marital love

After chatting for a long time, it was over.

Xiao Bichen was very satisfied with the meeting tonight, and suggested that it was still early, and asked Yan to take Wen Yumian out for a stroll.

And smiled and explained: "Don't go shopping too late, remember to send Mianmian home early."

Wen Yumian lowered her head shyly.

Wen Yao stuffed another cherries into her mouth with a blank expression.

She was really honest tonight, almost all the cherries went into her stomach, of course - it would be even better if the man opposite could let her feet go.

She suspected that although Yan Sui looked like a dog, he actually had some unknown quirks, such as foot fetishism?

Because he grabbed her feet and touched them for at least 10 minutes.

From the toes to the instep to the ankle, half of the calf, and then touched down and back along, rubbing the soles of her feet as if massaging, the movements were not rude.

Wen Yao seemed to feel a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

——It may also be that her perception is wrong.

Then she thought nastyly, doesn't he feel his feet are smelly?
There is no doubt that Wen Yao is very good at taking care of her body. Her feet are not smelly at all. She often goes for massages, soaks her feet, and applies foot cream.

Wen Yao faintly felt that he was a bit perverted, and even began to regret that she had provoked him.

Fortunately, everything stopped at Xiao Bichen's words.

She finally felt that her feet were let go, and then she was ruthlessly thrown aside by the man, and then he stood up.

Wen Yao: "..."

She drew back her slightly stiff leg.

Go find your own heels.

However, the foot groped several times but did not touch it.

Ok?
Wen Yao doesn't believe in evil.

The others hadn't left yet, so she was too embarrassed to lift the tablecloth to see.

They all stood up, and Wen Yao hadn't found the shoes yet, so she had to stand up too, one up and one down, and she had to hold on to the edge of the table to stabilize her body at the same height.

Wen Yumian and his group were about to leave. Seeing that Wen Yao hadn't moved, Jiang Shuliu didn't want to pay attention anymore, but in front of Xiao Bishen, she still had to ask: "Yaoyao, what are you still standing for, we should go .”

Wen Yao smiled but didn't smile: "Aunt Jiang, you go first, I feel a little sick to my stomach, and I want to sit for a while."

Shoes, where are her shoes?

Jiang Shuliu frowned, with a concerned look on her face: "Are you all right? Do you want to call the doctor to take a look?"

How big is the matter, what kind of doctor is called, seems too hypocritical.

Wen Yao just wanted to send these people away quickly, then find her high heels, put them on and leave.

So her smile became brighter, and her voice became more gentle: "I'm really fine, Aunt Jiang."

The soft words made Jiang Shuliu feel very cold, completely lost the thought of condolences, and didn't even bother to make plays. From the corner of her eye, she saw that the Yan family had left, and she also turned around.

After walking a certain distance, Yan Sui suddenly stopped, "Auntie, I left something in the box, I'll go back and have a look."

Xiao Bichen asked: "What is it? Just make a phone call and ask the waiter to find it and deliver it."

Yan Sui: "It's a little thing, I'll just find it myself."

Knowing that he has always had his own opinions, Xiao Bichen didn't force himself.

After waiting for a while and walking to the elevator door, she suddenly said: "Mianmian, you and Huaixu are going out shopping, just wait here for him, we will go down first."

Wen Yumian couldn't wait for her wish, she nodded sweetly, "Okay, Tai Shen, go slowly."

Xiao Bi smiled deeply: "What's your name, Mrs. Shen? I think you can just call me Aunt Xiao. It's just a different sound from Huaixu's Auntie. It won't be too late to change your name when you get engaged."

Wen Yumian immediately changed her words: "Aunt Xiao."

"Eh."

Jiang Shuliu laughed from ear to ear.

She didn't expect that today would be so smooth.

……

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief when everyone had gone away, then squatted down without any image, and lifted the tablecloth with force.

After seeing it, he realized that his high heels had run behind the seat where Yan Sui was sitting.

She thought with her toes, she knew that Yan Sui, that pervert did it.

It made her almost embarrassing, she remembered.

Wen Yao angrily circled around to pick up her high heels, then bent down.

The view is obscured by the tablecloth.

Shadows fell.

After she took it out and put it on, she frowned and looked at the tooth mark on her ankle.

She pursed her lips tightly, thinking about her hobby, she even likes to bite people, not only her ankles, but even her butt... There is a tooth mark on it, which she found in the mirror when she was taking a shower.

Really sick!

Just as she was about to stand up, she caught a glimpse of something black in the corner of the seat out of the corner of her eye, raised her eyebrows slightly, and reached for it.

It's a cigarette lighter.

Holding it in her hands, she raised her head unintentionally, suddenly startled by the sudden appearance of a person, subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly bumped into the wall, the pain of "dong" made her shrink her neck immediately, and covered her head , Tears poured out.

The pain and unhappiness made her speechless: "Are you a ghost without making a sound when you walk?"

Yan Sui leaned against the wall, staring at her coldly, with scrutiny, without speaking.

Wen Yao eased over the initial pain, and met his cold gaze.

A few seconds later, she changed her expression and walked towards him, and said with some reproach: "...Why did Mr. Yan come back all of a sudden? It's so quiet and scary."

As she said that, Wen Yao was already close to him, and she smelled the breath on his body again, which was very familiar, with a clear feeling, just like the rows of crystal-clear trees in the park in winter when she was studying abroad. Rime, cold and mellow.

I couldn't take a good look at him in the bar yesterday. Before that, apart from his handsome appearance, the most important thing about him was his deeds and honors in the investment banking industry.

Now under the light and close, she looked carefully, only to find that he has a pair of long and narrow deep socket eyes, with deep brows and eyes, which are Western-style, but the overall face is a traditional Eastern face, and it is near the left side of his lower lip. , There is a very shallow mole.

He should be bohemian, but coupled with his facial features, he looks extraordinarily refined and arrogant, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The woman's gaze is probing, full of curiosity and doubt, but no nostalgia.

Yan Sui stretched out a finger, pressed her shoulder and pushed her away, "Miss Wen, do I know you very well?"

The man is distant and indifferent.

Meaning don't get too close to him.

Wen Yao was forced to stay away.

In the next second, he stepped forward again, getting closer.

She was also shorter than him wearing high heels, and she had to raise her head to talk to him near his chin, "Are we familiar, Mr. Yan still doesn't know?"

Yan Sui: "I don't know."

Without hesitation, without hesitation.

The smile on Wen Yao's face froze.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, which is her usual behavior when she is upset.

You don't recognize people when you put on your pants.

I don't know who was so enthusiastic last night, and just now he was very in love with her feet, and wanted to dismiss her by saying "not familiar with her", is it possible?

Is there such a cheap thing in the world for him to take advantage of?

So she raised her hand with a smile, put it on his shoulder, and wrapped it around his neck in a natural way, with a soft voice: "Mr. Yan is really good at joking, obviously he was holding on to his feet just now, Now it’s so ruthless, it makes people very sad.”

Yan Sui lowered his eyes slightly, looking at her pretentious posture with a cold expression, and his smiling eyes were full of emotionless smiles, all of which were playful and extremely fake.

The man pinched her face with his hand, "Very sad?"

"Yes, it is."

"Do you know how sad it is that I touched your feet and pinched your face without washing your hands?"

Wen Yao's smile broke: "..."

"Mr. Yan, maybe I will be more disgusting."

The man's fingertips grazed the corner of her lips.

"how?"

Wen Yao: "..."

I was so angry that I couldn't hold back any longer.

She was terribly dirty.