Director, I know your secret

An Zhenyuan has lost weight, his hair is cut short, his eyes are a little black and blue, his chin is becoming more and more angular, he looks energetic overall, his waist is thin, his legs are straight, and he is still very attractive.

Peng Yan stared at An Zhenyuan with both eyes, he was reluctant to blink, for fear that this person would disappear before his eyes in just a second.

The other party stretched out his hand and waited, smiling like a spring breeze. This kind of smile has always been dreamed by Peng Yan, but at this moment, the young man feels that he is still in a dream. He wants to pinch his face and rub it vigorously to see the end It's unreal.

Everyone looked at Peng Yan, and Zou Long coughed dryly. He suddenly came back to his senses, looked at An Zhenyuan's still-raised hand, slowly extended it, and held it tremblingly.

The joints are distinct, strong and powerful, Peng Yan is reluctant to let go.

"Long time no see." Peng Yan said calmly, full of too many thoughts.

"Yeah." An Zhenyuan withdrew his hand, and then officially introduced the two people beside him, a middle-aged female assistant who looked about forty years old, wearing a black professional attire, and took good care of her, named Zhang Na, and another It's a male business manager, average-looking, but very energetic, called Song Jun.

Zou Long glanced at An Zhenyuan, then at Peng Yan, and then fell into deep thought. He obviously didn't know that the mr.an that An Zhenyuan's business manager said was An Zhenyuan.

He frowned and looked at Peng Yan's idiot-like face, and he began to feel very worried, and then he looked at Gu An Zhenyuan's neither salty nor tame, his heart was even more uncertain.He is a businessman, but he is also a person who values ​​friendship. He is hesitant to combine these two people at the moment.

Worry is guilt, and Zou Long is unambiguous, and begins to speak officialdom with a smile.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door twice, and then opened the door to serve the dishes, cold and hot stir-fried, meat and vegetable combinations, and the table was full in a short while.

Zou Long stretched out his hand, Gao Shang immediately handed him a bottle of Moutai, he knocked on the body of the bottle, and made a clear voice, "Come on, Executive Officer An, you and Peng Yan are old acquaintances, we have to drink a few glasses today , This is the item I have been keeping in the bottom of the box, today is to welcome a distinguished guest, so I am presenting the treasure."

"President Zou, you're welcome," An Zhenyuan chatted cordially, smiling all the time, "It's really my honor."

Knowing that An Zhenyuan's stomach was bad, Peng Yan opened his mouth to remind him, but found that the other party was not looking at him, so he closed his mouth, slid the turntable on the dining table, and aimed the fish head at Zou Long.

Then everyone was eating and getting to the point. An Zhenyuan frowned for a while and fell into thought, and nodded in agreement for a while. He still had the habit of playing with the matchbox in his hand. expression, in the end he felt a little sour, a little angry, and a little cold in his heart.

He didn't look at him, not once.

Even when he was talking about the key points of the project, An Zhenyuan was still looking at a certain dish on the table, either rubbing his fingers to listen to his lips, or nodding with his arms on the table, in short, he didn't look at Peng Yan.

In the end, Peng Yan was not in a hurry anymore. He put his left leg on his right leg, put one arm on the chair, and smoked by himself. The posture should be as provocative as possible. Answer any questions, and keep silent if you have no questions. Say a word, keep your eyes shut, and stop aiming randomly.

Boil the eagle! !

After the meal, Zou Long proposed to sit in the nightclub for a while, ready to show his friendship as a landlord again. Peng Yan squinted at him, thinking that he was simply making excuses for himself to spend time/drinking.

He pouted, he knew Gao Shang would not be happy if Zou Long went alone, so he took the opportunity to play like crazy under the guise of work.

An Zhenyuan readily accepted it, but Zhang Na tactfully refused because the child was still young and was preparing for the senior high school entrance examination.

A group of elders ran directly to "Qianjiao Baimei".

Zou Long is a frequent visitor here, the boss here came out to greet him, and directly sent a bottle of Lafite to his account.

