marital love

Wen Yao thought that for dinner with Lin Anhe, they should meet in a place with strong privacy, similar to the North Pavilion.

As a result, they drove all the way up the mountain, and she realized it only after she realized it.

"To Song Yicen's house?"

"En." Yan Sui was flat, or a little surprised by her question, because his eyebrows moved slightly.

Wen Yao had nothing to say, she only blamed herself for being slow to react.

The place where Song Yicen and Lin Anhe lived was a villa on the top of the mountain, modern Nordic style, luxurious and exquisite, from a distance, the lights were shining brightly in the night, like a unique shining star.

In Wen Yao's words, there are two words, one is big and the other is trench.

The car slowly drove into the small parking yard, Wen Yao glanced around, and saw a row of expensive luxury cars neatly parked.

She got out of the car with her bag in her hand, and stepped on the heat-waved ground, feeling unreal. She even wondered in her heart, is such a floor tile more expensive than her toilet in Wen's house?

Yan Sui also got out of the car, didn't hear any movement from her side, turned around and saw her staring at the ground without moving, "Why are you in a daze?"

Wen Yao regained consciousness and followed.

Yan Sui gestured with his arms.

She didn't lose face, and stretched out her hand to hold his arm.

"It's so beautiful here."

There was a smile in Yan Sui's eyes, "This is their wedding room."

Wen Yao understood, and said slowly, "It's not unreasonable to hate the rich."

She has opened her eyes, and Huainan Bay also made her dumbfounded, but she didn't expect this place to amaze her even more.

Yan Sui didn't take it seriously, "It's rare to see something strange."

Wen Yao squinted at him, "Of course there's no way to compare with Mr. Yan."

In fact, people like Yan Sui basically don't show their worth and family background to the outside world, but they look different from others, from behavior to dressing, they don't deliberately show off how rich they are, but their hair Can give away his wealth.

They walked up the stairs, Wen Yao looked around, the more she looked at her, the more speechless she felt. There was an open-air swimming pool on the second floor, and there were rows of lounge chairs by the pool, and a figure appeared dazzlingly.

When he looked intently, the man got up and stood up, wearing a loose white bathrobe, walking towards this side at a leisurely pace.

Song Yi Cen approached, smiled and glanced at Yan Sui, then his eyes fell on Wen Yao, "Long time no see, Mrs. Yan."

"Call me sister-in-law." Yan Sui stretched out his hand, and gathered the bathrobe that was opened wide on his chest, covering his bare chest.

Wen Yao: "..."

Song Yicen smiled, "Sister-in-law and not sister-in-law are calling people old. I think it's better to just call them by name. The word Wen Yao sounds so nice."

Naturally, Wen Yao didn't care about what address to call, and smiled with an arm on his lips, "You can do whatever you want."

Yan Sui was seven years older than her, and Song Yicen was about the same age as him, and she was really shocked when she called her sister-in-law.

"I thought you guys would come later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Song Yicen rearranged his loose bathrobe and joked: "Ah Xu is really stingy, he doesn't even wear such clothes for his wife, and he doesn't care what other people do. wear."

Yan Sui gave him a fluttering look, "Let Lin Anhe come?"

Song Yicen: "What a big deal."

Wen Yao smelled a mellow alcohol smell on Song Yicen's body. He was drinking alone by the swimming pool before, and he looked a little lonely no matter how he looked.

Wen Yao pondered, the couple probably had the same relationship as her and Yan Sui.

Song Yicen led the way two steps ahead, "It's better to come early, everything is prepared for you, you can't escape tonight no matter what."

Yan Sui raised his eyelids: "Is this how you treat guests?"

Song Yicen raised the corners of his mouth, "What kind of guest are you, the relationship between the two of us is our own behind closed doors."

Wen Yao followed their footsteps without saying a word, thinking it was strange how these two talked.

If they weren't both married, and she knew that Yan Sui's orientation was normal, she would have suspected that there was some obscure and tricky relationship between them.

So for a while the expression was a little strange.

Just happened to be caught by Song Yicen who turned his face, he raised his eyebrows, looked at some yuppie frivolous gestures, "Sister-in-law, please don't get me wrong, I and A Xu are talking about serious things."

