131 Windmill "Didn't I close the door just now?" Zixian was stunned for a moment before looking at Zhuang Haoran and said quickly. [ ]

Zhuang Haoran looked at Zixian all of a sudden and laughed suddenly, but said nervously: "I opened it later so that others would misunderstand it after seeing it."

Ren Zixian sighed again before looking at Zhuang Haoran and continued, "You opened the door like this, and only when others come in and see you will misunderstand, my dear!!"

"I..." Zhuang Haoran suddenly laughed and said a little unfairly: "But who knew you would lean towards me so intimately? Didn't you push me into the pit?"

"I'm not crazy today! You've seen it a long time ago, okay?" Ren Zixian sat upright with a little hot feeling, then gently fiddled with his curly hair, glanced at Jiang Tianlei, he looked at him with a deep face. She coughed heavily, trying to say something, but she couldn't speak, so she had to stay there.

Zhuang Haoran also looked at Jiang Tianlei helplessly and said with a smile: "Dear, we are really fine."

Jiang Tianlei looked at him coldly before saying, "I know."

Zhuang Haoran looked at him.

Jiang Tianlei said a little boredly: "How could you fall in love with her?" He couldn't afford to look at her.

"What do you mean?" Ren Zixian stood up suddenly, looked at Jiang Tianlei, and asked a little angrily.

Jiang Tianlei looked at his fiancée and said, "I mean, you are too young to suit his taste."

Zhuang Haoran sat in place and held back his smile.

Ren Zixian's face calmed down a little, and she sat down again.

Jiang Tianlei stood outside and said understandingly: "I guess when you came in, President Zhuang had already reminded you not to enter someone else's room in the middle of the night, right? Then you didn't listen and said some words that he had to do. He was forced to helplessly, and he softened his heart and put you in."

Puff! Zhuang Haoran couldn't help but lower his head and laughed.

Ren Zixian's face was a little red.

Jiang Tianlei looked at Ren Zixian coldly and said, "I said, how long do you plan to stay here? Fortunately, President Zhuang is not used to being served, so there is no one in the presidential suite. Do you really think that those who can be clear will be clear?"

"You don't care, what am I worried about?" Ren Zixian was a little angry when he remembered the office incident just now.

"If I didn't care that you were here and wanted to be with you for a moment, I wouldn't have closed the office door." Jiang Tianlei looked at Zixian and said frankly.

Zixian's heart moved for a moment, turned his head, but still looked at him with a little suspicion.

Jiang Tianlei looked at Zixian coldly and said, "Do you leave or not? Or continue to confess your love to President Zhuang? Anyway, you are happier and happier with him."

Zhuang Haoran, a dead fly, could only sit there with a silence on his face.

Ren Zixian, the shameless man, suddenly looked bright and shrugged and said, "I was drunk just now, so I said crazy."

Zhuang Haoran turned his head, looked at the person who had crossed the river and smirked.

Ren Zixian coughed for a moment before standing up, slowly walked out of the piano room, looked up at Jiang Tianlei wearing a white shirt and black trousers so coldly, looking at herself with a stern face. Her eyes seemed to have a pink light like a flower of love, and a little smile appeared. She looked at him and said, "Did you... come to me specifically?"

"Or what would I do when I run to President Zhuang's room in the middle of the night?" Jiang Tianlei said directly.

Zhuang Haoran suddenly couldn't help laughing and said, "Oh, no, this topic is too open. It's really fascinating, so we have to spread a little scandal from time to time to increase our popularity."

Ren Zixian turned his head and stared at Zhuang Haoran viciously.

Jiang Tianlei didn't say anything anymore, but just held Ren Zixian in his hand and turned around and walked out.

"Where do you go?" Ren Zixian suddenly held his hand and asked nervously.

Jiang Tianlei looked at her and said, "Can you still want to stay here? Of course, go back to your room."

"Then you won't leave tonight." Ren Zixian took the opportunity to grab his hand and let Jiao go.

Jiang Tianlei remained silent and glanced at Zhuang Haoran.

Zhuang Haoran pretended not to hear it, and his face went to the other side and held back his smile.

"Let's talk about it when you go back." Jiang Tianlei took Zixian away like this and closed the door.

There was silence around.

At this time, Zhuang Haoran remembered what had happened just now, and finally couldn't help but lower his head and smiled. He looked at the same piano keys in his heart, and repeated, repeatedly and repeatedly. He remembered the little boy in the picture when he was a child, sitting in front of three pianos, playing the song "clementine" happily. There was a pink figure behind him, hiding in the corner of the gate, and secretly aiming at him.

