marital love

Wen Yao went to the bathroom and always felt an inexplicable sticky feeling on her arms.

If it wasn't for the fact that the so-called Uncle Gu knew her mother, embarrassing Jiang Shuliu and Wen Xuemin on the spot, and not caring about their face, otherwise she would not have anything to do with Gu Xun.

Jiang Shuliu also wanted her to marry Gu Xun, it was just a dream.

She was in the bathroom for a long time.

When leaving, I walked through the promenade, near the open-air balcony, and saw two intimate figures cast on the ground.

She stopped abruptly, and when she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly heard a soft female voice, with a lingering meaning.

"...I called you several times before, but you didn't answer, and I was still worried about you."

"Busy, didn't pay attention."

The man's voice sounded a bit perfunctory.

His gaze shifted slightly, and suddenly he glanced at the reflection next to him.

He stared intently for two seconds.

The woman obviously understood too. After being silent for two seconds, she spoke again, with faint grievance and sadness mixed in her words.

"If you think I'm disturbing you, you can tell me that I won't disturb you..."

The woman's voice is especially familiar, even if it is deliberately soft, Wen Yao can tell it without thinking too much.

As for the male voice, you don't need to listen to it specially. You can tell who it is from the tone of their speech.

Wen Yumian and Yan Sui.

Wen Yao was not that interested in listening to it, and it wasn't the only way to enter the banquet hall from here. There was also a long corridor next to it, which was connected together, but it took a little detour.

But then she thought about Jiang Shuliu's calculations, and she was disgusted by Gu Xun, so she stood there calmly, and even listened happily to the corner with the mood of watching a play.

"Then are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to a meal."

"No."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"nor."

"...If you are free anytime, remember to tell me, I want to talk to you—"

"Isn't Miss Wen busy with her studies?"

The man suddenly said a word, interrupting her.

Wen Yumian was taken aback for a moment, her face flushed suddenly, she looked up at the handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in front of her.

The next words seemed to be stuck in her throat, and shame slowly crept up her face.

She opened her mouth and stammered, "I'm not very busy..."

Yan Suike said politely: "I heard that Ms. Wen is still in her busy graduation period. I think it's inconvenient to disturb me. Let's talk about the meal later."

Wen Yao couldn't help laughing while listening behind, but didn't laugh out loud.

She felt that Yan Sui's ability to pull a thousand catties was simply perfect.

No matter how much Wen Yumian cares about or invites you, he can remain indifferent, even ruthless.

Wen Yumian is like a small flower in a greenhouse, and Yan Sui is like a storm outside, how could she withstand it.

Wen Yao casually thought too deeply, and when she came back to her senses, she heard Yan Suizai saying that he had something to do first.

Naturally, Wen Yumian would not say anything to stop her.

Soft-spoken: "Okay, if you are free, please contact me."

A man's steady footsteps sounded, and Wen Yao walked back subconsciously, her panicked back seemed to be running away.

Yan Sui glanced down at the ground, and that slim figure had long since disappeared.

Wen Yao walked with her head down, her pace hurried, she was so focused on running that she didn't pay attention to the road ahead.

His forehead slammed into a thick "wall" with warmth, and a thick shadow was suddenly cast in front of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She put her hand on her head and rubbed it.

Looking up, his movements suddenly froze in mid-air, his eyes widened suddenly, guilt and shock flashed through his pupils quickly.

Yan Sui's dark and quiet eyes caught her momentarily, and his eyes met, not missing her panic.

Wen Yao was startled, turned around and left without even thinking about it.

A hand blocked her way.

Turning around suddenly, he was caught off guard and rushed into the man's chest.

Wen Yao's heart beat violently.

Then the man's words fell from the top of his head lightly.

"Miss Wen, why are you running?"

Yan Sui looked at the slightly crimson face in front of him because of guilt and nervousness.

It's not really a question, it's just a calm statement of a fact.

Wen Yao's eyelids twitched.

Try to get yourself out of his arms.

His wrist was easily imprisoned in his palm, without giving her a chance to break free.

She smiled, "Why can't I understand what Mr. Yan is talking about?"

Her mind turned quickly, and she guessed that he probably came from another way.

I thought I could escape, but I didn't expect to meet on a narrow road.

