Greedy pleasure

Shu Chiye's eyes, which are well versed in the invisible, instantly condensed a layer of ice.

With endless cold eyes on Yan Xiaomi's face, it became difficult for her to even breathe.

"Ridiculous?" He opened his thin lips lightly, and walked towards her slowly, holding her chin with his cold hands, "Are you talking angry, or are you serious?"

Her jaw hurt from being pinched, but it couldn't bear the pain in her heart.

It's necessary for him to ask so clearly, she just wants to draw a clear line with him, don't you understand?

He was caught between her and Qiao Zhi'an, he was destined to be a thorn in her heart!

"I'm either honest with hate, or I live in peace and don't say anything angry."

Her eyes reflected his gradually icy complexion, and she could even see the lines of his facial muscles trembling slightly.

The fire in Shu Chiye's chest could melt her down!

"Heh—" the corners of his lips pulled up suddenly, and he let go of her, "Okay, Yan Xiaomi, you asked for this."

He suddenly lost his strength, she staggered, and when she stood up again, he had already turned and left.

Stride into the car, start the engine, and the car shoots out like an arrow.

The speeding vehicle brought up a gust of wind, which made Yan Xiaomi's long hair disheveled.

She stood there and hesitated for a few seconds before turning around and entering the unit building.

In the pitch-black home, the outdoor lights shone in and wrapped her body.

Her small body was shrouded in the moonlight, and she collapsed on the sofa, the warm liquid slipped from the end of her eyes, soaked into the pillow and became icy cold.

The temperature in the room was very high, but she still felt cold, so she wrapped the blanket around her body and spent the night on the sofa in a daze.

The next day was New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, Yan Zhibai came and knocked on the door of her house, seeing that her face was a little pale, and distressed across her face.

"Pack up your things and come back to Yan's house for the New Year with me."

"Forget it." Yan Xiaomi sat down on the sofa, "Everyone wants to celebrate the New Year, but when I go to Yan's house, I'm going to be crazy. I still have some self-knowledge."

Yan Zhibai frowned tightly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Your grandfather asked you to go back for the New Year."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaomi raised her eyelids and looked at him for a few seconds before realizing what he meant, "This is impossible."

"How is it impossible?" Yan Zhibai pulled her up on the sofa, "Your grandfather asked me to pick you up, pack up your things and leave, Weiwei is staying at home to help out because of her arguing."

Every year during the Spring Festival, Yan’s family is very lively. They clean everything from the inside to the outside. Both the servants and the Yan family have to do it.

Although Yan Xiaomi has never been to Yan's house, thinking about the atmosphere, her clear eyes are full of longing.

The Spring Festival in Wencheng is not so cold. Every Spring Festival, she will go to the grave with Laoguan and the others.

Doing charity, Lao Guan is a very kind person.

Yan Zhiqing always said that their mother and daughter were blessings cultivated in several lifetimes, and they met Laoguan.

Yan Zhibai shook his hand in front of her, the picture in her mind was shattered, she moved her body and said, "I won't go, it doesn't matter if he asks me to go home."

"Why is nothing good?" Yan Zhibai said earnestly, "He called you home to talk about your mother returning to the genealogy."

"Ah?" Yan Xiaomi sat up straight and looked at Yan Zhibai, "Really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

She grabbed Yan Zhibai's hand, and she must ask the truth.

Yan Zhibai sneered and patted her, "Why did I lie to you, I knew you were overjoyed to hear the news, so get up and change your clothes and leave."

Counting the days, Yan Xiaomi has not been in contact with Yan's family for a long time, or even met.

The last time I saw Zhao Yaping was in the elevator in front of my house.

After hesitating for a while, she got up and went to the room to change clothes, pulled off a down jacket, and left with Yan Zhibai.

In any case, mother's last wish should be fulfilled or must be fulfilled.

But to be on the safe side, she didn't go back in Yan Zhibai's car, but drove behind Yan Zhibai.

I have been here a few times, and there are too many emergencies. Maybe she will have to leave if there is a quarrel in the middle of the night. This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and she has to be fully prepared.

The huge Yan's house is covered with blessing characters, and the servants are walking around, decorating the house happily.

As soon as Yan Xiaomi came down, several servants looked over quietly, watching her being led into the house by Yan Zhibai, pouted where she couldn't see.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, Yan Weiwei ran over, grabbed her hand and rushed into the hall.

"Come on, grandpa is waiting for you." After yelling, she whispered something in her ear, "Grandpa said to ask uncle to bring you back. I thought it was a lie. I didn't expect to hear that my uncle brought you back this morning. Uncle is going to pick you up."

Yan Xiaomi smiled at her, and saw that the living room was full of people from the Yan family, except for Mr. Yan, almost none of them gave her any glances.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and greeted Mr. Yan, but the others just nodded their heads.

"In these years, you spent the Spring Festival alone in Shengjing?"

Mr. Yan asked.

This question really surprised Yan Xiaomi, she nodded, "I fly back to Wencheng every year to pay homage to my parents and visit the grave by the way."

"Let's celebrate the Spring Festival at home this year. At this time, the family members are back, and I will take you to get to know them." Mr. Yan said, sipping tea.

In previous years, the younger generations of the Yan family came back when they were in school, and Yan Xiaomi had never met, but this year they are quite complete.

But now the group of people are all going to play, the hall is full of elders, only Yan Weiwei is waiting for her specially.

"Grandpa, shall I take Xiaomi?" Yan Weiwei took Yan Xiaomi's arm and looked at the expression of old man Yan.

Mr. Yan waved his hand, "Go."

Yan Xiaomi hesitated to speak, but was pulled away by Yan Weiwei. She wanted to ask about Yan Zhiqing's return to Yan's house, but she could only find another opportunity to ask.

She didn't expect that Mr. Yan really asked her to come back for the Spring Festival this time, and prepared a room for her in advance.

Yan Weiwei took her to her room, which was decorated in a Chinese style, with an antique atmosphere everywhere.

"This is where my aunt used to live." Yan Weiwei sat on a chair and looked at her and said, "For so many years, grandma has been letting people come in to clean it, saying that she hates aunt...but she is her own daughter after all, so she can't bear it."

The polarities of love and hate could not be merged together, and Yan Zhiqing indirectly caused the Yan family to fall in advance, but she is also a descendant of the Yan family, and no one can change this fact.

Yan Weiwei said again, "There is a bookshelf over there. There are many books that my aunt has read on it, and some of my aunt's handwriting. Go and have a look."

The mahogany-colored bookshelves were full of various types of books. Yan Xiaomi got up and walked over, standing beside the rows of bookshelves, one of which was the most worn-out book with yellowed edges came into view.

She took down the book directly, but a photo fell out of it.