This man was really narcissistic.
An Muran couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Forget it, I have a lot of things to do. I'd better go back to my room to sleep."
Therefore, An Muran no longer paid attention to Zhou Yi'an's teasing. He turned around and was about to go to the room, but was suddenly pulled back by a strong force and hit a strong chest.
The atmosphere just now was already a little ambiguous. Now the woman's face was close to the man's chest, which made a strange and charming atmosphere swirl in the air.
An Muran's body immediately stiffened on the spot. For a moment, she didn't know how to push the person in front of her away, and her heart beat faster inexplicably. This kind of strange feeling made her feel a little familiar. When she first met Jiang Yinxin, she seemed to have this kind of feeling.
Thinking of this, An Muran was instantly shocked by his own thoughts. How could it be possible? She treated Zhou Yi'an...
"Hey, you're still in my arms. Don't tell me you want to sleep with me."
The man's annoying voice rang out again above her head.
An Muran's thoughts were also pulled back. He fiercely pushed Zhou Yi'an away and said, "Zhou Yi'an, don't forget that we are just husband and wife in name. I hope you won't be so frivolous when you talk to me!"
" frivolous?" Zhou Yi'an smiled. No woman dared to talk to him like this. Even though he had been wearing the title of a playboy, no one dared to say the word frivolous.
Zhou Yi'an did not compromise because of An Muran's words. Instead, he got closer to An Muran and said, "An Muran, I don't think you understand the meaning of being frivolous. Why don't I teach you?"
After that, Zhou Yi'an leaned over and kissed An Muran.
The man's lips tossed and turned on the woman's two pieces of cherry red. Originally, he wanted to teach her a lesson, but later, he couldn't control himself and became more and more aggressive. Zhou Yi'an's tongue pried open An Mulan's defenseless teeth just like that. Then, his soft tongue began to attack the woman's mouth.
The woman's sweetness and tenderness were unexpectedly attractive. Zhou Yi'an felt that his whole person inexplicably sank into it until the sudden pain woke him up in an instant.
An Muran bit his tongue hard.
"Ah, you woman!" Zhou Yi'an covered his mouth in pain.
An Muran's little face was flushed with anger. Zhou Yi'an, that bastard, kissed her again. If the first kiss in the bathroom was an accident when Zhou Yi'an was drunk, and he regarded himself as Chu Manying, then what was this kiss in everyone's sober state?
Was it because of loneliness or boredom?
Thinking of this possibility, An Muran's heart sank again. He no longer wanted to look at Zhou Yi'an. He turned around angrily and was about to go to his room, but was held back by the man's big hand again. "Wait."
Zhou Yi'an's hands were very warm, and there was an inexplicable sense of comfort in them. Coupled with the gentleness in his tone, An Muran, who wanted to leave, finally stopped.
"Zhou Yi'an, what are you trying to do?"
The man smiled and said, "An Muran, don't you want to know what I'm doing at such a late hour? Come in and have a look."
Without waiting for An Muran's refusal, he dragged her into the room.
There was a laptop on Zhou Yi'an's bed, which was still emitting a faint white light at this time.
Zhou Yi'an pointed to the English document opened on the computer screen and said with a headache, "Recently, I have been translated this information. Because there are too many professional terms involved, the ordinary translator can't translate it. And one of my special interpreter has recently taken leave and went home, so I can only do these things by myself."
Hearing this, An Muran gave Zhou Yi'an a strange look.
Did she hear it wrong? Was Zhou Yi'an, a good-for-nothing, translated the English information?
An Muran suddenly recalled the incident when he went to the Zhou's Financial Group some time ago. The security guard at the door said that not only did Zhou Yi'an rarely go to the company, but he was just an empty shell in the Zhou's Financial Group. He had never done anything practical and only knew how to play with women.
"Why is Zhou Yi'an translated such professional English information?"
Thinking of this, An Muran couldn't help looking at the computer screen and asked in confusion, "These are professional financial materials. Why did you translate these?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the room for a few seconds. Zhou Yi'an said in surprise, "How do you know it's financial? Can you understand these materials?"
An Muran nodded. "Yes, to tell you the truth, I'm one of them in school. Well, I'm a straight-A student. I've done a part-time job as a temporary interpreter before, and I've also translated similar materials."
After hearing An Muran's words, Zhou Yi'an's eyes seemed to shine in an instant. He looked the woman up and down a few times. "An Muran, you really surprised me. I don't seem to understand you. You always surprised me a lot."
An Muran directly rolled his eyes at Zhou Yi'an. "Thank you. Although I don't know if you are praising me or not, you don't need to know me. We are just nominal husband and wife. In fact, we are not familiar with each other."
Zhou Yi'an ignored An Muran's unkind words and happily pulled An Muran to sit by the bed. "By the way, didn't you say that you wanted to find a job before? Can you help me translate these things? Well, our salary will be as usual."
An Muran saw that Zhou Yi'an didn't seem to be joking. Thinking that he still owed Zhou Yi'an a lot of money, he asked with some hesitation, "Are you serious?"
Zhou Yi'an nodded very seriously.
"Well, okay, but as you said, my translation fee is very expensive. Don't regret it."
"Okay, no problem." Zhou Yi'an smiled. Was this woman afraid that he couldn't afford the interpreter?
"When will you start working now?" An Muran asked.
Zhou Yi'an looked up at the time on the computer. It was 2:55 p.m. It seemed a little late, but the information was indeed very urgent.
"Well, I'm not in a hurry. You go to sleep first. Help me work tomorrow morning." After thinking for a while, Zhou Yi'an decided to let this woman go tonight and let her have a good rest. After all, she had been tortured to death today.
An Muran nodded. "Okay, oh, by the way, I have to ask for a day off from you the day after tomorrow. Well, I want to attend... a classmate's gathering."
As soon as he heard the words, Zhou Yi'an instantly understood what An Muran meant. It seemed that she was ready to face her ex-boyfriend.
The man frowned slightly, and then said casually, "Okay, by the way, where is your classmate's gathering?"
An Muran didn't think too much about it and replied casually, "Jade House Hotel."
Zhou Yi'an's eyes lit up. "Jade House Hotel. Very good. It happens that this hotel is also one of the shareholders."