marital love

"thing?"

Wen Yao turned around slowly. Under the bright light, she had a half-smile on her face, and the corners of her lips were drawn very shallowly, making her look very puzzled.

"What, why can't I understand what Mr. Yan is talking about?"

Yan Sui raised his eyelids to look at her, his eyes were cold and indifferent, not as if he was asking questions, but as if he was saying something casually.

Or, to test her.

"It seems that Miss Wen is not only good at intimidation, but also good at pretending to be stupid."

This sentence made Wen Yao involuntarily think of what happened in the Pearl Restaurant before.

She was full of self-confidence, but unexpectedly, he took the lead and turned against the general, and made her extremely embarrassed.

It was not a pleasant memory. Wen Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, still with a smile on her lips, and responded calmly: "Mr. Yan is absurd, but like Mr. Yan who likes to slander people without any basis, Not advisable, I am an innocent girl, and I don't have too many negotiations with Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan must have wronged a good person for no reason."

Turning a corner and scolding him, saying that he has a red mouth and white teeth, talking nonsense.

"How do you know I have no evidence?"

The man not only has such a handsome face, but also has a good voice, which is particularly melodious and magnetic.

Wen Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she clenched her fingers almost subconsciously. She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous, so that her lower abdomen felt a little cramping and painful.

She stood there without moving, thinking quickly about the authenticity of his words.

There is indeed the same thing.

In the North Hall, he dropped the cigarette lighter.

It is still in her hands.

At this moment, she felt a bit regretful, she should have thrown that cigarette lighter into the trash can, instead of keeping it.

Now that he said this, who knows if it is true or not.

He walked towards her, leaning closer.

Even better, she can have a panoramic view of her beautiful scenery, the visual impact is strong, but the man still does not change his face, his eyebrows do not move.

Wen Yao smelled his scent, but couldn't tell what brand of men's perfume it was.

And the fragrance on her body unscrupulously radiated out, lingering on the tip of the man's nose, familiar, somewhat seductive, and was evaluated by Song Yicen as the scent of killing men, so the man lowered his eyelids, his eyes dimmed a little .

Wen Yao took a step back uncomfortably, the smile on her face faltered slightly, "I can hear very well, Mr. Yan can just say what he has to say, there is no need to walk so close—oh!"

The man raised his hand inadvertently, and his slender arms drove the black suit down like a shadow.

Wen Yao was flustered and dodged suddenly, not wanting to be caught off guard, grabbing his sleeves reflexively without standing still, and suddenly threw herself into his arms with her strength.

Hitting against his hard and warm chest, Wen Yao knocked on the button, the pain made the tip of her nose sore, and she let out a painful cry.

Without even thinking about it, she was about to rub her nose, but was suddenly caught by the man's wrist, staying in mid-air.

The big palm wrapped around her slender wrist with ease.

His faint and clear voice came from above his head: "I have seen a lot of women who threw themselves into my arms, Yan, and this is the first time I have seen someone as unreserved as Miss Wen."

The tip of Wen Yao's nose was sore and astringent, and tears were so numb that she was about to burst into tears. She was glad that her real nose hadn't been corrected, otherwise the collision would definitely disfigure her face.

After hearing his words, I just thought it was funny.

She admitted that he did have the capital to make people fall into his arms, but that didn't mean he could fascinate her.

She looked up at him facing the dazzling light in the corridor: "I'm also curious, what did Mr. Yan, who was so well-behaved, suddenly raised his hand, what did I, a weak woman, fall like this when I was frightened? Let me have a support point, so I won't fall so badly, but the consequences are indeed caused by Mr. Yan, how can you call such a thief who speaks so much?"

"thief?"

Yan Sui's dark eyes reflected her, "Generally speaking, only a person with a guilty conscience would be so calm. Is Miss Wen admitting what she did?"

He was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Wen Yao is not a fool, so he can naturally hear what he means.

Before he said that she owed her something and didn't pay her back, she denied it flatly, and now it was as if he had caught her pigtail.

Wen Yao moved her wrist with a half-smile.

The man clasped it tightly, but she couldn't break free, so she frowned.

"It's said that Mr. Yan is gentle and polite. It's extremely rude to hold a woman's wrist so casually."

"Everyone said it? Who said it."

The smile on Wen Yao's face fell completely.

Yan Sui saw her emotions clearly, and said calmly: "Miss Wen is a person with a criminal record. In order to prevent Yan from being threatened again, she had no choice but to make this move. I hope Miss Wen can understand."

Wen Yao clenched her teeth tightly, and coldly pulled the corners of her mouth.

She understands shit.

And previous convictions?The man was really cunning, let him finish everything, and portrayed himself as an innocent image, making her look like a scourge and a bully.

