C77 Let me indulge myself once

"Dede …" Nangong An He hurriedly stood up and held up a handkerchief to wipe Song Dai'er's hair.

Sure enough, Song Dai'er opened Nangong An's hand with one hand. Her face had droplets of water, but her eyes were still extremely cold. She grabbed onto Nangong An's tie with the other hand and pulled it towards her side. Is your love like the Pacific, with everything that belongs to a woman? "

"Dell …" Are you jealous? " Nangong An was stunned. Was this how little Di looked like when she was jealous? Should he be happy or worried?

She let go of Nangong An's bow tie and stood up, saying, "As your secretary, I am tired of your woman's random things. Today, I will help you remember that it is this woman's birthday, tomorrow I will remind you to send a gift to that woman, the day after tomorrow I will help you block the woman you lost before coming here to cause trouble. I am sick of it, did you say that I am jealous? As your fiancée, I don't mind if you play with women, but you must be magnanimous.

"Dell, where are you going?"

Nangong An and Song Dai'er let out a loud shout. They got up, grabbed their coats and walked out.

"I want to be quiet for a bit. Don't follow me, please!"

Am I wrong? Nangong An looked at the woman's departing figure and smiled dejectedly. He did not have anything Nangong An wanted, but he could not get her to care about him.

Song Dell didn't even turn her head and wiped the water droplets off her face under a surprised gaze. She didn't know whether this was Shao Ke's water or her tears.

She had had enough of these women!

Opening the door of the club, a wave of dryness and coldness assaulted her senses. Song Dell stared absentmindedly at the snow drifting down from the dark sky. She extended her palm to receive a snowflake that looked like a bird's feather, and a trace of coldness seeped into her heart.

The cold feeling in her heart turned into a pool of warm water in her palm. An intense pain inexplicably rose up from the bottom of Song Dai Er's heart.

Raising her head, a strand of hair gently slid down her cheek. The white snow drifted and landed on the tip of her nose. A stream of hot tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes.

"What happened to me …"

Song Dell's fingertips caught the tears on her face, and she smiled lightly as she walked into the brightly lit streets of the city.

Why was there a kind of sorrow at the cold? She was extremely disgusted with this feeling. It was a type of cold feeling coming from the heart. It was so familiar that it suffocated her and even froze her heart.

"Heh, I was too nervous!"

Song Dell's hand covered her lips, cutting off the suffocating cold and dry weather. She said nervously, "Let's get married."

But it was like the world had been laid out in front of her, pressing down on her so hard that she was about to suffocate.

She was not familiar with Z Country, so she picked up a taxi and quickly returned to the Kaiser Palace.

The fountain at the entrance continued to gush with torrents of water amidst the goose-like snow. The faint mist caused Song Dai'er to wrap her fur tightly around herself before turning around and entering the Caesar Palace Hotel.

She was too tired and needed rest!

At the entrance of the Caesar Palace Hotel, the shadow of Rolls-Royce could be heard. Huangfu Yun was wearing a long black fur coat with a fur collar and brown hair that was still tied behind his head.

"Mister Huangfu, Mister Qiao said that Z Nation's official contact is waiting for you in a nightclub on the twelfth floor of the Kaiser Palace!"

"Damnable social interaction!"

Huangfu Yun, who had always had a low voice, murmured in a low voice! For the past few years, Huangfu Corporation had been trying their best to get rid of the image of being a black influence and changed to a shopping mall. As for a shopping mall, the most important thing was to build good relations with the political officials of various countries! And now, when the officials of Z Country heard that the big boss of the Huangfu Group, Huangfu Yun, had arrived in Z Country, they naturally would not miss out on an opportunity to curry favor with this world consortia giant.

He walked into the hotel as if he had a black hidden aura behind him. Huangfu Yun, under the guidance of the lobby manager, walked towards the nightclub on the twelfth floor that was designated as the VIP elevator.

The two elevators faced each other. Song Dai'er looked at the man who was being surrounded by many people. She only needed to take a glance at him before she turned her gaze back.

The first impression was that this man was very good-looking, but it was too cold.

"Ding."

When the VIP elevator arrived, Huangfu Yun was escorted into the elevator like a crowd of stars surrounding the moon. The moment he turned around, his eyes fell on the woman wearing a white fur coat and a black dress, who had her back facing him.

The shining elevator door reflected the woman's face, which had been distorted by the engravings on the elevator door. Huangfu Yun lowered his gaze.

However, as Huangfu Yun waited for the elevator door to close, his gaze shifted back and forth a few times.

Feel familiar... A pang of pain filled his heart as it screamed out.

"Ding."

Song Xiaodao arrived at the elevator she had been waiting for. She walked in, turned around and pressed the button on the floor as the doors slowly closed.

However, in the final moment, the VIP elevator door was blocked by a few slender and clean fingers, and the door automatically opened.

