Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

Then he said coldly: "Every inch of your body has grown to the extreme, why did you have this mouth?"

I have no other skills, and it's really every word to piss people off.

Guan Qianyu didn't have any strength in her body, so she didn't have to struggle and resist, but she didn't need to work hard on her mouth, she said slightly, "I don't have Qiao Ai's clever mouth, I can only tell the truth."

Yan Xiyu stared at her, pinched her small chin with his fingertips, raised it, and read it again with a gloomy face, humming, "Need me to develop its function for you?"

Looking at his eyes, Guan Qianyu knew that this was not a good sign.

Finally regaining some strength, he pushed, "Let go."

She frowned, "It smells disgusting."

He smoked a small stack of cigarettes, and the smell of nicotine was strong, making it unbearable for her who didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

Yan Xiyu glanced at the ashtray next to her, and she was more sensible.

But he didn't let her go completely, at least he didn't let her out of his range completely.

Guan Qianyu was taken to apply the ointment, and then asked about the condition of her eyes like a prisoner.

After learning that "it recurs once a month at most, and he will recover within a few hours", he was silent for a long time without saying anything.

Then he said, "Go eat."

She had to eat the food she worked so hard to cook by herself in the end, and Li Changan was not allowed to bring it over.

Guan Qianyu promised Li Changan to deliver the meal, but now she couldn't deliver, so she had to call him and tell him.

Yan Xiyu leaned on the seat, eyes full of displeasure, "I've never seen you be so considerate of your husband."

She hung up the phone and looked over.

Laughing at himself, "Have you ever done that?"

It's just that he was not rare.

Yan Xiyu watched her serve a small bowl of rice, but he just sat aside, and the more he looked at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the more greedy he became.

The last time I thought about it for a few days, I finally didn't eat it.

So, there were two people on the table, one dish and one soup, and he ate with relish.

Guan Qianyu didn't like this dish very much, she stopped after a few mouthfuls, drank two mouthfuls of soup, and the rest went into Yan Xiyu's stomach.

"What are you asking about approving medicine for your father?" Yan Xiyu asked suddenly.

She pretty much put the matter behind her, so she paused for a moment.

Cai said: "Mrs. Chen said that Director Chen was wronged, and he was also forced. I ask you not to put pressure on him, otherwise it will be difficult."

After hearing this, Yan Xiyu snorted coldly, "Since you are wronged, how much effort will it take to confess the person behind it?"

Guan Qianyu stared at him for a while.

"Really...not you?"

The man had already put down the tableware, wiped the corners of his mouth, and pursed his thin lips slightly, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

Or, because her asking such a question meant she was displeased with his questioning.

She watched him get up to pack the tableware, washed all the dishes and chopsticks, and then looked ready to leave.

Of course, Guan Qianyu had no reason to stop him, she wished he would leave quickly so that she could be at peace.

However, she suddenly remembered something.

So, after Yan Xiyu arrived at the door and finished changing her shoes, she hurried over. Just as he was about to open the door, he took a step back.

She hit it straight away.

Yan Xiyu bumped his elbow holding the doorknob back against her chest, frowned, turned to look at her with lowered eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Guan Qianyu also looked at him, pursed her lips, and then said frankly, "Since you said that I have light bones, it's about the makeup artist, if I ask you to keep me, is it okay?"

The man snorted slightly after hearing this, "Why does it sound like you are being praised for being light-boned?"

Can she still be used as a reason to go back to work?
The fact that he didn't intend to let go really made Guan Qianyu a little worried.

She has a psychological studio and a job, but the makeup artist is the last thing she wants to lose.

"I promise, I won't mess with Qiao Ai again in the future, is that okay?" She was sincere enough, "Even if she messes with me, I will bear it."

It's all backed up to this point, if he still doesn't agree, Guan Qianyu has nothing to do.

But Yan Xiyu only said lightly: "Let's talk."

She stood there and could only watch him open the door and go out.

Back in the living room, Guan Qianyu took out her mobile phone and stared at the photo of Qiao Ai that she had taken.

She can only comfort herself, even if she tries to find out that the tattoo on Qiao Ai's neck is one of the fragments of cultural relics, proving that she is a member of the smuggling gang, she will not be able to save her brother.

If you lose this job, just lose it. Wouldn't it be more beneficial for him to study the woman who reported his brother's rape?

After thinking so wildly, she dozed off on the sofa.

I don't know how long the time has passed, but the sound of the doorbell's "jingling" brought her back from her dream to reality.

It was almost dark outside, so she hurriedly got up and turned on the light, then went to open the door.

"Qingyang?"

Qingyang stood at the door, gave her a symbolic smile, and then handed her over, "Sir, I will give it to you directly."

Guan Qianyu's eyes fell on the palm of his hand, and when she saw the necklace lying in the palm, she frowned softly, why is it this thing again?

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Qingyang did not take it back, but continued: "This is specially ordered by Mr., it was rushed twice, and it was finally delivered on your birthday."

She didn't want to say this in front of others.

But since Qingyang spoke for him like this, he had no choice but to laugh and said: "I think you made a mistake. This is a gift he gave to Qiao Ai, but Qiao Ai didn't like it and threw it to me. As I said, I No garbage collection."

Qingyang looked puzzled, as if surprised that she would have such an idea.

He said: "There is your name engraved on the hidden buckle of this necklace, how could it be something for Miss Qiao?"

Has Mr. Yan never explained such a thoughtful custom design to her?
Oh, that's right, Bai Yuxing said long ago that the last thing the master knows in this life is explaining, and the words in his heart are always hidden the deepest.