marital love

Chapter 34

What does she mean.

We all know it well.

Apparently it was about her "marriage proposal".

Yan Sui said that she was delusional.

Say no.

Isn't she allowed to find another way out? Funny.

Yan Sui's gaze sank slightly, he turned the steering wheel without changing his expression, and drove the car to a place where he could stop temporarily.

After Wen Yao finished speaking, he didn't respond at all.

Wen Yao looked around the stranger, a little unsure of what he meant.

He involuntarily tensed his back slightly.

"Mr. Yan, what do you mean?"

He still didn't speak or look at her.

His fingertips were resting on the steering wheel, tapping once and for all.

There is a feeling of being late, which is unavoidably frightening.

Wen Yao thought that there was nothing wrong with what she said, and logically speaking, it should not annoy him, but she didn't understand what he meant.

I had no choice but to speak again, "If you don't want to take me back to the hotel, I won't make things difficult for you, so I'll just get off here."

Then he went to push and pull the car door.

There was a sound in the car.

Wen Yao turned around to look, and saw that Yan Suizheng was withdrawing his hand, and carelessly rolled up a piece of his cuff.

The doors are locked.

Immediately afterwards, the lights of the car were all extinguished under the control.

The range of vision suddenly became a little dim.

Quiet.

Then Yan Sui maintained his original posture, motionless and silent.

Wen Yao couldn't help breathing tightly, her chest seemed to be suppressed, she looked at his face, it was illuminated by the neon lights outside, faintly.

There seemed to be subtle undercurrents and dangers surging in the carriage.

If Wen Yao faced Wen Yumian - she would definitely have the upper hand, she would have an extra advantage, she would be able to calmly watch the other party jump around and be irritable, and she would also be stable on Mount Tai.

However, if this person is Yan Sui, she doesn't know how much chance she has to win, but she can't help but wait with bated breath, hiding in the dark to see his reaction.

He moved suddenly.

Wen Yao's eyelids trembled, and then he felt a touch of warmth fall.

She trembled all over, before she could refuse, because Yan Sui grabbed her wrist suddenly and tugged.

She suddenly lost her balance and jumped towards him uncontrollably.

Wen Yao subconsciously supported the center console, and pressed it indiscriminately, making her palms numb, as if she had touched some switch, and there was a whirring sound in the car.

However, Yan Sui's other hand also chased after her, pinching her chin in an uncompromising manner, and lifting her slightly.

The man leaned closer, his dark pupils constricting her, "You want to marry me that much."

Wen Yao's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she understood the meaning of his words.

Her heart was beating fast, but she suddenly pulled her lips into a smile, "Why, I don't want to marry a long time ago."

"Is it."

Wen Yao's gaze paused for a while on his face, and she said softly, "Of course, I'm still young, and I have resources and capital, so why should I get involved with a middle-aged man in his thirties."

She increased the volume of the word "middle-aged man".

Almost word for word, clearly.

"Middle-aged." The man laughed, tightening his grip on her chin.

"Miss Wen's mouth is eloquent, but people don't look very smart. A man stands at thirty, and no one knows that he is in his prime. However, Miss Wen has always been short-sighted, and Yan can understand."

After a pause of half a second, he continued in a deep voice, "You think I'm thirty, but you are generous to that 33-year-old Mr. Zongzheng who is about to turn four."

Flattered.

hit it off.

pleasure.

Ah.

I have already seen her ability to talk nonsense when seeing people, and now she is so proficient that she doesn't know what to say.

Wen Yao's face turned red from being teased by him, she endured it, and she smiled.

She smiled alluringly and flatteringly.

With a delicate and soft voice, "Isn't it just short-sighted, short-sighted, or else I can fall in love with you? No, that's why I changed my target, and it just happened to follow Mr. Yan's wishes."

"I mean, what do you mean?"

Wen Yao knew clearly that what she said just now had annoyed the man in front of her.

Most men and women are more sensitive and taboo about the issue of age.

The strength of holding her chin now is not light, which makes her feel a little painful.

And his gaze is extremely aggressive.

Suddenly, strands of heat were stirring on his back.

Wen Yao felt it for two seconds before realizing that she had turned on the air conditioner.

And it's still hot.

I don't know how many degrees it was turned on, but she felt hot after a long time.

Wen Yao calmed down, pretended not to understand, and blinked blankly, "Whatever Mr. Yan says, anyway, no matter how sharp my teeth are, I'm still far behind Mr. Yan."

She draws close to him.

Warm breath lingers and intertwines.

The air in the compartment seemed to have become viscous, making her a little out of breath.

More heat gushes out, and the temperature rises, constantly filling every corner.

"Exit."

Yan Sui let out a cold snort from his nose, "It's not too stupid to be self-aware."

Wen Yao clenched her teeth suddenly, and a little sweat broke out from her palms.

I think this man really hit the snake with the stick, and he climbed very happily.

She felt hot even in a skirt.

The man in front of him was wearing a long coat, trousers, suit and leather shoes, his collar was tightly buttoned, and he didn't feel any influence.

Wen Yao brushed his hand away impatiently, and complained delicately: "It's hurting him, it's really unlucky for any woman to marry a man like Mr. Yan who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade."

Yan Sui looked at her with a half-smile.

Abnormally did not answer the call.

Just stare at her.

Wen Yao was extremely uncomfortable being watched by him, she turned her head to look out the window, and closed her mouth.

It was so hot that he couldn't ignore the scorching gaze behind him.

She pushed down the car window to let the wind blow in, but it was still hot.

Can't help being irritable: "Go or not, if you don't go, open the door and let me get out of the car."

She said coquettishly, "It's so hot."

Yan Sui raised his hand to turn off the air conditioner.

The car hit the road again.

Wen Yao is quite stingy and serious, but he is also very reflective.

After her boredom subsided, she remembered that she was eliminated in the interview, turned her head and stared at him closely, and vowed to ask what was good or bad.

"During the interview, why did Mr. Yan reject me on the spot?"

She waits.

He restrained his aggressive aura just now, and became unfriendly to strangers again.

Wen Yao was a little discouraged, just when she thought he would not answer, the man suddenly said: "Investment banking is not suitable for you."

Wen Yao felt it was ridiculous, and felt sad, "If you say it's not suitable, then it's not suitable, why are you so arbitrary."

He stopped talking again.

After a few seconds, he said, "You are a woman."

Wen Yao aggrieved, gender discrimination in the workplace?

She didn't believe it, so she couldn't help asking: "What about Nan Xu, she is also a woman."

"Compare yourself to her." The light and fluffy words were mixed with a bit of disdain.

"Why can't I compare? I'm not as good as her."

Wen Yao believes that at Nan Xu's age, her achievements are not necessarily worse than hers.

She stared closely at him.

If his next sentence is similar to the kind of "Nowhere fits" and "Nowhere is inferior" that was rejected in the previous interview.

She probably couldn't help but want to take off her high heels and smash them on his forehead.

The cabin is quiet.

The man is silent.

With a cold face, he stared straight at the road ahead, his cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a short forearm, and the hand holding the steering wheel exerted force, exposing the bones and veins, but it was extremely clear and beautiful.

Wen Yao waited for his answer.

Staring at him for a moment.

After a while, the vehicle stopped slowly at the red light.

The man said slowly: "You are not comparable to her."

Wen Yao thought it was a coincidence.

She thought that he was not comparable to Zong Zhengqing.

Right now, Yan Sui called back with a single sentence.

Is this a retribution?

Wen Yao pursed her lips, turned her head to look out the window again, and ended the topic without authorization.

She didn't find it pleasant.

It's annoying to hear.

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