marital love

Wen Yao admired enough that Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian seemed to choke on flies, their faces turning green and red, and Shi Shiran went upstairs with a satisfied smile.

Back at the desk, Wen Yao took a sip from the water glass, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Guess what Yan Sui will do tonight.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally.

After thinking about it, Wen Yao clicked her tongue softly, only thinking that he was really elusive and unpredictable, and her behavior seemed to arouse his revenge. Recalling the indifferent figure of the man when he left the box, it seemed that he was a It's not a light offense.

After pondering for a while, Wen Yao put down the water glass, calmed down, and refocused on the resume.

...

In a high-end and luxurious bar in the city center, the light was blurry and drowsy. Song Yicen half leaned on the bar counter, talking to the bartender, while looking down at his phone from time to time.

The friend next to him came over to take a look, with a teasing smile on his face, his eyes fell on the phone page, he clinked glasses with him, and joked: "Why, sister-in-law Chagang is here?"

Song Yicen buckled the phone, snorted, and took out a cigarette, and raised his chin at the bartender: "Excuse me."

After Ignite took two deep breaths, he twitched the corners of his mouth cynically, "How could she, she didn't dare."

The man raised his eyebrows with deep meaning, and said in a serious manner: "I heard that my sister-in-law is very strict with you. You are not allowed to stay out at night or hang out in bars. It is said that there is also a gate control?"

Song Yicen glanced at him, dusted off the cigarette, "Where did the gossip come from, it's nonsense."

"That's right, Brother Cen doesn't look like a strict wife. By the way, when will you have time to bring your sister-in-law out to meet the big guys? They say you are a golden house, and you have been married for a year. I have never seen my sister-in-law."

Song Yicen lowered his eyes, with an indifferent face, staring at the lingering scarlet cigarette butts, and said softly, "Besides, she doesn't like to come to this kind of place to join in the fun."

The two spoke one word to another, and the door of the bar was pushed open after a while, and the man arrived late, engulfed in the cold air outside.

Seeing Yan Sui coming earlier, the person consciously gave up his seat and went to other places for recreation.

Song Yicen raised his eyelids and looked over, seeing Yan Sui's clothes tonight, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and when he got close, he said: "Didn't you say that you have an appointment with the Wen family tonight, so you just dressed like this?" ?”

Yan Sui, who was familiar with the road, waved and ordered wine, and sat beside him with a calm expression: "What's wrong."

Song Yicen shrugged, "How is it?"

"What is it."

As if going in circles.

Song Yicen smiled, then paused, he took advantage of the dim light in the bar to look at the man in front of him.

The brow bone is deep and clear, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are slightly pursed, and the eyes feel cool and thin. The contour lines seem to have been washed and carefully carved, without any sporadic blemishes, which makes people sigh the eccentricity of the creator.

Yan Sui took a sip of wine, his slender neck and clear Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were naturally drooped, he couldn't see inside, but he could feel the sharpness of his hidden edge.

He raised his eyes, and his very light gaze passed over him, "Have you seen enough?"

Song Yicen's lips widened, and he suddenly moved towards him.

Yan didn't move.

After two seconds, Song Yicen backed away again, and the two distanced themselves, playing with each other: "It seems that they get along well, and they both have a feminine smell."

Yan Sui paused, glanced at his chest, didn't notice this before, it was very faint, if he didn't take a deep sniff, he really couldn't smell it, and it had been so long, the place was still in a mess bar.

However, the Song family is famous for their fragrances. Song Yicen has been fascinated by it since he was a child, and he has also taken over the family business. He is very sensitive to the smell of all kinds of perfumes. It is not surprising that he can smell them.

"The top notes should be lemon and spearmint, the middle notes are mandala, and the base notes are cedar and white amber. If I remember correctly, it should be the Eternity classic series of M country. It is said that no man can resist the perfume. Encounter True love, that is, Zhannanxiang."

After finishing speaking, Song Yicen's eyes filled with curiosity, and he said meaningfully: "Huai Xu, tell me, are you going to fall in love?"

Yan Sui looked sideways at him.

After a moment of silence, he put down his wine glass, covered his collar with his slender fingers, subconsciously wanted to pull on his tie, but found nothing.

Song Yicen saw it in his eyes, and his smile continued: "Is it Miss Wen, or is it Miss Wen?"

"Are you free?"

The man asked indifferently.

Then he glanced at the watch on his wrist, checked the time, stood up, and brushed his shoulder, "It's getting late, I have to wait for Lin Anhe to invite you in person."

Song Yicen's face froze, he touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, then stood up, and said, "I really don't understand the style."

The two left the bar one after the other.

It's still raining outside.

Song Yicen stood still, looked at the rain screen and took out his mobile phone, with a slightly smug tone: "I can't drive after drinking, let my wife pick me up, how about you?"

Yan Sui copied the bag with one hand, looking far away.

Song Yicen looked over and saw a familiar black commercial vehicle with a driver waiting on it, and smiled knowingly, "That's fine, it's much better than being alone alone."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted Yan Sui on the shoulder, showing a look that didn't deserve to be beaten: "If you don't have someone to report to you when you get home, you can send me a message. By the way, I guess the Miss Wen you will meet tonight is Ms. The one who led you to open the room, after all, I smelled the fragrance on her body once."