When Huangfu Yun was forcefully pushed aside by him to open the elevator door, Song Dell's elevator had already climbed straight up the stairs.

"Mr. Huangfu, what happened to you?" Those who followed him curiously walked out of the elevator door and asked while looking at Huangfu Yun with concern.

"I'm fine!"

Huangfu Yun shook his head and once again walked into the elevator. The elevator slowly closed and no one knew what Huangfu Yun had just seen.

Oh, Dai, I see you again, but I know it's just an illusion...

Huangfu Yun sighed. Just now, when the elevator across from him turned around, the figure that was slightly familiar with little Di could be seen through the narrow crack of the door. What he saw was Little Di's face.

Stepping out of the elevator, Song Dell walked slowly down the quiet corridor. The faint yellow light of stars could be seen, and the graceful sound of the violin was echoing in the air. She was panicking, and her head seemed to be starting to hurt again.

"Dammit …"

Song Dell leaned against the wall, her hand hurriedly rummaged through her purse. After finding the analgesic, she sprayed it into her nose.

Song Dai'er leaned against the wall and slowly walked forward. Why was it that she had such a headache after only one day in Z Country?

"Damned Nangong An and he didn't even need to lock the door?"

The door to room 2045 was ajar, and Song Dell's dazed thoughts could not be distinguished. She mumbled something, pushed the door open, and walked in, closing the door behind her. The interior was almost the same, and they were all presidential suites.

The large bed was carved with red peach wood and had a rococo style. It was covered in black silk. Song Dell was stunned for a moment before her body went soft. She fell to the side of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The woman laid on the black bed was like a flawless piece of beautiful jade.

The room was eerily quiet …

After a long while, the door of room 2045 was pushed open. The woman supported the heavily drunk man and stumbled in.

"Mr. Huangfu …"

From her clothes, it could be seen that she was a beauty dancing in the air. Her red nail polish covered her fingertips in an infatuated manner as she swiped them across the man's perfect face. Her eyes were filled with greed. If she could reach such a world-renowned and outstanding fifth brother diamond, then she would be blessed for three lifetimes!

The strong and unstoppable fragrance of the perfume made Huangfu Yun's handsome eyes blossom with a look of disgust. Even though he was drunk, he still had a crush on the fragrance that had disappeared for three years.

He was not easy to get drunk, but tonight he would drink from one to the other, and the greedy faces that fawned on him would have liked him to do so, because they were already prepared, such as this presidential suite 2045.

But did anyone know why Huangfu Yunyin drank like this?

His heart ached again from the glimpse he'd had downstairs.

"Mister Huangfu, you want me to serve you!"

The woman's hand trembled as she took off the man's coat.

"Scram …"

Huangfu Yun held his hands in front of his chest as he shouted in anger. He was drunk, but that didn't mean that any woman could replace the woman in his heart.

The woman seemed to have been intimidated. She stopped her hand and looked at Huangfu Yunyin with an expression of disbelief.

Could it be that the legend was true? Huangfu Yunyin was a comrade?

Seventy percent alcohol, and thirty percent consciousness. How could he, Huangfu Yunyin, let him get drunk? He needed to be on guard at all times.

"Get out!" Huangfu Yun stood up shakily, not paying any more attention to that woman. He directly stumbled in the direction of his bedroom.

Although the woman was unwilling, she still gritted her teeth, grabbed her bag, and slammed the door as she left. What kind of joke was this? Did those people go crazy? They clearly knew that Huangfu Yunyin was a comrade, yet they still made arrangements like this. Shouldn't they arrange things even more difficult for him?

And Number 2045 seemed to have regained its serenity. Huangfu Yun lay dejectedly on the bed, his eyes half-closed and intoxicated. After losing that woman for three years, he had never allowed himself to fall into depravity.

"Little Di …" With a drunken mutter, Huangfu Yunyin seemed to have removed the coldness from his face, and there seemed to be a hint of water flickering in the corners of his eyes.

He could not forget the coldness of the woman's death in his arms.

"Hmm?"

Huangfu Yun's slightly drunk heart froze for a moment. He suddenly turned his face, and his amber eyes narrowed. He once again saw Little Di.

Little Dai was lying on her side beside him. Even though the lights were dim, Huangfu Yun was still able to recognize her. The woman's sleeping face was as still as an angel.

"Little Di …"

Huangfu Yun fiercely hugged the woman who looked like an angel.

Despite his hallucinations, he didn't want to miss a chance to see her.

"Ah …"

Waking up from her sleep, Song Dai'er didn't even have time to react before she was fiercely sealed by a kiss that reeked of alcohol.

Huangfu Yun closed his eyes. The woman in his embrace was Little Di. Such a figure, like her aura and her sweet lips …

Dai, let me indulge once...

A line of moisture ran across the man's cheek.