Chapter 5: Invisible Temptation

Yan Feng stared at Jiang Ciyou's face for a while, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Find a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you could find a boyfriend if you were lonely? I've been alone in my empty room for three years, so it's not too much to ask for a boyfriend."

There was a hint of smile on Jiang Ciyou's lips.

"Why? Only the governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps."

Yan Feng shrugged nonchalantly: "It would be better if you found a boyfriend. If he can make you stop bothering me from now on, I will prepare a big gift and thank him in person."

Yan Feng didn't believe that Jiang Ciyou had a boyfriend.

He knew very well what she was thinking.

He must have seen him talking on the phone with Xia Ling.

Deliberately find someone to act.

This is quite realistic.

When he finally hung up the phone, he could feel the man's jealous and angry tone through the phone.

I guess he wanted to hear this on purpose.

Naturally, the two did not sleep together at night.

Jiang Ciyou was sleeping on the bed.

Yan Feng is laying the floor.

He still has some gentlemanly manners.

Before going to bed, Jiang Ciyou deliberately turned the air conditioner to the lowest setting and hid the remote control.

When he woke up in the middle of the night and saw Yan Feng lying on the ground, shivering while hugging the pillow, Jiang Ciyou felt relieved.

When Yan Feng woke up in the morning, he caught a cold.

Jiang Ciyou ignored him and went straight to the TV station.

Jiang Ciyou is a TV host who is mainly responsible for the lunchtime news. He has a column program called "Midday News Eye".

He is also well-known in the circle.

However, recently, Lin Jie from Prime Time has changed jobs, and Jiang Ciyou is vying for the position of Prime Time female host.

After her normal lunchtime news broadcast, she has free time.

Jiang Ciyou returned to Yan's house at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Feng had just come back from outside, apparently having gone to see Xia Ling.

When Yan Feng came back, Jiang Ciyou had just changed her clothes and put on some exquisite makeup.

Today she wore a Xiangyun gauze cheongsam.

There are some complicated embroidery techniques on the collar and waist of the cheongsam, but because they are all the same color, you can't see it from a distance. When you get closer, you can only feel that it is ingenious and ingenious.

Seeing Yan Feng coming in, Jiang Ciyou stood up and deliberately turned around gracefully in front of Yan Feng: "How is it? Does it look good?"

But Yan Feng hated Jiang Ciyou very much in his heart.

But I have to admit that Jiang Ciyou is beautiful, extremely beautiful.

She has a great figure. She is 1.7 meters tall and looks particularly outstanding in high heels.

The cheongsam is a high-end custom-made garment, so it naturally fits the body perfectly.

The hem of her skirt reaches her ankles, and her snow-white and delicate ankles make one want to pinch them. Her waist is very thin, so slender that it seems impossible to hold one hand, but it is not skinny, and there is still meat where it should be.

Yan Feng moved his gaze from her chest to that absolutely beautiful face.

This cheongsam is plain in color, but paired with that beautiful face, it creates a different kind of charm.

It was like a fox spirit with thousands of years of cultivation transforming into a human form for the first time. She was charming yet pure, seductive yet innocent.

Yan Feng's Adam's apple moved.

But he still said with a cold face: "It's ugly. White doesn't suit you at all."

Jiang Ciyou rolled her eyes, turned around, bent over and put on lipstick in front of the mirror.

"It seems that in your heart, only Xia Ling is the most suitable for white."

Jiang Ciyou put on lipstick, straightened up, and smiled brightly at Yan Feng in the mirror, with an obvious provocation: "I want to wear white."

Yan Feng only felt that the person in front of him was extremely vivid and charming.

Especially her arrogant tone, which sounded like she was acting coquettishly and made people feel itchy.

But Yan Feng soon realized it.

She was deliberately seducing him.

Yan Feng frowned: "Jiang Ciyou, stop playing tricks in front of me. Even if you are not wearing anything, I won't even look at you."

After that, he said, "I'll wait for you in the car."

Then he left the room.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ciyou also got on the car.

Yan Feng closed his eyes and leaned back in the back seat: "Lao Chen, let's go to Lushan Villa."

An hour later, the car finally arrived at the foot of Lushan Mountain.

The car meandered up the mountain road, with tall and lush sycamore trees on both sides. The leaves covered the sky and the light suddenly dimmed, as if we had entered a long tunnel.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly my eyes lit up.

A tall and magnificent building, like a castle, slowly appeared in sight.

The surroundings suddenly became lively.

Many luxury cars are already parked on the huge lawn.

Countless waiters in white shirts and black vests were receiving the guests.

Jiang Ciyou and their car were parked in the open-air parking lot under the guidance of a waiter.

Then the waiter took them into the "castle".

The heavy and ancient door opened, and a red carpet several hundred meters long was laid from inside to outside to guide the guests.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the intricate patterns on it and was actually shocked.

This is a pure handmade Persian carpet from Isfahan, which combines materials such as wool, cotton, silk, gold and silver threads, with bright colors and complex craftsmanship.

The one under their feet is already top-notch in terms of quality.

Usually one square meter is 200,000 US dollars.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the red carpet that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Everyone knows that the Bo family is the richest family, but no one has a specific idea of ​​how rich they are.

But now it exists.

The interior of the villa is even more stunning, with valuable antique blue and white porcelain display walls, a huge British antique clock, and European and Chinese antique chandeliers.

Antiques, all antiques.

This is just the banquet hall on the first floor. You can imagine how many treasures are hidden in this "castle".

Mrs. Bo’s way of entertaining guests is still relatively traditional. Today she is hosting 100 tables of guests.

There are round tables on both sides of the carpet, and each seat at the table has been designated as a guest seat.

This was already stated in the previous invitation.

The two seats of the Yan family are at table 99.

"Look over there, the man in the black Zhongshan suit seems to be the director of the Land Bureau, and the one in white clothes, is he the mayor of Rongcheng?"

"Not to mention the mayor of Rongcheng, the mayor of Beijing is here too, and several people from the central government are here too. Mrs. Bo's presence is really too grand."

"So, of these 100 tables, we in Rongcheng were only invited to two tables, and they were arranged at tables 99 and 100."

"Compared to these big shots, being able to sit in seats 99 and 100 is a compliment to us."

The people chatting were Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qin, both noble ladies from the top families in Rongcheng.

Moreover, they were friends with Jiang Ciyou's mother Yao Shulan, so Jiang Ciyou naturally knew them.

Meet head on.

Jiang Ciyou had no choice but to greet them: "Aunt Zhang, Aunt Qin, good evening."

When Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qin saw Jiang Ciyou, a trace of heartache and regret flashed in their eyes.

"It's Xiaoyou, you're here too."

"Your mother and Xiaoxiao are giving gifts to old lady Bo, go and say hello."