While playing the song, the little boy looked at the little girl and raised a happy smile. The little girl also smiled. They just kept a certain distance between them and never dared to move forward.》 increased by an octave, allowing the voice to jump into the memories sharply, bit by bit.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Zhuang Haoran's hands were still focused on the black and white piano keys, wandering like flowing water, turning his head while playing, looking at his secretary Xiao Tong, who was really wearing a white long skirt and a thin golden belt around his waist, showing off his beautiful figure, and appeared in front of him with a half smile. He sighed again and said, "Can you give me a rest tonight?"

Xiao Tong looked at Zhuang Haoran and smiled and said, "I have something to report to you."

"You don't have to be so responsible. Girls should rest early, and wrinkles will appear when they go to bed late. Look at your crow's feet," Zhuang Haoran said jokingly.

"A employee of Yuzun Restaurant, Tang Kexin is in love with the Prime Minister's grandson. Today, due to a misunderstanding, she entered the police station. President Jiang went to pick her up in person... Then the media took advantage of the situation to exaggerate the facts and was blocked by Dongying, and even directly investigated whether there were any of our people in the past to make trouble, so I came to report to you." Xiao Tong looked at Zhuang Haoran with a little aggrieved and said with a smile.

When Zhuang Haoran heard this, his face slightly shrank, his eyes squirted slightly, and he thought about it, his fingers slowed down, and he flicked the familiar music lightly, and his thin lips slightly opened: "Tang...ke...xin..."

Xiao Tong nodded and said, "You should have seen it at Yuzun last time. I know you may be curious about her identity. I brought her information."

After she finished speaking, she walked into the piano room and handed the blue folder to Zhuang Haoran.

Zhuang Haoran stopped his hands, took the folder, opened it, and saw the three words Tang Kexin written on the personal file of the Personnel Department of the Asian Hotel. There was a photo of her smiling sweetly on the side. The pair of eyes as bright as stars flashed with a light of joy. His eyes were light, and he remembered the girl he saw in the restaurant that day, with those forbearing and sad eyes, and he was a little confused...

Xiao Tong said directly: "She is 23 years old this year and only entered the Asian hotel two weeks ago. The personnel files only have her simple personal information. Her detailed information has not been found yet. I only know that she has a close relationship with Young Master Su, and President Jiang has heard of her several times to protect her."

Zhuang Haoran looked at those eyes and suddenly pursed his thin lips. He felt a trace of bloody smell, overflowing between his lips, and his brows frowned slightly...

Seeing that his condition was wrong, Xiao Tong said with a little concern: "President, are you okay?"

Zhuang Haoran pursed his lips lightly and said in a little puzzled manner: "Why do I always feel that there is a bit of blood on my lips?"

When Xiao Tong heard this, a smile appeared on his face and said, "Is that so? Maybe he accidentally bitten it when he was kissing just now?"

Zhuang Haoran aimed at Xiao Tong.

Xiao Tong couldn't help but lower his head and laughed.

Zhuang Haoran sighed, threw the information on the piano, and said, "Even if I am hungry, I don't want the painter's girlfriend. I will not touch Jiang Tianlei's woman."

"Then why are you taking in?" Xiao Tong laughed deliberately and said, "You don't know how the upper-class circle in the UK is telling you?"

Zhuang Haoran turned his head, and his eyes flashed through his playful expression to look at Xiao Tong.

Xiao Tong couldn't help laughing and said, "They all said that President Zhuang is the most handsome man who needs to be closed!"

"You..." Zhuang Haoran picked up Tang Kexin's information and threw it over to her. Xiao Tong immediately held back his smile, turned around and left, and continued before leaving: "Mr. Zhuang, don't take in women casually in the future. Everyone will be fascinated by your appearance of playing the piano, and then you can't help but pounce on your lips, so you taste the smell of blood."

"It's big or small! It makes me look handsome just from the lower body? Useless thing!" Zhuang Haoran stared at the empty entrance and couldn't help laughing. He then put down the information again. However, he saw Tang Kexin's photo, which suddenly fell off his personal information. He couldn't help but pick up the small photo and saw her big bright eyes again. Then his mind flashed, and the scene of the two of them in the elevator. She showed her half face, widened her eyes, and looked at herself in horror. His eyebrows tightened, and the back of his head hurt again.

Zhuang Haoran put the photo in his pocket and said, "I've been in a good night, and it's like opening a part, not letting people sleep, and my head hurts so much."

He took a deep breath and stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

The sky is white!

The dark sky finally became brighter, the typhoon finally passed, and a raindrop gently drew on the transparent foam, like tears.

Tang Kexin lay on the bed, and in her dream, she heard a little boy singing a soft song: "ornin', just-about-dawnin..."

"This windmill is for you"

"I don't want it..."

"What do you want..."

"I don't want it..."

Tang Kexin suddenly opened her eyes from the bed, staring at the dawn light, and rushed into the window, as if the hyacinth on the computer desk was lit. She looked at the plate of hyacinth in a daze. At this time, it actually bloomed... and bloomed... Her eyes lit up and she shouted: "Yahui—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

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