marital love

When Wen Yao returned to the ward, her face was slightly red.

Ye Zhi is not a person without eyesight, so he chased people away on the spot: "I don't think it's too early, and there is nothing to pay attention to here, you can pack up and go back."

Wen Yao looked at her and wanted to say something.

Ye Zhi played with her phone impatiently, not giving her a chance to speak, and frowned, "Let's go, or your man will call again later."

Wen Yao: "..."

She had nothing to clean up, so she carried her small bag, "Then just tell me if you have anything."

Ye Zhi smiled, "I'm fine, what can I do?"

Wen Yao looked back at her three times a step, and then left.

The door of the ward closed.

The smile on Ye Zhi's face fell.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to find her bag on the sofa, and hurriedly found a cigarette and a cigarette lighter from the bag.

Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, so she turned around and went to the bathroom, closed the door, patted the toilet seat and sat on it, and wiped it twice with her fingertips, before the faint blue and red light burst out. Nod your head.

Take a deep breath.

Then she slowly let the breath of nicotine rush into her nose and body in a disorderly manner.

Ye Zhi learns design, and often holds a paintbrush. There are thin layers of calluses on the top of her index finger and middle finger. She always likes to rub and pick unconsciously, and now is no exception.

She changed her hand to hold the cigarette, and unconsciously rubbed the callus with the other sharp nails on her right hand.

The whole person looked a little depressed and absent-minded, and his eyes didn't know where to fall.

Until her cell phone rang outside the door.

She was taken aback suddenly and came back to her senses.

After extinguishing the remaining third of the cigarette, he got up and went out.

The note on the phone was eye-catching. She looked at it and subconsciously wanted to refuse the call. She paused and frowned, but she still chose to connect.

"Hey, Dad."

...

It's been really hot this summer.

This was Wen Yao's first thought when he walked out of the hospital.

There is no such thing as cool night like water in the current Lingchuan. The air at night is hot and dry, and even the wind that blows seems to be wrapped in a thick film, besieging people.

Fortunately, the place where Yan Sui parked was conspicuous, and Wen Yao saw it as soon as he stepped out.

The driver who thought he was calling followed, went to the back seat without thinking, pulled the door twice and didn't open it.

A male voice fell from the car window ahead: "Come ahead."

She went to the driver's seat instead.

As soon as she sat in, the coolness instantly enveloped her, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief and relax her body.

"How is your friend?" Yan Sui's eyes fell on her for two seconds, and then he drove away, asking her in between.

Wen Yao didn't expect him to care about this, and was a little surprised, but soon realized that he was just asking a symbolic casual question out of politeness, but she still answered him seriously, "Fortunately, it's nothing serious, just a little allergic."

"Ah."

Then silence.

Half a minute later, Wen Yao asked, "Did you have any social engagements tonight?"

After asking, she paused suddenly, feeling as if she was talking nonsense.

If he had a social occasion, he wouldn't have come here to pick her up at this point in time.

Yan Sui said flatly, "Let He Chi take the people there."

That's right, in the position where he sits, large and small entertainment, private or official, if he is really required to respond to everything, then the team of assistant secretaries behind him might as well be disbanded.

After walking all this way, Wen Yao was also a little thirsty, and felt that the question he asked was embarrassing and idiot, so he cleared his throat uncomfortably, and looked around.

Yan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "What are you looking for?"

"water."

She said, "Is there water in the car?"

Yan Sui: "Yes, at the back."

Wen Yao turned halfway to get water from behind, and asked politely, "Do you want it?"

"Need not."

She stopped talking, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank.

She drank most of the pure water that was about the length of her palm in one go.

After pinching the slightly deflated body of the bottle, Wen Yao screwed on the cap, and looked at the package by the light outside.

Simple white, the upper logo is black English, and the lower row of small characters translated into Chinese means pure water.

She looks familiar, because the refrigerator in Huainan Bay is also stored in this model.

Can't help but sigh in my heart.

rich people.

Drinking water is imported.

She withdrew her gaze and put the water in the booth next to her. She looked out of the window when she raised her head. After a few seconds, she noticed something was wrong.

"Isn't this the way home?"

"En." He still said, cherishing words like gold.

Wen Yao was puzzled, and tentatively asked, "Any other appointments tonight?"

Only then did Yan Sui speak out in an unhurried manner: "Take another road and make a detour. The road was blocked for more than half an hour when you came here. Before you got on the bus, I checked the traffic route and it was still blocked."

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment.

The heart that was fluttering a little when he heard him say that he came to pick her up was now active again.

At the red light, the vehicle stopped slowly.

Mostly because he felt a little stuffy in the air-conditioned air-conditioned space, Yan Sui slightly lowered the window.

There was a convertible sports car parked beside the car, and at this moment, a Cantonese song with a sense of the age was playing, and when the music climaxed, it was heard more and more clearly in Wen Yao's ears.

"...whoever has been willing to let go,

I have been wonderful and wish to keep it,
As the years go by, the more I feel that I love you deeply,
If you miss your appointment in this life,
No need to meet in a certain year,
I am willing to be completely drunk for the rest of my life,

……

... "

Yan Sui also listened with no emotion on his face, only tapping the steering wheel with his fingertips from time to time.

