accessories

A silver car stopped slowly on the street in front of me.

I looked up, it wasn't Yan Minglang, I just saw an elite man about 30 years old opened the car door and got out.Disappointed, I looked away and looked down at my phone.

"Mr. Yan Xiao."

I turned around and saw the man leaning forward slightly just now, looking at me respectfully.

He called my married name.

"Hello, I'm Lin Hao, the assistant to the president of Yanshi Group. The president ordered me to pick you up."

I smiled and nodded: "Hello, Mr. Lin, I have caused you trouble."

"Sir, please call me by my first name." Lin Hao smiled at me, opened the door of the back seat, and motioned for me to get in the car.

He concentrated on driving along the way, and only answered a few words when I took the initiative to speak. I could see that he didn't want to talk to me, so he quieted down.

He sent me home and told me before leaving: "Boss Yan asked me to tell you by the way that he has a reception tonight, so you don't have to wait for him."

I nodded in understanding.

He still had that businesslike smile, nodded slightly at me, turned and left.

After returning home, I tidied up a bit, and after eating, I went into the study.

Yan Minglang's study has a huge collection of books, which is like a colorful little world to me. Even if it is only those English books, it is enough for me to look at them for more than ten years.

My biggest hobby in life is reading.

I like to read books, and I also like to write some fanciful things, which I will call "stories" because I am not sure whether they can be called "fiction".

Eric once said that the stories I write are very attractive to read and people can't stop.During that carefree time, he was my only and most loyal reader, but then the family changes forced my story to die.

That story has been kept in my online disk, I think if I have time, I should finish it.

The time accompanied by books is always so fast, and before I know it, it has already reached midnight.

I put down the book, went back to the room and took a shower, and rubbed medicated oil on my waist in the bathroom.It was given to me by Yan Minglang a few days ago, together with some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines.Sure enough, I still want to thank my youth. Even if I am not strong, my recovery power is much stronger than that of my [-]s and [-]s. After applying medicated oil for several days in a row, my back pain has been much better.

I had just put the lid on the oil, and before I could put on my nightgown, the bathroom door opened.

Yan Minglang's tall figure stood at the door, his eyes fell on my waist, and he frowned slightly.

My heartbeat inevitably accelerated, but because of our relationship, I didn't want to be too nervous in front of him. I pretended to be nonchalant and slowly put the medicated oil on the shelf, and then picked up the nightgown and put it on my body.

Yan Minglang has already come to my side, and his big and powerful hands are on my waist.Even through a nightgown, I can still feel the warmth of his palm.

It gave me a little goosebumps.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.

I nodded, then shook my head again: "A little bit, but it's much better."

His hands slid down my waistline.

I smelled a faint fragrance that didn't belong to him on his body.It was different from his usual scent after socializing. Although it was light, it was the scent of a lady's perfume.

The smell lingered on him, if it wasn't for the most intimate contact, it would never be so lingering.

I remembered that he once said that he was an out-and-out homosexual.

And I don't seem to have any displeasure.

But I subconsciously avoided his hand.

This obviously disobedient action made Yan Minglang freeze, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

I buried my head in an ostrich mentality and dared not look at him.Even if he is not a tyrant, most of the time he just let me know his emotions, he is definitely not the type who can do anything, but just a displeased look is enough to make me tremble.

I've always known my position - a relationship based on money, people under the roof, after all, it is easy to make people feel like they are facing an abyss and walking on thin ice.

After a brief confrontation, he withdrew his hand and said to me, "Go out, I want to take a shower."

I thought he was probably hindering my waist and hadn't fully recovered. Thinking that it was caused by him, I had no choice but to let me go.I never doubt that he is considerate in many cases. After all, he is an adult male who is eight years older than me, has a good upbringing, and knows that coercion is an offense to human rights.

What's more, even if he really wanted to force me, he would not use such a direct method.

I breathed a sigh of relief and exited the bathroom.

Before going out, he said, "Blow dry your hair."

I graciously dried my hair before climbing into bed, knowing that he would not touch me today, this time I did not pretend to be asleep, but picked up the books he would read for a while before going to bed every night to read.

