office building with her colleagues.
Just a few steps out of the revolving door, Jiang Yuan was nudged by the elbow of a female colleague next to her. "Hey, hey, a luxury car!"
This is the Financial Street, where luxury cars can be seen everywhere, but cars worth tens of millions are still rare. Several colleagues were attracted by the shiny black Rolls-Royce Phantom at the same time. Jiang Yuan's eyes followed everyone else's and then his face froze.
Only then did she suddenly remember that she had mentioned to Yin Dong on the phone at noon that they were having dinner together. She saw the driver, Lao Zhang, sitting in the driver's seat. When Lao Zhang's eyes met hers, he opened the door and got out of the car, then bent down to open the back door.
Several colleagues were stunned for two seconds before they reacted. Someone pushed Jiang Yuan and joked, "Hurry back to the palace, Madam Yin!"
Jiang Yuan felt indescribably embarrassed. She was not worthy of this title. She winked at her colleagues, signaling them not to talk nonsense, and at the same time she was glad that Yin Dong was not in the car, otherwise if he heard what she said, she didn't know how he would tease her.
As her colleagues gradually walked away, Jiang Yuan said thank you to Lao Zhang and walked towards the car. Just when she was halfway in, she froze. The man leaning on the back seat had a relaxed expression and turned his head slightly to look at her, with a look of scrutiny on his face.
Jiang Yuan's face was visibly red, and she said stiffly, "Why are you here?"
She really didn't expect him to come in person.
"I'm here to pick up Mrs. Yin from get off work."
With a slight smile on his face, he sat up from the back of the chair and took the bag from her hand.
Jiang Yuan felt that his smile seemed to be mocking her unrealistic ambitions.
The title "Mrs. Yin" is really too heavy.
It was almost a tacit understanding between them that there was no chance of them getting married.
Jiang Yuan had to hurriedly explain: "They were just joking. I'll tell them not to yell like that later."
He slowly put away his smile and said nothing. Jiang Yuan changed the subject, "Where are we going to eat?"
"drive."
He said this to Lao Zhang.
Jiang Yuan didn't ask any further questions. He could go wherever he wanted anyway.
But the direction the car was heading became more and more familiar, until it drove back to the villa community and stopped in the underground garage.
"Aren't you going out to eat?"
Jiang Yuan turned her head and stared at him. His sharp features were hidden in the dim light of the garage. His voice was faint: "You're not willing to even cook me a meal?"
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm. "No, I'll make whatever you want."
The two got out of the car one after the other. He walked hurriedly in front and didn't hold her hand.
Coming out of the elevator, he took big steps and she followed him into the door in small steps.
He walked in, changed his shoes, took off his coat, then turned around, lifted her chin and kissed her.
He kissed her urgently, taking off her coat while kissing her.
Jiang Yuan staggered under his kiss and was forced to the wall after a few steps. Before she could stand firmly, he had already picked her up by the waist and walked straight to the master bedroom.
She was put on the bed, and just as she jumped up, he pushed her back down. He pressed on her with a stern face. In a hurry, Jiang Yuan blurted out: "I'm on my period, I can't."
His face looked grim, and his voice was clearly strained. "Last month was the beginning of the month, and it's only been less than half a month. Do you think I don't even know this common sense?"
Jiang Yuan really didn't expect that he would even remember such a day.
"Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I take it off for you?"
His voice was light, but the lust in his eyes seemed to engulf people.