After a short period of time, the vehicles will start to surge, the red light has passed, and the sports car will soon disappear with the music.

"Is there anything you want to eat, and take some back by the way?"

After Yan Sui finished speaking, there was no reply after two seconds.

Turning his head to look, "Wen Yao?"

Wen Yao came back to her senses in a trance, met his gaze, and focused only after there was a double image in front of her eyes, "What?"

Yan Sui asked, "Why are you thinking so seriously?"

She shook her head and said in a low voice, "Nothing."

It's just that she is familiar with this song and likes it very much.

Yan Sui: "Aunt Kui prepared dinner at home, do you have anything else you want to buy?"

She filtered it in her brain, "No."

Her eyes were suddenly attracted by the pendant in front of the windshield. She raised her hand to touch it. It was a small cloth bag. She thought it was an aromatherapy bag, but it didn't feel like it. It seemed empty inside and very light.

"what is this?"

Yan Sui took a look, "The peace talisman you gave me."

Wen Yao was a little surprised that he would hang on the car.

But also, it would be frightening if he really hangs on his chest.

She moved her lips, wanting to say that she didn't give it to him, but he took it away - although she did ask for one for him back then.

She said that she had nothing to buy, and stopped the car when she passed a lo mei shop.

After getting out of the car under Yan Sui's disapproving gaze, she turned around and curled her lips, complaining silently that he was really a dictator, and that she would not allow her to eat if she didn't eat it.

Finally, she returned to the car with nearly a hundred pieces of lo-mei.

Although the packaging is tight, the taste of the stewed fragrance still leaks out.

Wen Yao was worried that he would dislike and ridicule her, so she hid the box again and again, trying to hide her ears.

But Yan Sui was very quiet for the rest of the journey.

Even after the car was parked in the garage, she reached out to pick up the things in her hands.

"I will do it myself."

She glanced at his face, and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but his behavior still gave her the feeling that he would throw away the lo mei she bought.

Yan Sui carried his things and left without saying a word.

After walking two steps, I realized that the people behind me didn’t follow me, and I turned my head to remind me, “You still haven’t followed me, want to feed the mosquitoes outside?”

Listen, this man's mouth is still so poisonous.

How about a little more gentle words.

Wen Yao had something different in her heart, but on the other hand, she followed him obediently with three steps and two steps.

Yan Sui did not touch the lo-mei he bought back, he ate dinner early and went upstairs, Wen Yao ate in silence, and called Aunt Kui to try it out and help solve it together.

Aunt Kui sat down very face-saving, and asked with a smile, "I just saw that Mr. didn't eat much, did you not like it?"

It's not just dislike, it's simply dislike.

Wen Yao said, "Well, he can't get used to these things."

Aunt Kui tasted it, her expression was quite satisfied, and she said: "If my wife likes it, just tell me, and I will do these too. After all, the ones sold outside are not as clean and hygienic as those made by myself."

Wen Yao has liked to eat lo-mei since she was a child. When she was living with her grandmother, she especially loved her handicrafts, such as braised eggs, braised duck neck beef and some vegetarian dishes. Later, when she went to school, she could only eat her grandma’s lo-mei during holidays, and it was also sold outside. , no matter how many stores you run, there is always no taste of grandma.

On the way back, I saw the signboard of lo-mei, and thought about it, thinking that it seemed that I hadn’t eaten it for so long after returning to China, so I wanted to try it.

Wen Yao smiled, nodded and said yes.

I stayed downstairs for nearly an hour before going upstairs to wash up.

There was no sign of Yan Sui in the room, so he probably went to the study.

When taking off her clothes, Wen Yao sniffed her chest and arms, and sure enough, there was a strong stewed smell, even on her hair.

After taking a bath, there was no other peculiar smell except the fragrance all over my body.

While wiping her hair, she thought nonchalantly, if she went to bed with the smell of marinade all over her body, Yan Sui would probably kick her off with one kick.

Thinking of that scene, she couldn't hold back her eyes and smiled.

After packing himself up, Yan Sui still didn't return to his room.

She had no idea of ​​reading tonight. She sat on the bedside and played with her mobile phone for more than ten minutes, and gradually fell asleep.

Finally she left a wall lamp and lay down to sleep.

Half an hour later, Yan Sui returned to the bedroom.

Wen Yao was already in a deep sleep, with her body slightly sideways, half of her face covered by her hair, and her slender eyelashes cast a shadow in the halo.

Her posture after falling asleep is not very elegant and honest, the upper body looks nothing weird, but the leg under the thin quilt, one across the other side of the spare, occupies the place where he sleeps rather savagely and domineeringly, with a raised arc, Yan Sui could see clearly.

He hooked his lips and smiled.

He took off his nightgown and lifted the quilt.

Probably because of the coldness rushing in, she flinched involuntarily, before she woke up, she soon warmed up again.

She turned slightly sideways, with her back facing his direction. She was wearing a comfortable and cool suspender pajamas, which hung loosely on her shoulders at the moment, and her slender back was clearly visible.

