Favored by wealthy families: Overlord only loves his little wife

The body has never felt like this before, as if it is wrapped in countless cotton, the comfortable feeling makes people extremely greedy, and unconsciously trembles slightly, however, there is another deep pain sweeping over, making people curl up involuntarily get up.

Wen Xingying waited for the pain to pass, fine beads of sweat appeared on his head.

"Are you awake? Does it hurt?" An embrace fell over from behind her, her body was enveloped in warmth, but the temperature on her face rose slightly.

Wen Xingying held his hand, the pain in his body was no longer strong, he smiled softly, "It's okay."

Ye Linglan nodded, slowly turned his body around, Wen Xingying raised his eyes, and the two looked at each other.

There was a smile on the man's face, but there was still an indescribable charm. Overnight, his face became somewhat sexy, and he was even more handsome and seductive than before.

Wen Xingying lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at the affection in the boy's eyes, as well as the uncontrollable longing and fascination.

Ye Linglan sighed contentedly, and embraced him in her arms.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Ye Linglan hesitated and coughed lightly, stroking the hair of the person in her arms, "Wen Xingying, let me tell you the story of me and Chen."

Wen Xingying froze, but reached out to comfort him, "I don't really want to know the story between you and him, as you said, you don't have to drag all your friends to me one by one Right now, my thinking was a bit extreme at the time.”

Ye Linglan smiled, "Chen and I have known each other for a long time. We have known each other since high school. In the beginning, I got close with Aning because of him. He is Aning's uncle. Later..."

He talked a lot, as if he was telling a story, but there was one detail that he never talked about, which was about Mo Ting.

"...It's basically like this. I admit that I still kept a little secret from you, but you must know that I didn't conspire with him to do anything wrong to you."

"I see." Wen Xingying smiled, closed her eyes, and snuggled into his arms again.

It's already June, the sun is scorching hot, and the current course is the last critical few weeks of the final term. Ye Linglan can't miss class, so every night when she returns home, she has to complain to Wen Xingying.

Wen Xingying comforted him patiently, but couldn't help teasing a few words, "Then, I allow you to skip my advanced math class in the future, and I will make up for you when I get home."

Ye Linglan was not comforted, "Even if I don't take this class, I still have to take other classes, taking up my precious time for rest at night, so it's better to suffer all the hardships at school."

Wen Xingying smiled but said nothing.
A few days later, it was time for students to choose courses. Ye Linglan looked at the class schedule for the next semester, and said to Wen Xingying very unhappy: "We won't have your class next semester, so wouldn't it be less time for me to see you?" A lot?"

Why does this child's mind never grow up?Wen Xingying shook his head and stood behind him, "Can't we see each other between classes and at night? You don't have to stick together all day. If you really miss me, you can come to the classroom where I teach when there are no classes. ah."

Ye Linglan shrugged and did not answer.

Wen Xingying smiled, and thought of another thing, "By the way, my mother called me a few days ago and said that she would come home this holiday, would you like to go to my house with me? See See my mother? Speaking of which, she hasn't seen you for many years, and she often mentioned you to me before."

"Oh?" Ye Linglan stood up, pulled him to sit down on the sofa, "Does my mother-in-law often mention me?" She said with a bitter face, "I guess, no matter how she mentions me, she must not be as good as my mother." Mention you more."

Wen Xingying looked at him with interest, raised his eyebrows, "I don't know, how did my mother-in-law mention me?"

Ye Linglan thought for a while, "Every time you have achieved consistent results, such as winning a scholarship, being admitted to a graduate school, etc., she will talk for three days, and usually mention you every three days, let me take you as an example, But I always thought that I was not bad at the time. It’s not like I didn’t have scholarships in high school. I got them all, and I didn’t get out of the top five in the midterm and final mock exams, and I often got No.1. It's fine if she doesn't praise me. She doesn't even mention that I was admitted to the same university as you, but she keeps talking about you, do you think you are her own child?"

This became Ye Linglan's nightmare when he was young. He thought more than once, even if he had no memory of his previous life, he would never forget Wen Xingying, and it was all thanks to that old mother.

Wen Xingying heard his last sentence, raised her hand and tapped on his head lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, do you want to go home with me?"

"Kiss me...forget it," Ye Linglan wanted to say "kiss me and I'll go", but recalling the past, she felt that it was unnecessary, "I will go."

"What do you want to say to kiss me?" Wen Xingying looked at him with an ambiguous smile.

Ye Linglan sighed softly, "Kiss me, but basically you don't kiss me very much every time I finish talking, and sometimes you turn your head and leave, so I might as well not say it."

Wen Xingying smiled and rubbed his hair, "Okay, then I'll take you home after the holiday."

