marital love

Wen Yao slipped out of the kitchen as if her butt was on fire.

Looking up and seeing Lin Anhe, he calmed down for a moment and stepped forward, "I was looking for you just now."

Lin Anhe avoided her gaze, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly, "I went to the bathroom."

She asked, "Do you still like the gifts around?"

Wen Yao's gaze stayed on her for two more seconds, and when she moved away, she accidentally caught a glimpse of her flushed neck, as if she had been bitten.

It's not an innocent little girl anymore, Wen Yao naturally knew what it was, and when she thought of what Yan Sui said to her before, she felt a little embarrassed.

"I like it. If it's convenient for you, you can give me a copy." After a pause, Wen Yao said: "Do you have to participate in some activities or meet certain conditions to get this kind of thing? Cheap."

Lin Anhe: "It's okay."

Only two simple words should be answered.

Wen Yao blinked.

Lin Anhe took out his mobile phone, "Song Yicen told me everything, don't worry about the birthday party, let's add a friend?"

She looked up.

Wen Yao was slightly taken aback.

It was found that Lin Anhe's eyes were actually a little cold, but they were covered by makeup and became gentle.

Wen Yao smiled, and agreed, "Yes."

After adding friends, Lin Anhe proposed to take her to other places.

"They will be busy for a while, and there is nothing interesting in the living room. Would you like to visit my greenhouse or Song Yicen's perfume room?"

Wen Yao couldn't wish more, if she were to sit face to face with Lin Anhe for half an hour, it would probably be like sitting on pins and needles.

"I can do it."

Lin Anhe thought for a while, "Then let's go to the fragrance room first. It's close. After reading it, you can also go to the greenhouse. If you want to play, there is a bowling alley inside."

Wen Yaoke did as he pleased, "Okay."

Since Song Yicen returned to the kitchen, he has been leaning against the wall, frowning thoughtfully, flipping the phone in his hand, looking nonchalant.

Yan Sui looked back at him twice, but he didn't notice.

"Are you still eating tonight? Are you here to help, or are you going to stand there like a flower shelf and get moldy?"

Song Yicen raised his eyes.

Putting the mobile phone in the pocket, he walked up to him without haste, and stood beside him, "Eat, why don't you eat, Mr. Yan cooks for himself, it's rare to see him."

He looked at it, not knowing what to do, so he casually picked up a handful of shallots next to it, and stroked it with his slender fingers.

Yan Sui looked at him and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Don't worry about it, if you have nothing to do, just wash the chestnuts and cut open with a knife."

Song Yicen wondered: "What, who eats chestnuts?"

Yan Sui snatched the innocent shallot from his hand, "Who cares, just go if you are told."

Song Yicen curled his lips, his heart cleared.

Who else but Wen Yao.

"Tell me, if you share some of the tenderness and delicacy towards Wen Yao with me, I will call you brother honestly."

Song Yicen found chestnuts and packed them in several bags, "How much do you want?"

Yan Sui looked over, "Just that small bag."

Song Yicen did as he did, and poured it into the pool after unpacking.

No one spoke, and there was a moment of silence in the kitchen.

After putting away the water, Song Yicen picked up a few chestnuts and washed them in his hands, then suddenly said, "The old man just made a phone call."

"Ah."

Yan Sui's tone was flat, obviously not particularly concerned.

Song Yicen didn't mind either, and continued, "It's giving birth, and my ears are getting calloused."

He propped his elbows on the edge of the vegetable sink, then changed his posture and stood up straight, throwing the cleaned chestnuts into the fruit and vegetable basket next to him.

"Lin Anhe's career has only just started in the past two years. She travels all over the world for a year. She doesn't spend as much time at home as I do. Let me tell her now, don't make a movie and give birth first. Is it possible?"

Yan Sui: "Impossible."

"..."

Song Yicen paused slightly, a little annoyed by his directness, but this was the truth, so he became even more depressed.

"You can see it. I quarreled with her again last night. This woman's temper is getting bigger and bigger. She almost got into a fight."

Fortunately, he never did anything to women.

Yan Sui turned his head to watch him work, his mood was flat, "It's obvious."

And urged: "Hurry up."

Song Yicen almost smashed the chestnut in his hand to his face.

"Are you still my friend?"

Yan Sui didn't get used to him, and said bluntly: "You are annoying now, I reminded you before, put away your prejudice against her, and let you treat her better, have you listened to my words?"

Song Yicen pursed his lips and remained silent, with a calm face.

The movements of the hands slowed down.

Yan Sui took the work in his hands over, and said flatly, "I knew why I had to do it today."

Song Yicen was outraged by him, and suddenly sneered, "You know so well, why don't you just become a friend of women."

Yan Sui nodded slightly, and glanced at him casually, "Isn't this?"

Song Yicen: "..."

He gritted his teeth expressionlessly, "I'm not in a hurry anyway, so I just urge you, but I don't know if you will be in a hurry."