Yan Sui avoided her sleeping position, didn't intend to move her, just turned off the wall lamp and lay down flat to start to feel sleepy.

Unexpectedly, the person next to him made a movement, the leg suddenly lifted, and it was put on his leg, followed by the person turned over, and the hand also hit him, lying on his chest.

As if hugging him fiercely.

Yan Sui's fingertips trembled slightly, but before she had time to move, her head jumped up and hit his chin firmly.

Still carrying the fragrance of her body, she attacked so unscrupulously.

Yan Sui lowered his eyes, looked at the top of her head by the moonlight, stretched out his hands helplessly to hold her shoulders, and let her relax in his arms.

Her breath was just on his chest, it was numb and hot.

Yan Sui suddenly became a little irritable, and pushed her away a little.

Wen Yao's knee pushed up unconsciously, and it happened to land three inches below him.

To be honest, Yan Sui didn't want to do anything to her tonight.

But he couldn't bear the "seduction" several times in his arms, and his calm mood also had some ripples.

Yan Sui has not yet reached this level of true holiness and selflessness, let alone facing Wen Yao.

When the body is close, familiar and intimate, there will be an uncontrollable reaction.

So before getting married, Wen Yao looked down upon some of his behaviors. For example, when the two of them went to have a room and she threatened him with this, Yan Sui put on an innocent posture instead, as if he It's the one who suffers, making Wen Yao feel that he is sanctimonious.

Yan Sui glanced out the window, the night was heavy, and then looked at the person in front of him, after a moment of silence, he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

Once, twice.

Wen Yao remained silent.

His head was slightly lowered, and he moved close to her lips, biting them.

Not long after, she felt a little bored, Wen Yao's eyelashes trembled, and when she opened her eyes, she was blurred, and before she could react, she squeezed out a soft voice from her throat: "...Huh?"

Like a fire, suddenly violent.

Yan Sui turned and lay on top of her, somewhat eagerly disturbing her sobriety that came up belatedly.

...

Wen Yao yawned again.

He felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled.

She looked over in doubt, her eyes indicating what was wrong.

Ida quietly glanced at Nan Xu, then lowered her voice: "Did you not rest well last night? Mr. Nan has looked at you several times."

Wen Yao was slightly startled, then straightened her waist, and said vaguely: "...well, a little bit."

Then he met Kaida with slightly teasing eyes.

Suddenly, her mouth was dry and she took a few sips of the water next to her.

This was the fourth yawn she had yawned in the morning meeting of the department. Her eyes were moist, but she still couldn't help but droop her eyelids.

It's all Yan Sui's fault.

She slept soundly last night, but suddenly she was short of breath and almost fainted, and she was pulled over by him and staggered before she was very awake.

...well, it's certainly comfortable though.

But her legs are still a little sore this morning, and the lack of sleep has led to constant drowsiness.

Until the end of the meeting, Wen Yao went to the tea room with a drowsy face and made himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

Not long after her butt was hot, Tang Meng came over and explained: "You order a bunch of flowers in advance for visiting patients, and we will go out in the afternoon."

"Go to the hospital?"

Tang Meng: "Well, Mr. Hangrui Qin and his wife, you met before, just had an operation a few days ago, and I heard that they are recovering well, we have a cooperation with them, and we can push the boat along the way."

Wen Yao nodded, then turned around and ordered a bouquet of carnations on her mobile phone.

It's time to get off work at noon.

Wen Yao's phone was vibrating, she turned her head to look.

Y: Come up.

Wen Yao:?
She did it on purpose.

At this point in time, I think I also know why he asked her to go up, after all, she has already spent many meals in his office.

Y: I asked He Chi to come down to pick you up.

Yan Sui was very decisive and didn't go around in circles with her.

Wen Yao's hand holding the phone was tight, subconsciously wanted to touch her lips with her fingertips, and then stopped.

Inexplicably, the image of Yan Sui asking her to change this habit appeared in her mind.

Wen Yao: ...

She didn't want to admit that she had become servile in front of him, but she still retracted her fingers and pursed her lips slightly.

Respond to him modestly: No, today is inconvenient, I will go to the cafeteria with them.

After half a minute, Yan Sui didn't respond.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

After get off work, I went to the cafeteria with ida and his group.

Several people were smiling, and Ida teased her: "Why are you free to walk with us today, didn't you all have appointments a few days ago?"

Wen Yao: "...no appointment today."

"Oh—" they laughed teasingly.

Wen Yao kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, and remained silent.

Originally thought that after Yan Sui received her message, he should have understood her rejection.

However, she didn't expect that when she was eating to the fullest, Ida next to her suddenly grabbed her and said in shock: "! Boss Yan came down!"

Wen Yao coughed violently, and pulled the tissue in embarrassment.

The obvious commotion on this floor became noisy.

When she managed to recover, her face was flushed from coughing, and her eyes were watery as she looked over.

Facing Shang Yan Sui's calm and composed gaze.

It contains a lot of meaning that only she can understand.

Wen Yao suddenly understood what he meant.

I am not the mountain, I am the mountain.