Wen Yao: "..."

She smiled lightly.

A bit embarrassing to be exposed.

Yan Sui also looked down at her with meaningful eyes.

Song Yicen explained: "Thanks to my sister-in-law, I can taste Ah Xu's cooking skills tonight. The ingredients are all prepared, and I am just waiting for Ah Xu to show his skills."

Wen Yao was taken aback, what blessing did she ask for?

Also, Yan Sui cooks?
The surprised expression on her face was obvious, Song Yicen took a full look at it, looked at Yan Sui teasingly, stared at him and said: "Don't sister-in-law know? Asu's cooking skills are top-notch, and he is really not enough Competent, how long have you two been married, and he hasn't even cooked you a meal?"

Wen Yao is honest: "No."

Not once.

I thought he was a noble son who never touched the spring water with his ten fingers.

Song Yicen remained calm, "It's A Xu's fault, how can a husband still hide it."

Wen Yao thought to herself, isn't that what it is.

Yan Sui withdrew his eyes and stared straight ahead, his thin lips pursed slightly, a little impatiently, "Where are you talking so much on the way to take you."

Song Yicen didn't look at him, but only looked at Wen Yao, and said with a smile, "Well, this person can't say a few words, and he easily becomes angry from embarrassment."

Wen Yao is still holding Yan Sui's arm, the husband and wife should always show their superficial skills, and she definitely can't be expected to help Song Yicen say that Yan Sui is wrong.

So he just smiled and didn't answer.

Song Yicen made fun of himself and stopped talking.

Several people walked into the house.

The light is as bright as day, and the field of vision is wide and open.

When I entered the door, I saw someone sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the movement, the woman with a gentle temperament stood up with a soft smile on her face.

Song Yicen walked in front and greeted people, "An He, this is Wen Yao, Ah Xu's—"

"I know." The woman took the words and stretched out her hand, "Hello, I'm Lin Anhe."

Wen Yao shook her back, "Hello, Wen Yao."

Both women smiled.

When Wen Yao withdrew her hand, her gaze stayed on Lin Anhe for an extra second. Not to mention, she looked beautiful in the camera, even more so in reality.

The scene opened, the woman had something to talk about, Song Yicen pulled Yan Sui and urged him into the kitchen: "Look at what time it is, I'm waiting for you hungry, I didn't eat a few bites at noon, just waiting for you Feed me."

Pushed by him, Yan Sui moved two steps, raised his hand to take off his coat, and seeing his eagerness, he knew that he had a conflict with Lin Anhe and couldn't stay in one place.

"I owe you? If you don't come tonight, you still plan to stay hungry like this, as if your stomach is made of iron."

Song Yicen had a cheeky face, "Are you kidding me? I don't have that cooking skill myself, so maybe others don't either? Didn't Yan always forget that there is such a thing as takeaway in this world?"

Yan Sui handed the coat to Wen Yao, and when she took it over, he touched the back of her hand reassuringly.

Attract the woman to look over.

But he withdrew his hand, looked at Song Yicen, and said in a calm tone, "You wild country, who will give it to you."

Song Yicen smiled, "Money can turn ghosts, as long as the money is paid, you can talk about anything, sister-in-law—do you think so?"

Wen Yao was suddenly mentioned by him, she was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "It makes sense. Aren't you guys going to the kitchen, do you need my help or something?"

Song Yicen hurriedly answered, "Where can I use you."

Yan Sui lifted his collar: "It is enough to have him."

Wen Yao: "..."

She turned her gaze slightly and landed on Lin Anhe.

The other party looked over calmly, handed a glass of lemonade to her, and said calmly: "It's hot, and I must be tired after walking all the way. Let's drink some water and take a rest."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yan followed Song Yicen to the kitchen.

Without the words of the two men coming and going, the huge space became extraordinarily quiet.

There is a huge fish tank background wall in the living room. The algae green scene is accompanied by light, and colorful fish of various sizes wander freely in it.

Wen Yao could see this by raising her eyes, and stared at it for a few moments, feeling a little embarrassed because she was too quiet.

Over the years, her social skills haven't improved much. She thought Lin Anhe looked like a gentle person, and it would be easy to get along with her, but when Wen Yao sat face to face with her, she realized that she was a bit noble.

