Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Can, who had already walked up to the second floor, was caught off guard and had to bend his knees and step back one leg.

Although he stood firm and caught the person, Wen Can still broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to tell Ye Kong to be more careful.

But he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips, and just reminded himself silently in his heart to exercise well. At the same time, he tightened his arms, lifted the girl who was one step taller than him, lifted her legs off the ground, stepped up to the second floor, and didn't put her down until he walked to the piano.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Ye Kong sneezed slightly.

Wen Can frowned, took out an ear thermometer from his pocket, and dripped it into the girl's ear.

"My fever has gone down long ago." Ye Kong muttered, but let him do it obediently.

After confirming that the temperature was indeed not high, Wen Can's brows were still furrowed: "Why is it not healed yet? Didn't you take the medicine on time?"

"Eat it."

Ye Kong let go of him, turned around and sat down in front of the piano. "But the effect is very slow. It will take at least half a month to heal."

As she spoke, she suddenly turned to look at Wen Can: "But you, you sit in a wheelchair every day, and you obviously don't exercise. Logically, your physical fitness is just so-so - how come you haven't been infected by me at all?"

Wen Can raised his eyebrows and put the ear thermometer back into his pocket: "That's all?"

He walked towards Ye Kong.

In order to distinguish himself from the impression people had of Wen Can, he would dress like a college student every time he came to Yushan University secretly, wearing a black sweatshirt and long pants - because his legs were too long, the trouser legs barely covered his ankles, almost becoming nine-point pants, and a pair of sneakers commonly seen on campus, and a hood on his head - no matter who saw him, they would not associate him with Wen Can, who was always dressed in a suit and looked elegant and noble, and looked like a superior at first glance.

——He just walked in front of Ye Kong, half squatted down, let the hood on his head fall down, looked up at Ye Kong's eyes, then pulled her hand and placed it on his chest.

Ye Kong: ???

Although the light was dim, the girl still fully expressed her doubts by tilting her head.

It was not until her hand was pulled and pressed firmly against the man's chest that she suddenly understood what he was doing.

……

Ok.

The girl moved her fingers.

Even through the not-so-thin clothes, she could still clearly feel the hard touch of the muscles.

Ok……

Ye Kong involuntarily moved his fingers and wanted to touch other places, but was held down by Wen Can.

Obviously, Wen Can was not right.

Ye Kong couldn't help but look at him, trying to fully express how greedy he was with his eyes.

But the man remained unmoved, and said sincerely: "I just want you to know that I am in good physical condition."

Without showing off, he explained in a calm and low voice: "It's true that I'm not as good as before, but my muscles are all developed through exercise, not gym exercises - I like tennis, squash, surfing, skiing, and I'm good at many other sports."

Ye Kong: ...

Her eyes were filled with the bewilderment of a sports junkie: "Why are you telling me this? Are you provoking me?"

"I don't want you to think I'm a boiled chicken." Wen Can said.

"It doesn't matter even if it is." Ye Kong also said sincerely, "You know, for someone like me who might collapse after running 400 meters, your muscles are a bit too scary."

She tried to touch other places along the man's chest, but was stopped by his wrist again.

Ye Kong tried to use force without making a sound, but Wen Can stopped him effortlessly, then laughed: "You're still touching me even though it's scary?"

"Even if it's scary, it doesn't affect my greed." She said confidently, without blushing.

"You can't touch it even if you're greedy."

"why?"

"I'm shy and I blush."

"..."

Ye Kong was choked for once.

She looked at Wen Can, who didn't seem shy at all, and said after a moment: "I always feel that after the real thing, you are a little different from before."

"What's the difference?"

Ye Kong wanted to say that he had become more open-minded, but when the words came to his lips, they became: "I have become thick-skinned."

"Because I want to ask you for something I need as your boyfriend, so of course I need to be thick-skinned."

Ye Kong was a little surprised: "What do you want?"

"Like right now, I want a kiss."

Wen Can looked at her, with a subtle gentle arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes reflected the faint light in the dark night, just like a sparkling lake.

Ye Kong was stunned.

Wen Can was still half squatting, but he raised his head and moved closer to her, and kissed her without waiting for a response.

The second floor is large and spacious.

The moonlight leaking through the clouds shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the quiet black piano, and the blurred reflection surrounded the outlines of the two people kissing, one high and one low.

The cold moonlight becomes soft when it reaches here.

The sound of lips and teeth entangled is also filtered to be extremely gentle.

It's like a lingering painting that is only preserved in the darkness, and the dawn will never come.

Downstairs, the poor driver finally drove away the college student who vomited indiscriminately. When he looked at the coffee shop again, there was still no change.

He looked toward the second floor. The single floor-to-ceiling window only reflected the moonlight above his head and the street lights in the distance. The campus was very quiet, with only the occasional meow of a cat.

He then went back into the car and started smoking to refresh himself.

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"I just want him to go as high as possible, as high as possible, and as happier as possible."

She sat next to him and listened to him talk in a light tone about the birthday party the next day.

"Although he is my grandfather's only son, after he came of age, the Wen family never held any large banquets in his name except for his weddings - because it was not worth it and they could not invite guests of high enough status. And my grandfather would rather organize a grand banquet party for my mother than to host one for him, of course..."

Wen Can's mouth curled up a little: "He doesn't care. He doesn't seek fame or wealth, and doesn't seek crowds. He is willing to be the low-key husband and loving father behind me and my mother. He is willing to watch his family shine - it has always been like this, and everyone thinks so."

The heater runs quietly.

"After my mother passed away, he briefly managed the company for a few months in the chaos, but unfortunately he messed up a new project. It just so happened that I was officially discharged from the hospital, so my grandfather deprived him of all his rights without hesitation and made me the heir. From then on, I began to take over everything, and he - remained calm."

The curve of Wen Can's mouth deepened a little, but his tone did not reflect it at all: "For the next seven years, he had nothing to do, just wandering around at various charity galas. Some people began to call him the charity king, and he always accepted it with a smile, until I had another car accident."

The cold air sneaked in silently through a crack in the corner of the window that was not closed tightly, and wandered coldly in the quiet and empty room along with the wind and moonlight.

Wen Can lowered his head, opened the piano lid, and asked softly, "Can you imagine?"

Fingers dyed pale by the moonlight silently brushed across the cold black and white piano keys: "A person who is full of desire for power and status, who suppresses himself for decades in the contempt and ridicule of the public, finally gets what he wants after that. How does it feel?"

The man's fingers suddenly pressed down, and the piano keys suddenly vibrated and made a heavy sound, breaking the quiet night.

The people downstairs suddenly raised their heads.

Ye Kong glanced outside indifferently, then withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and continued to listen to Wen Can.

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