She gritted her teeth: "Mr. Yan, don't worry, since the Pearl Restaurant left, I haven't had the slightest thought of you anymore. If you don't believe me, I can swear to God, if I covet you again, I will be struck by lightning—" "

"Miss Wen." The man suddenly lowered his face, his pupils were extremely deep, and interrupted her coldly.

Let go of her, and throw it away with a ruthless force.

Wen Yao had already sprained her ankle, but was dragged by his strength, and slammed to the side.

The man stared at her expressionlessly, but his black eyes looked like a storm was coming, "I swear this naive way, Miss Wen can just lie to herself. As for why I raised my hand,"

He paused.

Wen Yao managed to stabilize the wall and stand still. Before she could react, a coat with residual warmth was thrown over her head suddenly. Her vision instantly became dark, and she could only smell the familiar aura infected by the heat. Crazy surges in her nostrils.

It seems to be very cured, and even the tip of the nose that was hit does not hurt much.

Then I heard the man's words fall down with a touch of coldness: "Miss Wen, as a mature woman, can't even tell her physical condition clearly."

Like being sarcastic.

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment.

As if sensing her thoughts, the pain in her abdomen came up again, and she was accompanied by the well-known surge below her body.

In the blink of an eye, she understood something, her face covered by the man's coat became extremely red with enthusiasm.

During her menstrual period, how could she forget about it.

During this period of time, her spirit was indeed too tense, and she gradually put this matter behind her.

So he did it just now to take off his coat?
Didn't he see... She was wearing a cheongsam!Still light green!

All of a sudden, Wen Yao felt his eyes go dark, as if he was in a steamer and was about to be cooked.

She pulled off her coat, not daring to look at him, knowing that her face was probably too shy to look at, her lower body stiffened and didn't move casually, and frantically tied Yan Sui's coat around her waist to cover it.

Then she stared at her toes, feeling extremely embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

She is now like a cat with its sharp claws retracted and become docile and soft.

The man glanced at her, but said nothing.

Just stood there for about half a minute.

Wen Yao swayed uncontrollably before hearing him say, "Are you still leaving?"

How could she walk? She sprained her ankle and it still hurts. The high heels she wore were inconvenient, and her body was not very comfortable.

He asked all the questions, but Wen Yao insisted on being polite and couldn't help but answer, "Leave right away, I'll call my friend."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone.

Under his intense and oppressive gaze, he called Ye Zhi.

The other party was probably playing, but no one answered.

Wen Yao: "...wait a moment, Mr. Yan, don't worry, I won't stay to block your eyes."

Call again.

Still no response.

Wen Yao was very anxious.

I feel that Sister Zhi is too unreliable, how can I not answer her call at such a critical moment!

However, the man was not in a hurry, he seemed very patient to see her riding a tiger.

It made Wen Yao feel like being watched as a zoo monkey.

Even more embarrassing.

After hanging up for the third time, she raised her head and smiled sweetly at him: "Mr. Yan, if you don't, go back to the box. My friend is temporarily unable to come because I have to wait, so I won't bother you."

No matter how bad it is, it is better to call the restaurant service to come and call her a taxi to take her back, than to continue to embarrass yourself here.

She put her hand on his suit jacket, which was made of hard and comfortable material, but still kept a thin layer of warmth, and she felt a little nervous in her heart.

She was a little confused about his thoughts and intentions.

Yan Sui looked at her.

Not only her cheeks are red, but the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes are also red. She looks a little aggrieved, as if she has been abandoned by someone. She is very innocent, but attractive. What kind of style is it.

The man's eyes were as cold as water, and he watched her silently for several seconds, "Miss Wen said, are you on a blind date? How about asking your blind date to help you."

It's an understatement like a kind suggestion.

Wen Yao thought of Shen Zhuowei who had not been seen so far, a brief sarcasm flashed in her eyes, and she restrained her very well in an instant.

She was neither humble nor overbearing, and she did not hide from him the fact that she was released as a pigeon: "Mr. Yan doesn't know, my blind date is not as trustworthy as you are. He probably was seduced by a lonely ghost on the way. When I arrived... Haven't seen anyone yet."

"Really, what a pity."

A word that is neither salty nor light.

Can't even hear what it means.

Wen Yao didn't bother to speculate, she was ashamed in front of him again today, she almost lost her face.

"Since that's the case, since you can't help throwing yourself into your arms several times, Yan can reluctantly give you a ride."

It sounds like you're swearing.

but--

He approached again, his clear and handsome face was still cold, his voice was indifferent, and his words were concise: "Do you want to carry it or hug it."

...

Wen Yao:?