——Of course, she didn't mean to belittle.

Perhaps this is just the difference between celebrities and ordinary people, there is a wall.

Wen Yao took a sip of the water glass, then put it down, and tried to say: "They...have always been getting along like this?"

Seeing the cold and reticent Yan Sui a lot, now seeing the way he gets along with Song Yicen, she feels that he has become very different from usual, which also surprises her.

Lin Anhe: "The two of them have known each other for almost 20 years."

Indeed, when Yan Sui returned to Yan's house at the age of 11, he "did not know each other without a fight" with Song Yicen, and now he is 30 years old.

20 years.

When Wen Yaoguang thought about this number, he felt that it was a bit huge.

After all, she was only in her early twenties.

Then thinking of the age gap between her and Yan Sui, she silently calculated in her heart that when Yan Sui was in primary school, she was just a baby who couldn't even speak for a short time.

Can't help but fall silent.

Of course, Lin Anhe didn't know what she was thinking, but just opened up the topic, and started talking along the way.

"Now they have a good relationship, and fights were common in the early years."

Wen Yao was surprised: "Fight?"

"Ah."

Wen Yao said, "I really can't tell."

She couldn't imagine what it would be like for Yan Sui to fight with others, probably in her mind, swinging fists, knives and guns did not fit Yan Sui's image at all.

Lin Anhe smiled lightly, with a faint smile.

Wen Yao looked at her.

Lin Anhe is no more relaxed and unrestrained than Song Yicen at home. He still wears his work clothes, a one-shoulder slit skirt, revealing a graceful shoulder and neck and a beautiful collarbone, elegant and intellectual.

Perhaps it was because of the make-up on her face, her gentle and carefree style was different from the Lin Anhe she had seen on screen before.

"You should have known Yan Sui not long ago. After getting along for a long time, you will find that they are actually just superficially decent, and they are not very serious in private."

...a human figure.

Wen Yao took another sip of water and felt that she was right.

but--

"You knew him before?"

Lin Anhe's pink lips parted slightly, and her eyelids drooped without emotion: "We met six years ago."

Wen Yao drank water again.

I hope she can say something more, some good gossip.

In the end, Lin Anhe stopped talking, and started talking about other things, "The last time you went to see his aunt with him, did you like the gift you gave Shen Xin?"

Wen Yao has an impression of this incident, and it's not surprising that she knew Shen Xin, "I like it, she said you are her goddess, and she kept telling me about you."

Lin Anhe: "Do you have her contact information?"

"Have."

When she was about to leave that night, Shen Xin exchanged WeChat messages with her.

She said: "Then you sit downstairs for a while, I'll go upstairs to get something, please pass it to her for me."

After Lin Anhe finished speaking, he stood up, walked two steps and then stopped, turned his head and said, "Otherwise, you can go up with me."

Wen Yao knew what she meant, but she just felt that it was not good to leave her alone.

But she didn't feel anything wrong, so she shook her head: "It's okay, I'll wait for you below."

After Lin Anhe left, Wen Yao relaxed, looked around, and then his eyes fell on the back of his hand.

After staring at it for two seconds, I couldn't help but raised my hand to touch it.

Seeing that the water glass was bottomed out, she poured herself another glass. There was a sliced ​​lemon beside her. She hesitated for a while, picked it up and tasted it.

Instant sour facial features wrinkled.

But the stamina feels good?

So twist and eat.

Without making Wen Yao wait any longer, Lin Anhe came down quickly.

She handed the things over, "This is a gift for the new drama, if you have time, give it to her for me."

It was packed in a square, beautiful and exquisite box, and the surface was painted with an ancient style of figures. Wen Yao looked familiar, with a slight frown, and then blurted out a name.

Lin Anhe was slightly surprised: "Have you seen it?"

Wen Yao: "I just saw it last night, and I have an impression of your look."

"It's beautiful." She said sincerely.

It's the costume drama that doesn't see who the leading actor is.

"Thank you." Lin Anhe smiled slightly, with a less sense of distance, and even his voice was much softer, "That's really a coincidence."

Wen Yao pinched the edge of the box, curious in his eyes, and tentatively asked: "Can I open it and have a look?"