Ye Linglan looked at him, and liked the way he said "go home".

Usually, at the end of the semester, the work of the student union basically comes to an end. In order to let the students concentrate on the exam, Ye Linglan was extraordinarily busy with the affairs of the student union in mid-June, and this was of course because of his good minister.

That night, Ye Linglan handed an invitation letter to Wen Xingying, and Wen Xingying took it over and saw that it was an invitation to the dance from the Student Union of the School of Computer Science.

Wen Xingying couldn't help asking, why is the dance held at this time?
Ye Linglan sighed, "Did you know? That guy Xuan Feng has been elected as the next president of the student union because of his outstanding achievements. Also, according to regulations, each department of the student union should hold at least two activity, the second activity of our organization department was dragged to this time on purpose, because he knew that he could become the chairman, so he wanted to find time to celebrate. He also said that there are many students who have a good relationship with him. Or at least everyone has been promoted, so I just took advantage of this time to have a group celebration. Have you noticed the time of the party?" He bent down to indicate the position of the time, "It's the sixteenth week of the weekend, he said In the [-]th week, the teachers basically finished the key points, and there were not many classes in the [-]th week, so that day played a link between the past and the next."

After hearing what he said, Wen Xingying nodded, looked at him again, and asked with great interest, "What about you? Have you been promoted?"

Ye Linglan sat down next to him listlessly, looking very unhappy, "Guess."

Wen Xingying blinked and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you don't have to be unhappy if you haven't been promoted, so who is the next head of your department?"

Ye Linglan threw herself into his arms, "crying bitterly", "I just want to tell you that I was elected as the next minister, why did they choose me, although I know that my political performance is also very good, but I don't want to After busying with them, I want to stay with you at home..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xingying pushed him away. Wen Xingying glared at him, "Boy, you are kidding me!"

Ye Linglan "smiled through tears" and wiped her eyes, "I'm kidding, Xuan Feng said, my minister is personally selected by the chairman, and he also said that being the minister of the organization department is basically the default appointment as the next chairman But to be honest, I really want to spend more time with you at home." I spread my hands while talking, "I know you want to say that I got cheap and good-looking, forget it. Oh, I have to tell you, Ah Ning is The next Minister of Culture and Entertainment."

Wen Xingying couldn't help laughing, "You three, the student union fell into your hands, I really couldn't help but mourn for it."

Ye Linglan was not convinced, "We will definitely work for the benefit of the students of the academy, if you don't believe me, just watch!" 
The dance party was held on the second floor of the school auditorium. Although it was summer, the night was still very cool. The two people in evening gowns did not feel stuffy as they walked along. Xuan Feng and Yang Jining in white suits stood at the door to greet them. Guests, when they saw Ye Linglan's Wen Xingying, they greeted them with a smile, Xuan Feng said: "Ms. Luo is also here, the shop is really full of splendor."

Wen Xingying smiled at him, but Ye Linglan waved her hand, "There's no need to call him teacher now, just 'Brother Wen Xingying'."

His appearance is very bold, but also very funny, Xuan Feng couldn't help holding back a smile, but Yang Jining said: "Then, Ye Linglan, you and brother Wen Xingying go in first, we still have to pick up guests."

His "pick up the guests" also made Ye Linglan a little funny. After saying goodbye to them, Ye Linglan walked into the hall holding Wen Xingying's hand.

The lights in the hall were bright, and the figures dancing quietly to the music on the dance floor were like a gluttonous feast. Ye Linglan and Wen Xingying came to the table, let him go, took two cups filled with juice, and put one of them Just hand it to him.

Wen Xingying took the glass and gave him a playful look, "Why is it juice, not wine?"

Ye Linglan pursed her lips, "Although I don't know how much you drink, at least I'm pretty bad. If I drink too much, it will be bad."

Wen Xingying smiled, raised his glass and touched him lightly, the orange fruit juice drank like his throat, which seemed to completely dispel the last bit of heat in the summer night.

Putting down the cup, Ye Linglan took another set of cutlery, forked a piece of shrimp meat and handed it to Wen Xingying's lips. Wen Xingying opened his mouth slightly, and the shrimp meat slipped into his mouth. It was delicious, tender and delicious.

The two tasted some more food, and Ye Linglan grabbed Wen Xingying's waist and came to the dance floor.

The gorgeous music sounded, Ye Linglan took his hand and danced to the music.

This is the first time the two have collaborated in ballroom dancing, and it feels very different from the last street dance. It seems that he can always be immersed in his gaze, and never have to run away.

Rotating and moving lightly, the cooperation between the two is easy to come by, and the mutual understanding hardly needs to be practiced.