Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

such as.

A nurse at a tertiary hospital, a lecturer at a university, a company executive, a researcher at that research institute, a military soldier, and a superior.

There are times when he became the second-in-command of several gangs and accidentally became the boss.

She has even been an enthusiastic volunteer and taught in mountain villages.

Even the Poverty Alleviation Office has been there.

For the mission, for experience.

So many that she herself could hardly remember them all.

Anyway, in the eyes of the world, we have experienced everything, high-level, low-level, noble, and ordinary.

In her eyes, these professions are all the same.

Compared to the latter, perhaps she prefers to put up film under the overpass, closing the stall whenever she wants, freely.

She attached it well without any bubbles.

I also work part-time selling colorful mobile phone cases and data cables, but the money I make from just applying film is too little.

Just as she was thinking this.

The surroundings became quiet and a shadow loomed beside me. I looked up and saw Shen Rao who had come over at some point.

She was stunned for a moment, and her slightly paused pupils reflected his face.

The corners of his eyes were red, his lips were pursed, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Qi Yan slowly came back to his senses and said helplessly.

"Why are you crying?"

"Woo..."

Shen Rao's lip lines drooped, his head hung down, and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell away.

Perhaps he was afraid of being embarrassed, so he bent over and buried his head in her neck, speaking with a nasal tone.

"You've suffered so much, I didn't even know..."

"Qi Yan... don't you feel tired?"

Hearing the second half of his sentence in a muffled and intermittent voice, Qi Yan was stunned, and the hand holding the kitchen knife became a little unsteady.

She has been squeezing her time over the years.

Tired?

How could she not be tired? She wasn't made of iron.

However, compared to walking in the hail of bullets, saying it out loud is the easiest.

She tilted her eyes, glanced at his soft hair, and could vaguely hear a slight sob.

After a few seconds, he chuckled.

"Fortunately."

The tiredness is still to come, this is just the beginning.

Shen Rao sniffed, turned his head and leaned on her shoulder, his eyes red, and tugged at her rolled-up sleeves, begging.

"Qi Yan, I want to help you so that you don't feel so tired. Can you tell me what to do?"

If he doesn’t understand, just ask.

Prince Shen, who seems to be omnipotent, is helpless against his mysterious lover.

The powerful boss can solve it with just a wave of his hand.

To Qi Yan, he could only stand there crying and waving his handkerchief.

I can't help at all!

Thinking of this, bitterness filled his heart. He felt a little aggrieved, his lips tightened, and he felt like crying.

He is so useless...

Completely different tracks, different life experiences. Even if he works very hard in his next life, it would be difficult for him to be as good as Qi Yan.

This is not just a matter of money, but also of the invisible and intangible power.

This is something that the Shen family, who have been in business for generations, cannot compare to.

…For some reason I feel a sense of helplessness, just like the ancient merchants falling in love with the powerful and wealthy.

Apart from money, I have nothing, I am totally out of my league...

Just as Shen Rao's thoughts continued to wander.

Qi Yan had already washed her hands and confirmed that there was no fishy smell before she pulled a tissue over to help him wipe away the remaining tear marks on his face. She looked at the tears that were still coming out and whispered.

"Don't cry, there are still people here."

“They were afraid to look.”

The people who were originally gathered in the kitchen had long disappeared.

He lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes where she had brushed them narrowed slightly.

He grasped her naturally falling fingertips and shook them gently, staring at her closely with his eyes wide open.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"..."

Qi Yan's hand holding the paper paused slightly, then immediately continued his movement, but his hand was lighter.

"As long as you behave yourself, you'll be doing me a big favor."

She smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

"..."

Shen Rao felt that she was fooling him.

But he has no evidence.

Even though she didn't say anything, Shen Rao couldn't let it go. He twisted his fingers, pursed his lips, and spoke cautiously and anxiously.

"Then you don't... think I'm not worthy of you?"

"?"

"Why do you think so?"

Qi Yan was a little surprised.

"Although I don't know your specific identity, except that my family has a little money and my face is not bad, I don't have any other advantages..."

"But you are different, Qi Yan," he looked up, "My strengths are dispensable to you. You are too good, too perfect. What they said is wrong. I have always known that I am not worthy of you."

talking.

He clenched the corner of his clothes, and his knuckles turned white.

He knew long ago that Qi Yan's excellence did not depend on those vulgar external conditions.

She is a person who is both mentally and physically strong.

If it were him, an orphan from the mountains, would he be better than Qi Yan?

With such a high profile background, can he do better than Qi Yan in doing those low-level jobs?

The answer is no.

He understood this truth three years ago.

Therefore, he never felt that Qi Yan, who was so much lower in class than him, was not worthy of him. But now, he realized that he was not worthy of Qi Yan.

To be honest, he was quite confident back then and thought it would be great if Qi Yan liked his money.

Now he is completely inferior to me.

He couldn't figure out what Qi Yan could like about him.

Could it be that he loves crying?

Shen Rao looked like an eggplant hit by frost. He looked listless and with the redness and swelling under his eyes, he looked very pitiful.

Qi Yan didn't say anything.

She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then leaned against the table, stroking her chin and admiring his dejected expression.

Seeing no response for a long time, Shen Rao raised his eyelids and met clear eyes with a strong smile, looking at him unscrupulously.

Shen Rao was a little irritated and snorted with a blushing face.

"What are you laughing at? I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay," Qi Yan smiled and raised her hand, pressing it down, "I know you are serious."

"Still laughing! Stop laughing! If you laugh again...if you laugh again I will..."

Shen Rao's neck turned red with shame. He tried to stop her stumblingly, but was reluctant to do it.

"Just what?"

Qi Yan was curious and asked with narrowed eyes.

Before she finished her words, her lips softened and sealed them with a kiss. He glared at her fiercely, lowered his lips and threatened in a low voice.

"I'll bite you if you smile again!"

"..."

Qi Yan turned her eyes away from his ferocious face, raised the corners of her lips, and then immediately lowered them, back and forth several times.

As long as you have eyes, you can see it.

She was suppressing a laugh.

Shen Rao was completely annoyed now, and soon became like a deflated ball, speaking dejectedly.

"Stop laughing. Is what I said funny?"

"No," Qi Yan turned back, shook his head, and said very seriously: "It's very funny."

"...???"

Just when Shen Rao was about to break down and burst into tears.

She stretched out her fingertips, gently lifted his chin, looked directly at his handsome face that was about to cry but had no tears, and curled her lips.

"You should ask whether you are worthy of me in which aspect."

"which aspect?"

"You're thinking about family background..." She tapped his jawline, "That's totally unnecessary."

Shen Rao was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because... no one can match me, no one can match me."

She spoke slowly.