It was a collection of short detective stories.

From the various collections of books in Yan Minglang's study room, it can be seen that his hobbies are very extensive, and detective novels seem to be his favorite genre, and many original books in this field are a bit old.

I started looking at the page with the bookmark, but I couldn't see why, so I simply opened the title page and read slowly from the first story.

I remembered my story again, which was also a detective story, but I kind of forgot what I was writing about.

Soon I was attracted by the suspenseful plot, and I didn't even know that Yan Minglang was out.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at it for a while, and then said, "The prisoner in this episode is the musician."

Even with all my concentration, my ears still heard something I shouldn’t have heard. I yelled and grabbed the book and turned over, protesting dissatisfiedly: “How could you do this? Spoilers are immoral, do you know that?”

He glanced at me contemptuously, turned over and leaned against the head of the bed on his side: "I just think your certainty is a bit stupid, obviously you didn't guess the prisoner correctly, right?"

He hit it off.

I blushed, but still said unconvinced: "Give me a few more minutes and I will catch the real culprit!"

He raised his hand, curled his middle finger, made a circle with his thumb and middle finger, and flicked on my forehead: "Wishful thinking."

I pursed my lips and shrugged my nose, grimacing.

His hand turned to lift my chin, and those dark eyes were fixed on me.

Looking at each other for a long time, I gradually realized the unscrupulousness in the conversation with him just now, my heart skipped a beat, and I slowly lowered my eyelids.

He let go of his hand and said to me, "Turn off the lights."

I got up and put the book away, and turned off the switch by the bed.

In the dark, I heard him rarely ask me: "How did you feel during this time?"

I honestly replied, "It's okay, I'm trying to fit in with everything."

He said "hmm".

After a while of silence, he said again: "I have no objection to you going out for a walk and doing something you can do. But if you get lost like today and you have to ask me to pick you up, I hope it won't happen too often. Happened. If you know that you may not be able to handle it, why not just tell me from the beginning, you will have to trouble me anyway, won’t you?”

I felt a little embarrassed, but I obediently said "Got it".

"Okay, go to sleep." He said "good night" and soon fell asleep.

I opened my eyes in the dark for a while, even though I kept telling myself that although Yan Minglang's words were not pleasant, they made sense, but I couldn't help feeling wronged.

I know that he who said these words was just teaching me how to do things as an older man and a husband, but in my ears, it gave people the illusion that I shouldn't bother him.

Even though he knew it was just an illusion, it was still unavoidable.

Chen Jin still didn't go to work.

Anyone can see that he works in restaurants just for fun.The boss didn't respond at all to his absence, as he often did.

I didn't call to ask when he would come. I was afraid of disturbing him, so I kept his thick wallet in my pocket.

Then one day, on the way to work, I collided with a man.

In fact, I could feel that the man did it on purpose, he insisted on bumping into me on such a wide road.

That man looked like a punk, and I was the first to apologize in line with the principle of calming down the matter.When I went to the restaurant to change clothes, I realized that the wallet in my pocket was gone.

I was restless that day, broke two plates at work, and was bombarded by the boss. I thought he would definitely deduct the plate money from my salary.

After work, I came home and finally couldn't help calling Chen Jin.

"Hello."

It's just a word, but I can hear that his voice seems to be a little cheerful, but it is mixed with some other emotions that are just the opposite, so it feels a bit strange.

I took a breath: "Jin, I'm really sorry, I lost your wallet."

He said casually: "If you lose it, just lose it. I have a lot of wallets, so don't worry about it."

That's not what I meant, and I quickly explained: "I haven't moved your money, I've always wanted to return it to you, but I didn't expect it to be stolen on the way to work today."

Chen Jin didn't speak.

I think he should be angry: "Excuse me, how much money is in the wallet? I will return it to you."

The receiver was still silent, if I could not hear his shallow breathing, I would have thought he had hung up the phone.

"Respect?"

It took Chen Jin a long time to say: "How much money is there, you should know better than me, right?"

I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I froze for a moment, and he had already hung up the phone.