marital love

Those who join the investment bank are basically in a busy state, even Yan Sui who has just been promoted to ED (Executive Director) is no exception.

Since the last farewell to the North Pavilion, Wen Yao got the news that Yan Sui flew directly to Hong Kong, and stayed there for a week, but Wen Yao couldn't find anyone, so he had to sit back and wait.

Until a week later, Wen Yao inquired about a piece of news about Yan Sui from Ye Zhi.

It was said that a famous lady from Lingchuan held a small private banquet, and Yan Sui was also invited to it.

Wen Yao was not familiar with that famous lady, so she asked Ye Zhi to help her get an invitation letter.

On the day of the banquet, the temperature was slightly cold and the sky was gray. It rained all night last night, and the ground is still wet today.

Wen Yao got out of the car with the invitation letter in her hand, her delicate high heels landed on the ground, a slender beautiful leg stepped out first, and then she jumped out.

The hair on the shoulders swayed in a beautiful arc, the woman stood gracefully, a gust of wind blew wantonly, her hair blurred her eyes, Wen Yao casually raised her hand, and brushed her hair behind her ears.

Immediately, he entered the venue confidently.

Although it was a private banquet, the venue was still huge. When Wen Yao entered, it was in full swing. She had a clear goal and scanned the surroundings meticulously.

Not long after, a tall and tall figure appeared in her field of vision, Wen Yao's eyes froze for a moment, and then she walked forward quickly.

Yan Sui and Song Yicen walked and chatted, and stopped at a place. The topic among men fell on the issue of Hong Kong, and they all asked Yan Sui about the situation.

Just as they were enjoying themselves, the sound of crisp and clanging high-heeled shoes gradually approached, and the group had to restrain their words.

Yan casually swung the wine glass, showing no concern for things other than the situation, and turned a deaf ear.

On the other hand, Song Yi Cen looked at the prestige, raised his brows slightly, and his eyes fell on Yan's body playfully, motioning him to look back, and then lowered his voice: "The romantic debt is here."

Yan Sui's brows and eyes moved slightly, and he heard the meaning of his words. He probably knew who it was, but he didn't turn around, with a casual attitude.

"Mr. Yan."

In the next second, that gentle and soft familiar voice came into his ears at a leisurely pace.

The swaying movements restrained a little, and then it was as if nothing happened, Yan Sui didn't bother to talk to her.

The man rushed over from the company. He took off his suit jacket and was only wearing a gray vest with a black business shirt inside. His broad chest and strong back supported the curve of his muscular and sexy figure.

The tie was neatly tied, and the slender arms were thrown casually, revealing the exquisite and expensive watch on his hand. When Wen Yao called him, Yan Sui remained indifferent, exuding a solemn and indifferent aura from all over his body.

Yan Sui was notoriously unfeminine, and there were very few people who would dare to approach him so boldly in public.

Wen Yao's move can be said to have garnered a lot of attention.

The person concerned did not respond, nor did he refuse to drive him away. The latter probably would not be Yan Sui's style of conduct, and he also holds the title of a gentle gentleman in the circle.

Letting a beauty wait is not like what a gentleman should do, Song Yicen's eyes wandered around Wen Yao and Yan, and when he lowered his eyes, he covered up the emotion in his eyes.

He has been friends with Yan Sui for many years, and after all he knows him, Yan Sui treats Miss Wen.

abnormal.

So he cleared his voice, and stretched out his hand with a casual smile: "This is Miss Wen, right? My surname is Song."

Wen Yao was obviously a little surprised, "Mr. Song knows me?"

The hand also stretched out, and retracted after a shallow touch.

Her eyes fell on the ring finger of the other party, where there was a wedding ring.

Song translation Cen curled his lips: "I have admired your name for a long time."

Gentle and smiling.

These four words seem to have a lot of meaning, and her gentle reputation is not a good one.

"Are you looking for Huai Xu for something?" Song Yicen asked at the right time.

Huai Xu, Yan Sui's characters.

Regarding Yan Sui, Wen Yao definitely did some research. She majored in finance in college, and then entered the investment banking business as an intern. At the beginning, she did most of her research and data collection. She was piled up by various PPTs. Backtracking in advance has become a habit.

Yan Sui's original name was Chen Ningsui, the blood of the Yan family, but he was exiled outside before the age of 11, and was later found by the Yan family, who recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, and changed his surname back to Yan.

Mr. Yan thinks that the word "Ning" is too ostentatious and hostile, and proposes to change the name, but the 11-year-old Yan Sui is already extremely assertive, and he only takes a step back from his high-ranking and powerful grandfather, leaving Ning to stay with him, but the old man is still not satisfied , then added the word Huai Xu.

As for the friends around Yan Sui, she was also clear about it, but she didn't know the way, pretending to be confused.

"It's true." Wen Yao stood there with her waist straight, speaking clearly, without showing a trace of timidity.

"Is it convenient to tell me, maybe I can help."

Wen Yao slightly bent her eyes, looking at Yan Sui's alienated back in a leisurely manner, the curvature of her lips couldn't help but rise a little, she declined with a light smile: "Sorry, this is between me and Mr. Yan..."

She intentionally paused, and then said, "Private matters."

Song Yi Cen took a deep look at Yan Sui who ignored him, and consciously led the others away first.

Wen Yao was very satisfied with their insight, so she took two steps forward, walked up to Yan Sui, and said with a smile on her face, "Mr. Yan, can you talk to me now?"

Yan Sui raised his eyes, put down his wine glass, straightened up slightly, turned around, and looked down at her condescendingly, "My time is very expensive, how much do you plan to pay for it?"

Wen Yao was neither humble nor overbearing, with charming eyebrows, "It's too vulgar to talk about money, Mr. Yan must not be such a person."

There was a sneer on Yan Sui's lips, and his eyes were cold and emotionless, "That may be because you misunderstood me too much, I love dealing with money the most."

The smile on Wen Yao's face stagnated slightly, and then she continued indifferently: "I thought I had already paid enough for that night."

"That day? What day is it?" The man repeated it indifferently, and frowned impatiently, "If Miss Wen came to me to talk nonsense, then you can leave."

Wen Yao gradually narrowed her eyes, her smile became brighter, she approached him suddenly, leaned on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Yan seems to be more ruthless, I still remember Mr. Yan's enthusiasm that night, now It’s quite unaccustomed.”

The eyes of those who watched the show all around widened in shock, their faces full of astonishment.

Yan Sui looked expressionlessly at what tricks she was going to play next.

Wen Yao tapped his chest with her fingertips, and looked up at him, as if she was being coquettish, "Mr. Yan, is he going to eat and wipe himself off and not be responsible?"

Yan Sui lowered his head, tilted his head slightly, and his lips brushed against her ear with a tingling itch.

The distance between the two was ambiguous and their posture was intimate. He moved closer, like a whisper between lovers: "Miss Wen deliberately sent it up on her own initiative. If you don't fulfill it, wouldn't it be a waste of your hard work, not to mention that you are not innocent. Thinking about it now, I regret that time." I was impulsive, and thanks to Ms. Wen's bold words, she turned out to be a broken flower and a willow tree, huh?"