I promise you a kiss

Chapter 20

Feng Jiayue tapped her cheek with her finger.

She didn't speak immediately, but just turned her beautiful eyes around Fan Nian, as if she was preparing for an earth-shattering question.

Inexplicably, Fan Nian felt a little flustered about being caught in bed and questioned on the spot, subconsciously slowing down even her breathing rate.

This "punishment" lasted for more than a minute, and Feng Jiayue opened her lips to call her: "A Nian..."

"Huh?" Fan Nian secretly swallowed.

"...Are my feet cold?" Feng Jiayue suddenly smiled.

The dignified atmosphere was instantly broken, she smiled like a triumphant fox, and her instep pressed against Fan Nian's calf.

The touch from the legs was delicate and ambiguous, and Fan Nian lost his mind for a moment.

This kind of behavior is like scratching the itch, forcing people to suffer, but there is a table between the two of them, Fan Nian can't bring the perpetrator to justice on the spot.

She came back to her senses, hurriedly answered "Not cool", then turned her gaze back to the table: "Come again."

This time, she took the initiative to shake the dice clock.

"I still choose the big one."

When the dice clock opened, it was a decimal again.

Feng Jiayue held her chin and asked, "You are a little unhappy tonight, why?"

Fan Nian stared into her eyes.

She was honest and cute in this regard, she pursed her lips and said, "Don't get close to Zhao Quan."

"Ah?" Feng Jiayue didn't let her go, "Boss Fan, such a vague answer won't pass the test. Are you happy, do you want to get close to that one with me, uh..."

In fact, the editor-in-chief of Fengda didn't even remember his name.

She got stuck, and perfunctorily found a title for Zhao Quan: "What does it matter if I want to get close to that man?"

Fan Nian paused for breath.

She pursed her lips, and finally gave up, raising her hand to get the red wine on the table.

But Feng Jiayue was one step ahead of her, and brought both glasses of wine into her hands.

In front of Fan Nian, she poured two glasses of wine into her mouth one after the other.

Excessive red wine overflowed from her mouth, went straight down, seeped into her fair chest, and completely blocked Fan Nian's retreat from the problem.

"Why don't you want me to get close to him?" Feng Jiayue asked again, licking the remaining red wine on her lips.

"He is not a good person, he will hurt you, he is not suitable for dealing with..." Fan Nian gritted his teeth, and then made excuses without blushing.

Feng Jiayue doesn't expose her.

She found the dice clock with her hand and shook it casually.

"You still guess big?" she asked.

Fan Nian made up his mind and nodded.

The lid was opened, and Feng Jiayue trembled with laughter: "It seems that the goddess of luck seems to have made up her mind to take care of me tonight, so the third question——"

She put her elbows on the table and leaned her whole upper body towards Fan Nian.

"A Nian, do you know that your behavior is called 'jealous'?"

Fan Nian was seduced by her deliberate seductive actions, so her body temperature rose, and even her breathing rhythm was out of control, but it was rare for her to retain her basic rationality.

After pondering for a moment, she said, "This question is not valid."

"Huh?" Feng Jiayue raised her eyebrows.

"No matter how I answer, I'm sure I'm...cough, I'm jealous." Fan Nian finally struggled, "But you're not me, how can you be sure that's jealousy?"

"Of course I'm sure." Feng Jiayue took a deep breath.

Fan Nian looked at her with doubts.

"When you and Miss Yu went out alone." Feng Jiayue covered her heart, "I had this experience.

"If it's possible, I even want to take off her eyes glued to you."

Obviously, it was Feng Jiayue who had just downed two glasses of wine, but at this moment, Fan Nian's face was even redder.

Avoiding Feng Jiayue's gaze, she murmured: "I have nothing to do with her... She blows the wind and we chatted about the past, I..."

Feng Jiayue walked around the table, came to her, and put her index finger against her mouth: "I don't want to know what you talked about, and I don't want to know how many memories you have had at the same table in the past three years.

"So, Ah Nian, if I tell you that I'm talking about business with Mr. Zhao Quan, and I only accept his business card for future business dealings, will that make you feel better?"

Fan Nian's gaze became sharp.

The answer is obvious, even if it's business, she doesn't want Feng Jiayue and Zhao Quan to come together!

"He has ulterior motives for you." Fan Nian affirmed.

Feng Jiayue was waiting for this sentence, when she heard the words, she asked, "Does Miss Yu have any other plans for you?"

Fan Nian was stunned.

In fact, when she and Yu Wenyao went out alone, Yu Wenyao talked a lot about it first, and then directly confessed his feelings to her.It was also because Fan Nian rejected her on the spot, and when she returned to the box, there were traces of crying on Yu Wenyao's face.

President Fan Da, who lacked experience in love, suddenly realized that Yu Wenyao and Zhao Quan were essentially the same——

No matter what they are talking about, how innocent and honest, just getting close to each other will cause unpleasantness in itself.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip: "Then why do you still agree to go out with her alone?"

Of course, Feng Jiayue couldn't admit that this was a hole she dug specially for Fan Nian.

She flattened her mouth, pretending to be pitiful: "She wants to see you alone, there is always a way, can I stop it?"

Being caught off guard by this pre-emptive move, Fan Nian felt a deep sense of guilt.

She lowered her head slightly and said softly: "There will be no next time..."

That's not what Feng Dahu waited for.

It took her a lot of effort to suppress the surging joy in her heart, and she tried her best to maintain the appearance of a little white rabbit who didn't know much about the world, so much so that the corners of her eyes turned red.

But in Fan Nian's eyes, he only felt that Feng Jiayue's face was even more glamorous, extraordinarily attractive.

Feng Jiayue strikes while the iron is hot, and leans her head close to let their foreheads touch each other.

"So, can you answer me?" She asked, blowing all her breath into Fan Nian's mouth and nose, "Do you know that this kind of behavior is called 'jealous'?"

Fan Nian choked for breath: "Now... I know."

"So cute." Feng Jiayue was satisfied, "Next is the reward for the honest kid~"

She turned her head to one side, letting their lips touch each other naturally.

There was a faint aroma of red wine in the air, and the kiss gradually became sticky.The more entangled the saliva in her mouth was, the thirstier Feng Jiayue felt her throat.

Both of them rushed to grab each other, wanting to turn the jealousy of the whole night into sweet wine.

After a long time, every Jiayue sat back.

Fan Nian was still panting heavily, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes were still fixed on Feng Jiayue's lips.

How could Feng Jiayue bear this kind of gaze?

In the bottom of her heart, she randomly shifted the responsibility to Fan Nian who was provocative and didn't know it, so she didn't care that the anger in her heart was still breathing, and she leaned forward again with peace of mind.

When the atmosphere was heating up, there was another knock on the door of the room.

The waiter waited for a while and found that there was no movement, so he raised his voice and shouted: "Guest, your porridge has arrived."

"Take it back." Feng Jiayue bit Fan Nian's lower lip lightly, raised her head and shouted towards the door.

"Huh?" The waiter stared blankly at the porridge.

"The 'guest' is eating something else, so he can't drink porridge." Feng Jiayue said again.

Despite some doubts, the waiter left with the things obediently.

Every Jiayue laughs.

She pushed her long hair aside, touched the belt around her waist, and asked President Fan Da who was below her for instructions: "President, are you ready? Enjoy..."

She licked/touched Fan Nian's ear: "Your feast——"

Fan Nian let out a very thin sob.