"What do you mean?"

Song Yicen said: "Your old man is probably still thinking about you killing first and playing later. After Second Master Yan's birthday this time, the matter between you and Wen Yao will definitely be put on the agenda. By then, I will not be the one who is anxious."

There was always some schadenfreude in that tone, especially.

"Oh." Yan Sui said slowly without being threatened, "I'm not in a hurry, Wen Yao can give birth whenever she wants."

Song Yicen moved his lips, wanting to curse.

But after all, the two have been friends for many years. After a moment of silence, Yan Sui reminded him: "I know that you are reluctant to get married, but she is also a victim. At least you can't blame her, no matter how much Lin Anhe has. Time has passed, how much do you think she will miss you?"

At this point, he paused, gave Song Yicen a few seconds to think, and then said immediately: "If you have no idea about her, what will you marry her for? Trying to confuse others under the pretext of deceiving yourself."

Song Yicen didn't care too much: "Look at her poorly."

Yan Sui just smiled and said nothing.

It is not unreasonable to say that most of the authorities are confused by the onlookers when it comes to feelings.

When he didn't speak, Song Yicen felt a little uncomfortable, and smoothed things out with his own words, saying: "Think about it, in her situation at that time, she was always overwhelmed by her sister when she was a child, and she ran away from home to sever ties. Entering the entertainment industry, I didn't find out anything, and I offended many people. You were framed and slandered innocent. You don't know that her father almost beat her to death. Although I was forced, I was a Man, if you don't stand up and support her, you are really afraid that she will commit suicide by jumping off a building."

Yan Sui seemed to agree, "Well, you are a good person."

Song Yicen was speechless, "Is that how you issued the good person card?"

Yan Sui's expression was as usual: "Then what do you want me to say, you have already finished talking, and I still need to add more things to the snake?"

Song Yicen disliked it, "Then shut up."

He took a knife and carved crosses on chestnuts one by one, "What's the use of telling the truth in front of me, go tell Wen Yao, how long are you going to hide her memory loss?"

Yan Sui corrected: "It's not me who is hiding it, it's her who is hiding it."

"Really." Song Yicen laughed immediately, "Then tell me, why did she hide it from you? Isn't it because she doesn't have deep feelings for you?"

He corrected again: "It is hidden from everyone."

"Doesn't it include you too." Just now Song Yicen was devastated, but now he seized the opportunity with great difficulty and didn't want to let it go. Those who admit to death have to cross-examine them clearly, watching Yan Sui joke.

But obviously, Yan Sui is much more sober than him. He has really thought about this issue, even speculated and figured it out according to Wen Yao's temperament, and finally came to the conclusion that she should only be in a state of self-protection.

After all, no one will show their handles or weaknesses, and give others a chance to hurt and sting.

Especially from her point of view, facing Jiang Shuliu's mother and daughter staring at her like a tiger, it is even more impossible to bring her amnesia to the surface.

Yan Sui said frankly: "Since I already know it, it doesn't make any difference whether she says it or not."

Song Yicen: "..."

It made sense, but why did he feel that something was wrong.

...

Wen Yao followed Lin Anhe to visit the fragrance room first, did not go in, but stood outside the glass door and looked in, and could smell faint fragrance all around, couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled good.

A password was set on the door, but Lin Anhe didn't know it, and said apologetically, "I don't usually come here, so I thought the door was open."

With just one sentence, Wen Yao can hear the plastic couple's love between close relatives and distant ones.

She smiled and said understandingly: "It's okay, this is a place for work after all, it's better to be more rigorous, go to your greenhouse, I haven't seen what a greenhouse looks like before."

The most I have seen is a sea of ​​flowers, and there are patches of roses planted around the small western-style building behind Huainan Bay.

Lin Anhe said: "It's just a small wooden house. I usually don't have any hobbies. I just like to toss some flowers and plants. If you don't have any allergic symptoms to flowers, you can go and have a look."

It was only when Wen Yao arrived at the place that he realized that this was not as simple as the "log cabin" that Lin Anhe talked about.

The whole is a partial glass structure, and the wooden board layer is used as the outer or top decoration. It is brightly lit at night, and it is unique in the shadowy night scene.

The inside is separated by a corridor, and various flowers and green plants are cultivated on both sides.

Although Wen Yao doesn't know much about flowers, she does know some.

At a glance, it includes flowers of the four seasons, such as carnation, clivia, ditang, tuberose and freesia.

Foliage flowers such as Chlorophytum and Coleus; vines such as wisteria and rose green dill, as well as some succulent cacti, are dazzling.

Wen Yao couldn't recognize it completely, but she couldn't help but exclaim when she saw it, "This is too much."

Lin Anhe picked up the watering can on the flower stand, and watered some tall trees, "It's a little old, and many of them were already growing before I moved here."

She pointed to the pot of Evergreen in front of Wen Yao, "I've been raising this one for almost three years."