Gao Shang doesn't drink while driving, so all the drinks ordered tonight are contracted by the remaining four people.Zou Long was happy because the intention of cooperation was confirmed, and the result was a little high. Song Jun belonged to a glass of red wine, and the two of them leaned on the sofa in a mess.

Later, when Zou Long sang, Song Jun was like a small fan, screaming at the top of his voice, An Zhenyuan kept smiling, and the flight attendant did not meet his standards.

Peng Yan propped his chin, and slowly sipped the red wine one sip at a time. He also drank a lot tonight, but he had never been so sober. He watched the screens switching back and forth on the TV, and sat in the corner without saying a word.

At this time, An Zhenyuan got up, whispered something in Song Jun's ear, and then walked out of the box.

Peng Yan looked at the other party through the glass and asked the waiter, and then the waiter pointed to a certain place, and he nodded his thanks.

Peng Yan tightened his fingers holding the goblet, he hesitated for a moment, put the cup on the marble coffee table, got up and walked out of the box with quicker pace.

Zou Long watched Peng Yan close the door, looked away and continued to howl.

An Zhenyuan went to the bathroom, followed by Peng Yan, who happened to enter the partition when he entered the door.

There was the sound of the toilet being pumped from inside. Peng Yan didn't know whether An Zhenyuan vomited or was just doing it normally. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall to quietly breathe out the smoke.

At this time, a "Xianjianchuu" came in, Peng Yan withdrew his long legs and moved in, "Xijianchuu" took a look at him and went in conveniently, and then An Zhenyuan came out with this person.

"Washing, cutting and blowing" is not hygienic, so he zipped up his trousers and left.

An Zhenyuan went to the sink to wash his hands. After turning off the water pipe, he shook off the water droplets on his hands and looked at Peng Yan in the mirror.

"Both of them are free." An Zhenyuan turned around, looked at Peng Yan from a distance, and was amused to see that he didn't move, "What's the matter?"

Peng Yan looked up at An Zhenyuan, threw away the butt of the cigarette, and squeezed it with his feet, "Have you gone to Qingcheng?"

"Ah."

"Did you see me?"

"Ah."

"Do you know I'm looking for you?"

"..."

Peng Yan saw that he had lost his voice, and the fire on the Tianling cover burst out, "Speak!"

An Zhenyuan smiled, "I know."

"..." Peng Yan was silent for two seconds, "And then?"

An Zhenyuan coughed dryly, "I didn't know you were looking for me until I went to Qingcheng."

"Do you have anything to say?" Peng Yan said.

An Zhenyuan looked directly at Peng Yan, because of the distance, Peng Yan couldn't see the information in the other's eyes clearly.

Peng Yan exhaled, pinching his waist and getting angry, "Did you hear the words I yelled at the Gulou Square that morning?"

An Zhenyuan was silent for a while, and said, "I heard it."

"You, don't you have any feelings?" Peng Yan asked tentatively.

An Zhenyuan plucked his eyebrows, but did not answer.

Peng Yan shrugged, patted his thigh and spread his hands, "Yes, I understand."

Peng Yan left immediately, scolding countless times in his heart.

Turning a corner, An Zhenyuan stopped him from behind.

This time it was Peng Yan's turn to say, "Is there something wrong?"

An Zhenyuan came over, "Why did you go to Qingcheng?"

Peng Yan sneered, "Because I want to go."

After speaking, Peng Yan felt that this way of talking was really worrying. He pursed his lips and said honestly, "Didn't I say that you will come here once next year for your birthday."

An Zhenyuan nodded, he looked into Peng Yan's eyes, "Is the last sentence you said that night true?"

Peng Yan thought for a while, and looked into the other person's eyes, "It's true, haven't you heard of telling the truth after drinking?"

An Zhenyuan smiled, "Are you saying it again?"

Peng Yan was startled, he tilted his head to look at the empty private room next to him, took two steps forward, opened the door, and pointed his finger at An Zhenyuan, "Come here."

