Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Hearing Yan Nanqing's question, Lin Qiaoqiao suddenly remembered something, looked up at him, "Yes, I have a request."

She said, "Give me back the pen, and I'll leave after we finish this meal with you."

The man stood there tall and tall, unable to see the weakness of the patient, he was tall and straight as usual, his eyes dropped to look at her.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, he really knew her well enough.

It's easy to interpret: "Break up?"

Lin Quietly rubbed her arm, but she didn't have the courage to look into his eyes, she lowered her eyebrows slightly, "That's right."

"A specific reason." He was not in a hurry, but asked for the reason very plainly.

Then she frowned softly, "What more reason do you need?"

The man's thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was low: "It's because your father will be back in a few days, so you have a breakup meal in advance."

"Or is it because something about me dissatisfies you?"

These two reasons are quite different.

The girl smiled, "I am the master, do I need to give you any reason?"

The man nodded, "Yes, I have the right not to accept it if it is not for factual reasons. For example, if the eldest lady has dissatisfaction with me, if the dissatisfaction is not my fault, I will not accept it."

Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't help looking at him sarcastically, "Did I hire a bodyguard or an ancestor?"

Yan Nanqing didn't change his face, "This is the basic principle. Besides, if you are dissatisfied with me after parting, it will affect the remuneration your father gives me, and even affect the price of my next business order."

Yes.

It was only at this moment that Lin Qiaoqiao suddenly remembered that when his work as a bodyguard by her side was over, he would continue to take the next order.

Do you continue to be the bodyguard for another eldest lady?

Thinking of this, she frowned a little more, and suddenly stopped talking.

There was silence for 1 minutes.

"Can we eat now? The dishes are getting cold." Yan Nanqing asked again.

The girl on the sofa sat motionless, "Suddenly I'm in a bad mood, you'd better be quiet and don't waver in front of me."

Yan Nanqing didn't think it was a big deal. It seemed that ever since she confessed to him and was rejected, she hadn't been in a good mood?
"Is it okay to return the pen to you after dinner?" the man said again.

Regarding this, Lin Qiaoqiao sneered and laughed directly, "Yan Nanqing, when did you start being so hypocritical?"

"I know you don't like me, so why do you pretend? Have pity on me? Or do you want to tie me up on purpose, enjoying the feeling of being chased around by me? Do you have a sense of superiority?"

She said so much in a row, but the expression on Yan Nanqing's face didn't change much, "Me? Hypocrisy?"

"Is not it?"

She took a breath and said simply: "You turned around and threw away the things I gave you. I can understand that you hate me! Then why are you pretending here?"

"I asked you twice, and you pretended twice, wouldn't it be nice to just throw it away?"

Yan Nanqing twitched his eyebrows lightly, and looked at her fixedly.

After a while, I asked in a low voice, unhurriedly: "Is this why you were so angry yesterday morning that you didn't even eat breakfast?"

"It's also because of this that you chose to read Chi Yu's notes in the study room?"

The more he talked, the more he felt that he was right.

"I insisted on getting out of the car last night because of this incident. Give me some unwarranted scumbag nature in my heart." Although it was an interrogative sentence this time, his tone was completely determined, because he knew her well and knew that she would what to think.

She didn't change her face, "You are a scum."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

He said again, "Wait for me for a minute."

With that said, he turned and went back to the restaurant.

Lin quietly raised her eyes, "What are you doing?"

The man's long legs didn't stop, he continued to walk, and responded to her, "Aren't you unwilling to eat? Let's heat up the food first."

After he finished getting it out, he walked to the sofa and looked down at her, "Shall I get you a pen?"

She smiled sarcastically, "You can get it if you can."

Seeing him turn around and walk in, it should be that one of the rooms she saw before was the study.

When his figure disappeared from sight, Lin Qiaorou frowned.

She has been asking him for a pen, but she just wants to know the fact that he has thrown it away, not really wants to get the pen back.

Is he planning to change into one now?
Then does she accept it or not?
She got up and followed.

The door of the study was not closed, so she walked in directly.

The space here is also very large, and the decoration is still the same as frigid, simple and tidy, nothing special.

Yan Nanqing heard her come in, and looked sideways, "Repent?"

"No, I just wanted to see how you took out the things you threw away." Lin quietly walked over and leaned against the table.

The man looked at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "What if I throw it away?"

Ah!
She smiled, "Why don't you pretend? Don't you want to return it to me?"

As she said that, Lin Qiaoqiao directly stretched out her hand, opened her palm and waited.

Yan Nanqing's eyes fell on her fair palm, and finally moved to the band-aid on her fingertips.

When her hand was suddenly held, she wanted to break away from him, but the man raised his eyes and gave her a slight look.

She just remained silent.

Yan Nanqing was taking off her band-aids. Normally, a cold man should be careless in everything he does.

But his movements were very light, and he glanced at her expression from time to time, afraid that she would change his face in pain.

After a little effort, the Band-Aid was torn off.

Looking at her fingers, Yan Nanqing didn't know what expression to use for a while, but finally curled the corner of his mouth helplessly.

"Band-Aids are used like this?"

"Just stick it if it hurts, I don't care how to use it?"

The man smiled subconsciously at the end of his eyebrows, because there was no scratch on her fingertips, but there was indeed a purple bruise, just near the root of the nail.

That position, pain, is inevitable.

"How?" he asked finally.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiaoqiao felt aggrieved.

"Smash it!" Angrily, "The pressure cooker is too heavy, and my hands slipped when washing it."

Before the pot fell to the ground, she was afraid of breaking it, so she reached out to catch it, but the pot smashed her fingers firmly on the ground.

Hearing this, the man's face gradually became dark.

He knows how soft and tender her fingers are.

It seems that if it was hit harder, it might have smashed the flesh, and now the bruised place is still swollen.

For a moment, his thin lips parted slightly, "Are you stupid?"

Lin Qiaoqiao immediately raised her eyebrows, "Who are you calling stupid? Didn't I do it to take care of you? My dad never received such treatment! I cook porridge for you, wash pots for you, which is not the first time?!"

Yan Nanqing pursed his thin lips heavily, threw away the band-aid, and touched the place where she was hit with his fingertips, and she shrank back in pain.