She never thought that her name could be taken from a poem.
She didn't even expect that he could open his mouth and come.
This man knew too much!
She had never heard of this poem, but judging from its structure, she felt that it was probably from the Book of Songs.
She inherited the legacy of her parents and studied archeology. Naturally, she was also exposed to these ancient poems.
But she could not remember all of the more than 300 chapters in the Book of Songs.
Such an unfamiliar song, she didn't expect this person to be able to open his mouth and come up with it.
Looking up, she saw Nan Jingheng smiling and extending his hand: "Hello, I'm Bo Yan①."
Cheng Yi'an: "..."
Her face swelled and turned red unconsciously when she thought of those words.
He... was he teasing her?
Nan Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Sorry, I made a mistake, I am Nan Jingheng."
Cheng Yi'an stared blankly at his stretched out hand, palm facing up.
She could still see the fine lines on his palms, which were not messy and each one was very clear.
How could someone have such beautiful lines on their palms?
From the lines on the palm to the entire palm, they were delicate and elegant, with well-defined bones.
She thought of a certain male star who was currently popular. What fascinates his fans the most was his hands. The fingers were long and thin with distinct knuckles. The close-ups of him wearing a watch and tie make his fans go crazy.
But she felt that Nan Jingheng's hands were much prettier than that.
As if she had been struck by a poison, she obediently placed her hand on Nan Jingheng's palm.
His palm was so hot that her hand trembled as soon as she put it on it.
Suddenly she thought that it was this hand that was on her body just now.
Even though there was a layer of clothes between them, it was still frighteningly hot.
Skin seemed to have no barrier, felt his palm.
Unexpectedly, Nan Jingheng seemed to just wanted to shake her hand politely.
He just squeezed it lightly and then let it go.
Immediately, his eyes fell on Cheng Yi'an's bare feet.
Cheng Yi'an followed his gaze and noticed it. She curled up her toes uncomfortably and wanted to hide it.
Obviously, it's not a big deal at all.
But under Nan Jingheng's gaze, she just didn't feel comfortable anywhere.
Nan Jingheng calmly withdrew his gaze, raised his wrist to check the time, and said, "You have a good rest here."
Cheng Yi'an quietly looked at the room. The rooms on the top floor were all luxurious.
Even if it was not a presidential set, it was still a business set.
She was very stressed out here.
As if he could see her concerns, Nan Jingheng said with a smile: "You were drugged in Shengyue. It's not a big deal to open a room for you. Yan Beicheng won't care about your money."
Cheng Yi'an: "..."
Even so, she was still very uncomfortable.
"I still have something to do. You should have a good rest here and don't think too much." Nan Jingheng said, turned around and walked out.
When Nan Jingheng turned his back, Cheng Yi'an dared to stare at him openly.
Even though, what she was looking at was the back.
Seeing the tall figure getting further and further away, she felt a sense of sadness that even she herself couldn't understand.
She was about to withdraw her gaze, collect her emotions, and tell herself not to focus on Nan Jingheng.
He was not someone she could rest assured. Unexpectedly, Nan Jingheng stopped suddenly, turned his head, and caught her looking at him.
Cheng Yi'an's eyes widened suddenly, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to react.
She looked away, as if she felt guilty.
But if she was caught peeking, it would not be any better if she continued to look. On the contrary, she seemed to be shameless.
She didn't want to, but Nan Jingheng just smiled.
That smile, as if he had seen something interesting.
He nodded to her again and left the room.
When they arrived at Chu Zhaoyang's presidential suite, they heard Han Zhuoli's teasing as soon as they entered the door: "Hey, Little Heng Heng just saved the beauty as a hero?"
Nan Jingheng smiled; "I just helped people a little. I can't watch the little girl fall into the fire pit."
"Is everything okay over there?" Chu Zhaoyang asked.
Nan Jingheng nodded, remembered something again, and made a call to Shengyue's general manager.
"You asked someone to buy a pair of women's shoes. Miss Cheng's shoes just fell off." Nan Jingheng said, recalling the size of Cheng Yi'an's feet.
His hand seemed to be able to almost cover her feet.
"Size 37, buy sneakers." Nan Jingheng thought of her casual outfit and seemed to prefer wearing sneakers.
The pair that she took off her feet just now were also sneakers.
After he hang up the phone, Han Zhuoli and the others didn't tease him anymore.
Shengyue's waiter delivered lunch directly to the room. Everyone was here, just like a family gathering, chatting and eating in a relaxed manner.
Children eat less and could not concentrate on eating when there were many friends around.
They ate some hastily and ran to the entertainment room next to it to play.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the children were all sleepy from playing.
Qi Youxuan and the other older children were fine, but the little one couldn't bear it anymore.
Being obedient, they ran to bed and fell asleep.
As soon as everyone saw it, they decided to gather here first. Anyway, there were more opportunities for gatherings.
It happened that they also went back to see their children who had not been taken out because they were too young.
This presidential suite was opened by Chu Zhaoyang, so they did not leave immediately.
Gu Nian was thinking about whether he should just let the little guy take a nap here and leave after he wakes up.
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Translation Note :
① The name of the poet from the poem Nan Jingheng mentioned.