SFS Chapter 339 Brother Yan is Really Bad (Revised)
Chapter 339 Brother Yan is Really Bad (Revised)
The open-plan building in front of us, a blend of Chinese and Western styles, is like a small two-story house, large enough for two people to live in.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Several bodyguards behind Yan Guiyun entered the room, put the two's luggage in, and then went out to stand guard.
"I'm so satisfied! It has a second floor and roof tiles; the sound of raindrops dripping on rainy days must be very pleasant."
After saying that, Chi Yining ran up to the second floor with a "thump thump thump". Because the stairs were made of wooden planks, the sound of her walking up the stairs was quite loud, giving it a retro feel.
He tried to see if he could see other gardens, and he actually could.
He could open all the windows in the room to look out, but not wanting to be too obvious, he only secretly opened a crack.
Then I saw Li Qingmi carrying Chen Shiyu into the room...!! Wow, what kind of sweet romance are they acting out?
As expected, Brother Yan really understands him. Who wouldn't love Brother Yan like this? He already knew that Brother Yan was involved in the planning, he was just pretending not to know just now.
Yan Guiyun closed the door downstairs, and the photographer wisely left.
He glanced around the room; it was alright. There was a kitchen and a living room on the first floor.
The office and bedroom are upstairs.
But there was only one bedroom, so Yan Guiyun carried both suitcases upstairs together, his heaving chest and strong arm muscles faintly visible under his shirt.
Chi Yining's eyes swept around without restraint, then he looked away and exclaimed, "Yan Guiyun! You're so smart! Can we go and enjoy the gossip together now?" He had recently made a fortune in the stock market, so he had become even less ambitious and had simply given up. Enjoying the gossip was the most important thing for him.
Before, I had no experience with interpersonal relationships and had no idea that human interaction could be so fun, which fully proves that what is said in novels and comics is true! But the impact of the real world is even greater.
"Leave it there, I'll tidy it up later."
"No need, you go have fun." Yan Guiyun never hesitated to spend his time on small things, especially the time he spent with Chi Yining.
If the other person is so outstanding, he must have some merits that make people devoted to him.
For example, taking good care of people.
Chi Yining carefully closed the window and walked behind Yan Guiyun.
He climbed onto Yan Guiyun's back as Yan Guiyun squatted on the ground organizing his suitcase, always imitating what he was doing.
"Yan Guiyun, I miss you so much," Chi Yining said, nuzzling his neck with her fluffy head.
Yan Guiyun took out a box of skincare products, but didn't feel any heavy pressure on her body.
Chi Yining's weight was as light as a feather to him.
But the warm, damp breath that Chi Yining left on his neck was practically tempting him to commit a crime.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Chi Yining's shy and obedient manner was almost making Yan Guiyun break down.
He put the box down, stretched out his hands behind him to support the person, and slowly stood up: "Do you miss me, or do you miss somewhere else?"
Chi Yining feigned composure: "I want both."
Just by standing there, Yan Guiyun could feel the pheromones in the air that attracted him.
"You don't need his body anymore?" Yan Guiyun walked to the bedside and could easily lift him back in front with one hand, showing how incredibly strong he was.
Chi Yining felt like his mind was full of nonsense...
Seeing that the person didn't speak, Yan Guiyun gently placed him on the low bed in the bedroom. The bed was large, and the four-piece bedding set was all dark blue.
He leaned down, his lips landing on the pale side of the neck exposed by the person beneath him as their head was slightly tilted back. But just as he was about to claim his territory, he suddenly remembered that he still had to record a program and stopped himself.