"sure--"

While talking, the phone on the coffee table rang.

The two looked at the past at the same time.

Lin Anhe reached out to pick it up, and said, "Song Yicen's, I'll get it to him. If you like it too, I'll keep a copy for you."

Wen Yao had never done this before, so she bent her eyes when she heard this, "Okay."

Lin Anhe went to the kitchen.

Not long after, Song Yicen also came out.

After Wen Yao looked around, she didn't wait for Lin Anhe to come back.

She thought about it, put down her things, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

——Admittedly, when she heard Song Yicen say that Yan Sui would cook, she was really surprised, even a little unbelievable.

But when he actually saw the man in the apron standing by the cooking counter, his heart beat a little faster for no reason.

"Do you want to come in and study?"

The busy man with his back turned to her suddenly made a sound, scaring Wen Yao quite a bit.

Subconsciously wanted to hide, but felt that it was unnecessary, and didn't want to appear guilty, so he walked in, touched his face unnaturally, "How do you know I'm here?"

Yan Sui just chuckled, but didn't answer.

When you are familiar with a person, you can even recognize her footsteps.

Wen Yao's face became a little hot from his smile, and she stepped forward with her hands behind her back, "What about Lin Anhe, I just saw her come in, but I didn't see her go out."

"Together with Song Yicen."

"Really." Wen Yao was suspicious.

As he spoke, he glanced around and raised his chin slightly, "How are you getting ready?"

Yan Sui: "Hungry?"

Wen Yao reserved: "A little bit."

Yan Sui rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing half of his strong forearm. There were already cut side dishes beside him. He took out the plate and prepared to put it on the plate. He washed it first, and the clear water flowed from the back of his hand to the palm of his hand. The porcelain white plate was cleaned, and then the dishes were placed neatly.

The watch was not taken off, and it was splashed with some sporadic water stains. When her hands stood up slightly, Wen Yao clearly saw the drops of water sliding down his arms——she blinked, looked away, and her throat rolled unconsciously Next, so sexy.

There was a coolness in the arms, Yan Sui also felt it, and there was a feeling of falling on his face, he shook, shook the water out of his hands, and looked down at her sideways.

Wen Yao couldn't help being caught by his gaze, she hurriedly looked away, she cleared her throat, and asked him not so comfortable: "You, don't take off your watch, is it convenient for you to cook?"

I felt my throat was still uncomfortable, so I cleared it again.

A man's hand appeared in the field of vision.

Yan Sui motioned, "Help me."

Wen Yao understands what it means, and even has it handy.

Help him take off the watch.

There is still residual heat on it, holding it in her hand.

She stood beside her, "I didn't know before that you can cook."

"You don't know a lot."

"Tsk." Wen Yao was a little annoyed, "Don't you know how to be humble?"

Yan Sui: "What is modesty, can it be eaten?"

It's really not cooperative at all. You must know that she wanted to praise him just now, but she is not in the mood now.

"Hmph, prudish."

After speaking, people will leave.

She was brought back by Yan Sui with one hand hooked around her neck, pressed against her chest, and looked down at her, "Speak clearly, who is prudish?"

Wen Yao raised her head and looked at him, "Whoever answers is the one."

Yan Sui stared at her, and kissed her after a few seconds.

Wen Yao pushed him backhanded and was hugged tightly.

Yan Sui tasted the tongue wrapped around her, and suddenly let go of her.

His eyebrows were already furrowed, with a strange expression on his face, "Why are you so sour?"

Wen Yao pursed her lips and smiled, she ate several slices of lemon, can it not be sour?

"Lemon, doesn't it taste good?"

Yan Sui was silent, and then asked: "Have you got it?"

Wen Yao reacted for two seconds, "Who has it!"

Yan Sui used what she had said to block her, "Whoever answers is the one."

"...You strangle me to death, don't let go."

His arm was still on her neck, Wen Yao wanted to break free from him, but Yan Sui refused.

Hidden and caught.

Until there was a knock on the kitchen door.

The two stopped immediately and looked up.

Song Yicen leaned lazily by the door, with a smile on his lips, "Okay, flirting and flirting have to fill their stomachs before we talk about it. You are all watching, you really don't treat me as an outsider."

"..."

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