An Zhenyuan frowned and stood there, "Why?"

Impatient, Peng Yan grabbed his collar and dragged him in.

The light was not turned on in the private room, Peng Yan pressed An Zhenyuan against the wall, put his head against his forehead, rubbed his nose against each other's nose, and wrapped his arms around his waist, the breath of alcohol mixed together, getting hotter and hotter .

An Zhenyuan chuckled, "What are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

After the words were finished, Peng Yan put his mouth on it, earnestly kissing An Zhenyuan's scorching/hot lips, his hands traveled/moved/moved along his body/body to his cheeks, holding his face to deepen the kiss.

An Zhenyuan was obviously a little surprised, and pushed Peng Yan stiffly.

Lips parted, the two had already adapted to the darkness in the room, through the window, the flashing neon lights on the street shone in, and they could see the light in each other's eyes clearly.

Peng Yan smiled, looking a little bad, "What? Can't kiss anymore?"

An Zhenyuan grabbed Peng Yan's arm, pushed him onto the sofa, then stood between his legs, clasped his hands with both hands and placed them on both sides, "Peng Yan, think it over, do you really want to Stay with me, if not, I can still let you go at this moment, after today, I will never let you go, even if you want to escape in the future, I will not let you escape, unless you die, I die .”

Speaking of this, Peng Yan was furious, "Obviously you left first, okay?"

An Zhenyuan held his hand forcefully, and shook it firmly, "You answer the question."

Peng Yan held An Zhenyuan's hands instead, "I will give you back exactly what you said to me! If you run away again, I will kill you, and I will do what I said."

The next moment, An Zhenyuan kissed him, sucked his lips, pushed his tongue straight/in, swept the white teeth wildly, and pressed against the young man's gums until his throat.

Peng Yan's hands were imprisoned, unable to push the person in front of him away, a "woo woo" sound came out of his throat.

This kind of voice completely aroused An Zhenyuan's sadistic psychology. He let go of the young man's hand, inserted it into his thick black hair, and pulled it lightly. The young man's mouth opened even wider, and he took the opportunity to suck it His tongue, the young man couldn't close his mouth, thin silver threads flowed from the corner of his mouth, flowing along the smooth skin to his cheeks.

An Zhenyuan panted heavily, "Say those three words again."

Peng Yan bit An Zhenyuan's lower lip, "I won't talk about it this year."

"why"

"I've said it, you heard it all." Peng Yan wiped off the saliva from his mouth, held An Zhenyuan's face and kissed it again, "Next year, next year, I'll talk too much, I'm tired."

"I don't get tired of listening to it no matter how many times, tell me," An Zhenyuan hugged the young man tightly, like a treasure, "What Qingcheng said that day was not Zhenyuan, but a bastard."

"Zhenyuan..." Peng Yan couldn't help laughing, he leaned close to his ear, patted his back, as gentle as the sea, "I love you."

"Say it again."

Peng Yan laughed loudly, "How about I record it, you listen to it every day, and you will have endless aftertaste."

An Zhenyuan heheed twice.

The visitors were bored for a while, afraid that the waiter or other guests would come in, so they lingered for a while and then flew back to their private room together.

Opening the door, both of them were taken aback, Peng Yan asked the waiter who was cleaning, "Hey, what about the three of them?"

The waiter raised his head in a questioning voice, smiled politely, and took out a small envelope from his pocket, "Boss Zou asked me to hand it over to you two."

An Zhenyuan and Peng Yan looked at each other and thanked the waiter.

Then An Zhenyuan opened the envelope and took out a golden card. Peng Yan leaned forward and took a look. After seeing the words on it, his cheeks turned red.

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Recently, our company's "one-card" is finishing up, and the data has not been done well. It will be done at 9 o'clock tonight. I will start typing when I have dinner. Please forgive my slow hand speed. It will be very late in the past few days. This chapter is counted as the 11th. of.

There are not many chapters left, and I will write about Zhang He at the end of the main text. I really want to write about the fat, round, self-willed, white, tender, and sweeping.

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