marital love

What is the thing on the ground.

Both of them looked familiar.

A black cigarette lighter.

Wen Yao felt ashamed and indignant for a moment, but also too guilty.

Like being stripped naked and thrown on the street.

Once again, I regret not throwing this thing into the trash can. Sure enough, a woman's heart is soft and bad.

Being caught right now is simply retribution.

She squeezed her fingers to make herself stand more straight, and they brushed her earlobe inadvertently.

She kept calm, "It's funny, do I need to explain something to Mr. Yan?"

She didn't forget the unhappiness between the two of them just now, and now Yan Sui's questioning made her extremely disgusted.

Yan Sui's gaze followed her hand, swept over her red ears, and his eyes darkened slightly.

He leaned forward to pick up the cigarette lighter.

Wen Yao's eyelids twitched, she absolutely couldn't let him get it, and jumped over without even thinking about it.

— After all, it was still a step too late.

The man's slender hands were nimbly and neatly playing with the cigarette lighter on his fingertips.

It flipped over and fell into his palm.

Wen Yao's heart sank, she blinked, endured the pain, her eyes were full of water, stared at Yan Sui stubbornly, and said with a serious look: "What is Mr. Yan doing, how can you just touch other people's things casually?" .”

Yan Sui thought about the cigarette lighter in his hand, and raised his eyelids slightly, as if he had made a precise prediction before hunting: "Your?"

Wen Yao restrained and nodded: "Of course it's mine."

The man sneered, "I've never heard that Miss Wen still has the habit of smoking."

She pursed her lips, stared at the cigarette lighter flying wantonly in his palm, and held her breath, "My boyfriend's."

He raised his eyebrows, as if surprised: "Miss Wen has a boyfriend and still goes to have a room with me. Why, do you like to pursue excitement?"

He almost pointed at her nose and scolded her for being shameless.

Wen Yao's heart froze, suppressing the rising emotions, she gritted her teeth: "Ex-boyfriend."

Yan Sui didn't speak.

After a few seconds, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would not continue to pursue the interrogation.

But he heard the man's low and deep voice: "May I ask, what's the last name of Miss Wen's ex-boyfriend?"

Wen Yao raised the alarm in his heart, "Is Mr. Yan asking too much, it has nothing to do with you."

"You just need to answer the last name."

His words suddenly cooled down, with a strong force.

The gaze that looked at her was also particularly oppressive and awe-inspiring.

Wen Yao's heart was in a mess, and she had no choice but to calm herself down. The pain in her feet and stomach made her uncomfortable, and she had to accept his persecution, so her forehead couldn't help twitching.

Irritable and impatient, he randomly pulled out an answer: "My surname is Wang. Is that all right, Mr. Yan, please return the things to me."

Yan Sui was indifferent.

Lifting the bottom of the cigarette lighter, he caressed it with his fingertips casually, "Wang, why do the English letters here have nothing to do with Wang's surname?"

Wen Yao was in a daze for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses, "So what, Mr. Yan is too lenient."

He glanced at her, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, "YAN?"

How did Wen Yao know that there was an engraving on the bottom of the cigarette lighter, which was still his surname, and his brain was running fast, and he said decisively: "Yan! His name is Wang Yan, and this is just the abbreviation of his name. Now, Mr. Yan can return the things to you." Me?"

The hand followed suit, palm facing up.

Yan Sui took a steady look at her.

Seeing Wen Yao almost terrified.

The underground parking lot was already shady and cool. She was wearing a cheongsam, but now she was so cold that goose bumps appeared on her exposed skin.

Just when she couldn't help but admit directly that it was his, Yan Sui suddenly restrained her sharpness and took a step forward.

The cigarette lighter with some residual heat fell into Wen Yao's hands.

The skin touched, touched the man's temperature, and left quickly.

Cigarette lighters are a bit heavy.

Wen Yao was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe.

"It seems that Ms. Wen has a deep affection for your ex-boyfriend. She can't forget his personal items until now. Miss Wen remembers to keep such a precious thing properly and don't drop it again."

There are many lies.

Compared with Yan Suilai, Wen Yao has a man's experience and age, so she is naturally more immature, unable to be calm and composed, so she has to be ashamed, swallow her anger, and twitch her mouth lightly: "Naturally."

The fire in her heart has been getting higher and higher, she still cherishes it and is careful, she will be thrown into the garbage dump when she turns around, never to be seen again!

"Chirp—"

The sound of the car door being unlocked suddenly sounded, and Wen Yao trembled, shivering with fright.

Looking up, Yan Sui opened the car door, stood beside her, looked at her coldly, "Miss Wen won't come over, are you still waiting for me to hug her?"

Who wants you to hug!

Wen Yao slandered her, but she was surprised at his change. The man who was planning to leave her just now, has changed his mind now?

Intellectually, Wen Yao didn't want to get in his car.

In reality, she obediently walked over slowly.

Bend down and get into the car.

"Miss Wen seems to have done a lot of bad things for being so careless."

After a pause, Wen Yao subconsciously wanted to refute, and accidentally kicked her sprained foot. The pain caused her face to contort instantly, her teeth grinned, and she couldn't say anything.

Yan Sui led the car door for her, and commented lightly: "Blue face and fangs."

Wen Yao: "..."

ill!

Wen Yao held back her anger and didn't speak the whole way.

The air pressure in the cabin is a little low.

It wasn't until she passed the familiar route that she said anxiously: "Mr. Yan, did you drive by mistake? The Wen family is not on this road."

Yan Suiyun glanced at her lightly and said nothing.

Not knowing what he was planning, Wen Yao felt that he had gotten into a stolen car, and couldn't help but stop: "Mr. Yan, please stop, I want to get out of the car!"

He didn't respond.

Wen Yao repeated it twice, her face turned cold, "I said I want to get out of the car."

"What's the matter?"

The man finally spoke up.

"If you make trouble again, throw you down."

Wen Yao couldn't ask for more.

The car was still running normally, and she didn't dare to make a mistake. She squeezed the center of her brows in boredom, and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

After a while, I heard him say, "Hospital."

Wen Yao smiled coldly and ignored him.

Ask him to pretend to be kind.

After arriving at the hospital, Wen Yao's ankle was already highly swollen. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that she saw it, her eyes were sore. When the doctor pinched and tested her, she couldn't help but shed tears.

I went to take a picture, no fracture, just a slight sprain, at least I have to hop on one foot for about a week, and I can't wear high heels.

Yan Sui sent her to the hospital and left.

Wen Yao muttered and scolded him, and when he was wronged and complained to his heart's content, a familiar voice came from above his head: "What are you mumbling about?"

Wen Yao froze, and was caught chewing his tongue, "You didn't leave."

The man didn't answer, and threw the things to her directly, "Change it yourself."

Wen Yao lowered her eyes and looked through. There were skirts, women's personal items, and a pair of flat shoes.

She changed it silently, and found that the size of the skirt and panties was just right, even the shoes.

The mood is a bit complicated.

When she came out, she saw Yan Sui in the corridor, she limped over, and for some reason couldn't hold back a sour sentence: "Mr. Yan really knows a lot."

Yan lightly brushed past her from the corner of his eye, and ignored her.