It's not too late to love: My wife is too sweet to resist

After Yang Yun struggled a little, An Quan let her go, which surprised her.

Maybe he was afraid of alarming his family, or maybe he was really old. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

It is true that time does not pass by, everyone is getting old.

An Quan actually didn't think so, he knew Yang Yun very well, and haste makes waste.

I haven't seen her for more than 20 years, but the little girl at that time became more and more unrestrained, making people think about it.The mature Yang Yun is indeed very lethal to him, he still won't deny that he still loves her, maybe she is the only woman he loves, ever loved.

As soon as Yang Yun left, a woman coughed from upstairs.

His first wife, Chen Meiqing, has been in poor health since the day she married him, suffering from tuberculosis and paralysis, and has been bedridden all year round.

An Quan was very embarrassed, he couldn't take her with him every time he attended various banquets, and he was even unwilling to take the initiative to mention her to others.

Marrying her at the beginning was the arrangement of the parents of both parties. It is because of the financial support of the two families and his own efforts that he has the local status of An's Group in Shenzhou today.
Chen Meiqing's health is getting worse and worse, and her temper is getting worse and worse. An Quan doesn't bother her too much. In order to avoid her, she often works late and doesn't even want to go home.

It was impossible for him to divorce her, he couldn't do it.It's not how much he sympathizes with her, but he cares about face very much. He is a philanthropist, and he works hard to do charity so that if he really kicks her away in the future, his image will not be completely destroyed.

Yang Yun appeared today, and his heart was disturbed.

This is the woman he misses day and night, he has already missed it once, and he doesn't want to miss it again.

He hasn't found another woman outside for so many years. It's not that he doesn't want to. At the beginning, the Chen family was strict, and they would withdraw their capital whenever they found something abnormal. Later, he was really busy with his career, so even if he met a good woman, he didn't have time.

The most important thing is that women who get close to him can't bring benefits to his career, and he will never let them get close.So for so many years, his image in society is still good on the surface, a good husband, a good father, and a philanthropist. These have indeed added a lot to his career.

Yang Yun is an exception in her mind, she is different from any woman, no matter her knowledge, appearance, or temperament, she is definitely not comparable to those vulgar fans in the society. As for her own wife, she is like a heaven and an underground. .

An Quan walked up and down the study room with a cigarette in his mouth and a cup of coffee in his right hand.He took a puff of the cigarette and exhaled it. When the smoke cleared, two women appeared in front of him, one standing and the other sitting in a wheelchair.

He was really taken aback.

"Dad. Dad, why...why don't you sleep."

The one who spoke was An Jia, An Quan's daughter. She is 21 years old, with big eyes, a thin face, and a pointed chin. She is a real beauty.

The only fly in the ointment is that he speaks a little slowly and sometimes stutters, which is said to be caused by a high fever when he was a child.

But even so, with her beautiful appearance and family background, there is no shortage of suitors.

"Ah Quan, what's on your mind today?" The wheelchair-bound man asked An Quan before he could answer.

She, Chen Meiqing, knew that this day would definitely come, no matter who or what happened to An Quan today, he would definitely be different from the past.
"No, it's okay. I just came back, I was thinking about some things at work, and I couldn't fall asleep after drinking a cup of coffee." An Quan somehow alarmed their mother and daughter, looking a little flustered, hoping they didn't see Yang Yun.

"Why is your tie loose? Are you hot?" Chen Meiqing continued to ask, coughing as she asked, almost the whole building could hear it.

"Yes, I just came back from outside and it's a bit hot." An Quan kept avoiding her eyes and could only answer along with her words.

"Sleep, An Jia, you have to go to school tomorrow." Chen Meiqing glanced at An Quan, and was pushed away by An Jia.

"You have a feminine smell about you. You are not an ordinary woman. You must have had an extraordinary experience today." Chen Meiqing walked away and threw a sentence to him.

An Quan sniffed the sleeves of the jacket and the shirt. They didn't seem to have them, but they seemed to have them, vaguely, but he couldn't describe the smell.

It must be Yang Yun's smell, he is a little familiar with this smell, he just doesn't know why Chen Meiqing told him, he should know first.

Yang Yun is still using the perfume brand that I gave her. It turns out that she has always been the same. I don't know how I, An Quan, can match her.