Yan Sui also smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Playing stupid?"

She blinked her eyes innocently, "Do I have any?"

Yan Sui collected his expression, even though he didn't show any expression, under those cold and sharp eyebrows, there was still a strong sense of oppression, especially when You Qi was staring closely at Wen Yao.

It almost made her feel breathless.

"Don't you?" The topic was thrown back again.

There were no emotional fluctuations in his words, and his voice was neither light nor heavy, but it carried a self-evident strength.

Today Wen Yao's high heels are quite high, but standing in front of Yan Sui, she is still nearly half a head shorter than him.

With her palm-sized face up, she faced the light of the corridor, trying to be sincere, sincere and unaffected, and said in an unhurried tone, "I really don't know what Mr. Yan's words mean. Da, I didn't expect to meet Mr. Yan, and I was very pleasantly surprised."

Yan Sui didn't go around so many circles with her, and pointed it out directly: "I thought Miss Wen would be more pleasantly surprised by things like eavesdropping on corners."

Wen Yao twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, and glanced at her hand that was still held by him, knowing that the matter had been revealed, the chance of her getting away with fooling around in front of Yan Sui was almost zero.

He didn't insist, and twitched his hand again.

This time Yan Sui didn't stop her, but she easily took her hand back.

She subconsciously stroked her hands behind her ears, forgetting that she had already pulled up her hair, and feeling a little empty with her hands, a little embarrassed.

Taking advantage of the trend, he touched his ears twice.

Then let go.

Only then did he speak righteously: "How can it be called eavesdropping, I am listening openly."

His expression was unclear, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, as if he was very interested in her presumptuous words.

Wen Yao said: "Originally, when I came out of the bathroom, I went straight back to the banquet hall, but I didn't expect Mr. Yan and my sister to have such a good relationship, and I didn't even have time to find a secret place. That's it, I planned to wait for you to finish talking before going in, but suddenly remembered that there was something else to do, so I left."

Yan Sui just looked at her like this, and after her long explanation, he didn't respond. He seemed to be distinguishing the truth from the false in her words quietly.

Half a moment later, he smiled lightly, "I have a good relationship with your sister?"

Wen Yao's face remained unchanged, with a bit of malice, "Isn't it?"

"Where did Miss Wen see it?"

Wen Yao smiled: "Naturally, I can feel it, and I have seen many places. No matter what, I feel that it is very real and profound."

"It seems that Miss Wen understands this very well."

Wen Yao pursed her lips slightly, then opened her mouth——

"Of course, Miss Wen has experienced many battles and knows more about nature than ordinary people."

Wen Yao: "..."

"But has Miss Wen been to an ophthalmologist?"

"..."

Yan Sui said in a flat and indifferent tone, "I have acquaintances in the Central Hospital. If Ms. Wen needs it, I can register for you and see it for you for free."

"..."

The smile on Wen Yao's face froze within a few seconds. She took a deep breath and said softly, "My eyesight is pretty good, so I don't need to bother Mr. Yan, and I feel like Yan You need to see an ophthalmologist, Mr.

"How to say?"

Wen Yao looked at his face, but there was no sign of anger.

I don't know if it's too good, or really generous.

However, whether it is a hidden needle in the cotton remains to be studied.

"There are so many rich and famous families in Lingchuan, ladies and ladies, who is not good for Mr. Yan, but Wen Yumian, this vision is indeed not very good."

"Well, do you have an opinion?"

A fluttering sentence came back.

Wen Yao froze for a moment, then raised a bright smile, "It's none of my business, how dare I have an opinion."

Her smile is another kind of smile that looks real, but is actually very hypocritical.

"I thought Ms. Wen was still secretly holding grudges for her failed marriage proposal." He took a step forward suddenly, leaned slightly, stretched out his hand, and pinched her chin.

Wen Yao hid back, but instead of dodging, she pressed her back against the cold wall.

On the back of her dress, except for the two crossed straps, there was no extra fabric, and her skin directly touched the cool wall, causing her to shiver.

His lips trembled involuntarily, and he didn't look so full of aura, and was faintly a little delicate.

"How could it be? Lovers will eventually get married. I must respect and bless Mr. Yan and my sister."

"Need I say thank you to you?"