Just at that private party.

Song Yicen would not admit his mistake.

After Yan followed into the car, he brushed his neckline. Most of them were smelled of alcohol, which was not easy to detect. What needed a deep sniff was the remaining faint scent of perfume.

He lowered the window to let in the cold wind.

As soon as you blow it, all the smells are gone.

……

Probably because of the sunny weather after the rain, in the early morning, a few wisps of morning light peeked out from the treetops, mottled on the ground from the window glass, reflecting a shallow circle of light.

Wen Yao had a good night's sleep, she turned her head to stare at the hazy atmosphere cast by the tulle curtains, fell asleep on the bed for a while, got up lazily after a while, and the soft quilt slid down, revealing her beautiful body in a nightdress shape.

Her skin was as white as glowing, with icy muscles and bones. She got out of the bed barefoot, stepped on the comfortable carpet, walked to the window, and opened the curtains, allowing the morning light to shine in even more unrestrainedly. With a shallow, sleepy face,
She went to wash up first, turned on the computer after she came out, checked her resume again with concentration, and after confirming that it was correct, she voted for several companies that had been screened before.

When they went downstairs, besides Wen Yumian and her daughter, Wen Xuemin was also there.

Wen Yao turned a blind eye and sat down to eat her own breakfast.

Perhaps it was because she heard her gossiping last night, Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian rarely found fault with her quietly.

An uneventful meal ended.

"Yoyao." Wen Xuemin called to stop Wen Yao who was about to leave.

Wen Yao turned around obediently, "Dad."

Wen Xuemin said: "Dad will make an appointment for you to meet Xiao Shen tonight, you should prepare well, don't lose face to our Wen family."

Wen Yao was in a pretty good mood, because his words shattered in an instant.

He let out a "huh" indifferently, turned around and left.

Wen Xuemin frowned unhappily, but he didn't reprimand him for anything, he just mentioned the location and box number, reminding her to go.

When Wen Yao was changing her clothes, she was thinking, at least when Wen Yumian had dinner with Yan's family, he also went with him.

Now it was her turn, according to what he said, she was the only one going alone, and Shen Zhuowei was a notorious playboy, so he, the father, could rest assured.

But it doesn't matter, she Wen Yao doesn't need hypocritical concern.

She made an appointment with Ye Zhi, packed up and went out.

Before leaving, she sprayed some Eternity perfume behind her ears and on her wrists. The liquid in the drop-shaped perfume bottle has almost bottomed out.

She knew Ye Zhi's home, so she took a taxi and sat there.

He found the place familiarly and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, no one stepped forward to open the door.

She wondered if Ye Zhi was still sleeping.

Looking at the time, 09:30 in the morning is not too early.

Pressed again.

When she was hesitating whether to call Ye Zhi directly, the door was suddenly pulled open from inside.

"Did you stay up late again, which female CEO is as good as you—"

Wen Yao suddenly shrank her pupils and fell silent for a moment.

Looking at the strong, bare chest with scratches in front of him, a stormy sea arose in his mind.

Subconsciously, she took two steps back and looked at the house number by the wall. It was right, it was Ye Zhi's house.

The one who can open the door is...

The man seemed to have just woken up, with disheveled hair, squinting his eyes and casually glanced at Wen Yao, and didn't care whether he was wearing clothes or not. Although he had no image, Wen Yao was still shocked by that handsome face. .

It was a face that was more delicate and dazzling than a woman's.

"Looking for Ye Zhi?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse: "She's still sleeping."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Wen Yao stood outside the door and hesitated.

The man tilted his head again, "If you don't come in, please close the door, thank you."

...which is pretty polite.

Wen Yao thought.

Watching his nose and nose, watching his heart, he walked in silently.

Then he watched helplessly as the man opened Ye Zhi's room and got in.

Wen Yao: "..."

She, it seems that she came at the wrong time?
But for a moment, there was a sharp scream in the room.

Wen Yao, who had just hit the sofa with her buttocks and hadn't sat still, was startled, straightened her waist quickly, and walked upstairs without thinking.

I don't want a woman with disheveled hair rushing down the stairs in a hurry, "Yo-yo!"

Undefended, Wen Yao was strangled firmly, and let out a muffled snort.

The woman hugged her and rubbed wildly: "Baby Yaoyao, I miss you so much, you finally came to me!"

Wen Yao held her breath, frowned slightly, pressed her fingers against the woman's shoulder restrainedly, and pushed it away, "Sister Zhi, you—"

Just after pulling away a little distance, he was suddenly bumped up again.

"Sister Zhi, can you?" Wen Yao was a little distressed, trying to discuss with her, "...don't hit me with your big waves, my chest hurts."

"..."

The room was silent, very eerie.

After a few seconds.

Ye Zhi let go of her mercilessly, raised her haughty chin towards her, folded her arms around her chest, "A fickle bad woman, it's been so long that she's willing to come and see me."