Turning to another place, "Yushu is longer, I have been raising it since I graduated from high school."

Wen Yao looked around and praised sincerely: "You are amazing, you are so patient."

Lin Anhe smiled softly, "I used to have more time, but because I was too busy with work, I rarely had time to take care of it."

Wen Yao was a little surprised to see that there were still many dried flower specimens hanging on the counter on the wall, "Did you do all of these?"

Lin Anhe put down the kettle and walked over, "Well, I will play with it when I have nothing to do."

The dried flower specimens are all packed in various exquisite photo frames, as well as the finishing touches of the drawings, which are handmade and look particularly beautiful.

To the extent that Wen Yao would be envious after seeing it.

She touched the smooth mirror surface of the photo frame, she was attracted by a touch of purple out of the corner of her eye, and stretched out her hand involuntarily.

"This flower..."

Lin Anhe looked over and explained, "This is an iris."

Wen Yao stared intently, feeling familiar, so she took a few more glances.

When she and Lin Anhe left the conservatory and walked back, it was only on the way that she recalled that the tattoo on Yan Sui's waist and abdomen seemed somewhat similar.

After returning, I happened to meet Yan Sui coming out with some food, "I'm back, and I'm about to call you guys."

Wen Yao's eyes fell on him involuntarily, looking at the apron around his waist, she moved the corners of her lips slightly.

Kind of like laughing.

She is quite a good family woman and man, and she looks quite virtuous.

She looked at the dining table, raised her brows uncontrollably, "You did all this?"

"Of course." Before Yan Sui could speak, Song Yicen came out of the kitchen and answered the question first.

Then he took the time to tease: "Do you think that A Xu is particularly virtuous? Look at this skill, there are not many men like A Xu now, you have to watch carefully."

For a moment, Wen Yao couldn't tell whether he was teasing or belittling himself.

After all, he pulled his lips and smiled, "You are right."

Yan Sui went into the kitchen and took off his apron, washed his hands and came out again.

Hearing Song Yicen still say to Wen Yao: "Look at this chestnut roast chicken, A Xu knew you liked it, and asked me to wash the chestnuts for him. If he had to peel them, he would urge you to slow down. I've never seen him so impatient. of."

Wen Yao was at a loss, when did she tell Yan Sui that she liked to eat chestnut roast chicken?
But she remembered the chat history with Yan Sui before, and mentioned to him that the chestnut roast chicken in the company cafeteria was pretty good.

So this aroused the so-called man's desire to win?
——Facts also proved that Wen Yao was right.

Yan Sui came to her and looked down at her, "Have you washed your hands?"

"No."

He carried the man, "Go wash your hands first and come out to eat, aren't you already hungry?"

Wen Yao obediently washed her hands and was arranged to sit beside him.

Speaking of which, Yan Sui probably still has some talent in cooking, at least he looks good and smells good.

Sour, spicy, sweet, steamed, braised, and stewed, he has prepared dishes.

She first tasted the pumpkin sweet soup, which has red dates and lotus seeds, which has a strong aroma.

Yan Sui asked beside him, "How does it taste?"

Wen Yao's eyes lit up, his expression was satisfied and surprised, and he praised without hesitation: "It's delicious, sweet."

Yan Sui put a spoonful of chestnut roast chicken in her bowl, stared at her, "Try this."

Wen Yao picked up the chopsticks and poked the chicken. The aroma was already blowing on her face, and it was a little hot. She blew on it, and then fed it into her mouth.

...Well, the chicken is not firewood, it is fresh and smooth with a faint sweetness of chestnut, kneaded together with the thick sauce, if she is asked to rate it, she is willing to give it a score of [-] out of [-].

Afraid of making Yan Sui proud.

"How?" The question followed.

Wen Yao nodded, "Not bad."

"Just good?"

Wen Yao couldn't help but pursed her lips, still wanting to eat, "Yes, it's not bad."

"laugh."

There was a sneer from the other side.

Yan Suiliang looked over.

Song Yicen was not afraid of him, and looked back, with provocation and teasing written brightly in his eyes.

Wen Yao also heard it, but she continued to eat without changing her face.

Well, chestnuts are also good.

Yan Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked away, looked at Wen Yao, and asked casually, "Compared with what you ate before, which one is better?"

coming.

Wen Yao knew that her intuition was right.

"Before?" She pretended not to understand, looking a little confused.

Yan Sui reminded her: "In the company."

Wen Yao suddenly realized: "Oh, you said that."

"Ah."

The male voice was low, waiting for her answer.

Then Wen Yao answered irrelevant questions and told him: "This spicy stir-fried clam is quite delicious."

Yan Sui: "..."

This time, not only Song Yicen, but even Lin Anhe couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

Song Yi Cen casually poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and turned his eyes back and forth to Yan Sui and Wen Yao, with a smile on his lips, his expression was so comfortable.

The so-called one thing down one thing.

Isn't that what it is.