Wen Yao laughed dryly, "That's not necessary, as long as Mr. Yan can let me go."

As she spoke, she stretched out two fingers to push his hand.

To free his jaw from the confinement.

Yan Sui didn't continue to make things difficult for her.

His eyes glanced at her exposed shoulders, and the topic suddenly jumped: "Miss Wen dances well."

Wen Yao was about to answer, but he heard him say, "It's just that the dance partner was not chosen well."

Wen Yao: "..."

"From me to the Shen family, Zong Zhengqing, and to that man tonight, Miss Wen really deserves your notorious reputation."

How could Wen Yao fail to hear the sarcasm in his words.

"Naturally, I'm better off than my sister. I've always been treated on merit since I was a child. Like a man, I've always been like Mr. Yan. I think so too. I can't envy you."

She stopped talking halfway, and then looked at his face. When she met his calm gaze, she smiled slightly, and continued: "Look at me, I have used both beauty tricks and bitter tricks, but Mr. Yan didn't take the bait either." , I can’t grab it even if I grab it, so I have to retreat.”

"Miss Wen is really not picky."

She looked docile and aggrieved, and said in a soft voice, "But what's the use of being picky, I can't get what I want, no matter how picky I am, it's just useless."

Yan Sui looked at her drooping eyelids, and at this moment she seemed to be conceding in defeat, draining all the hostility and rebelliousness from her body, her well-behaved appearance made it hard not to feel pity.

But Yan Sui was indifferent, only those black eyes were bottomless.

"Don't try again, how do you know it won't work?"

Wen Yao didn't realize the meaning of his words.

When she thought about it, she was taken aback.

Some hesitation, throat astringent: "You... what do you mean?"

"what do you mean."

He even practiced Tai Chi with her again.

Wen Yao also ignored his perfunctory, staring at him closely, not letting go of what he said last time, "If I try again, Mr. Yan will agree to marry me?"

The man smiled but didn't answer.

Wen Yao became anxious, "Is it really? You talk!"

Yan Sui glanced at his watch leisurely, "It's getting late, excuse me."

Wen Yao stared blankly at his back.

Standing still, there was no movement for a long time.

After a long time, she suddenly sneered, "Mensao."

Sure enough, men are really good at playing hard to get.

This is probably the so-called capitalist, who wants the horse to run without giving the horse grass.Be merciful and give an opportunity, and be thankful for it.
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Song Yicen was a little surprised when he saw Yan Sui come back, "So soon?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you stay with the Wen family's little daughter? Why are you back?"

"It's over."

Song Yicen suddenly couldn't understand him.

He leaned over and questioned: "Where did you take him? I turned around and you disappeared."

Yan Sui: "The corridor exit."

Song Yicen was slightly surprised, he laughed, "There are so many people there, don't you know how to avoid it?"

After a pause, he said slowly, "Or you really made up your mind to marry the Wen family."

According to what he knew about him, Yan Sui didn't seem like someone who would risk himself. On the contrary, what he was best at was staying out of the situation, looking at the center of the storm, and remaining unmoved.

A lot of people came to the reception today, and there were representatives from various circles. In this situation, if he was seen staying alone with Wen Yumian, they would all be expressing his opinion.

"Yeah." Yan Sui said indifferently: "Stay on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit."

"Oh?"

Song Yicen became interested, and asked him with a smile, "What's the result?"

Yan Sui looked in one direction and didn't speak.

Song Yicen also followed his gaze.

A tall black figure appeared downstairs, shuttling among the crowd like a night elf.

Song translation Cen is narrow and happy.

Turning back to look at the man's face, the clear and restrained outline, the corners of the lips getting deeper and deeper, and then I heard him say in a serious tone: "It's obvious."

Song Yicen shook his head noncommittally.

Really.

How can a man be so good at calculating, even the slightest detail is considered and no mistakes are allowed.

I don't know if it's good or bad to be targeted by such a person.

After a few breaths, he asked, "Did you see the man?"

Knowing who he was talking about, Yan Sui looked away idlely, "Yes."

"Do you think he did it on purpose or not?"

Yan Sui: "Intentionally or not, he is not qualified to touch my people."

Song Yicen pondered this sentence.

Then smiled.