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Several books are placed on the counter.

I regained my senses, raised my head and smiled politely at the guest, took the book, scanned the code, and put it in the bag.

They paid the money, and when they turned to leave, a girl blushed and quickly said something in Chinese to Yan Minglang: "Come on."

Yan Minglang was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

As the closing time approached, the customers in the store came to check out one after another, most of them seemed to be students from the University of T, and seven out of ten would say a word of encouragement to Yan Minglang before leaving.

I vaguely understood that what happened with Yan Minghe in the T restaurant in the morning probably became an interesting talk among those college students after dinner, but it's a pity that the two brothers look so much alike, these people have repeatedly mistaken the partner.

After seeing off all the guests, I went to the warehouse to pack up and prepare to go home.

Yan Minglang saw that there were toiletries in the bag I was carrying, and asked me, "How many days have you lived here?"

I just nodded without explaining.He understood that I didn't want to explain, so he didn't press on.

Vito walked over with Pomeranian in his arms. I thought it would be difficult to raise a vigorous puppy, but I didn't expect that little guy to be well-behaved, lying in Vito's arms without making a fuss.

Yan Minglang seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to Vito: "Uncle forgot the dog bed and dog food and milk powder prepared for Alex at home, shall we go get them together?"

In just a few hours, Vito has already named Pomeranian, Alexander, and we call it Alex by the way.

Vito looks at me.

I knew in my heart that it was Yan Minglang's excuse, but I couldn't expose him in front of the child, so I could only nod my head.

The car was driving on the most familiar road.Once, also on such an evening, he made a detour to the bookstore to pick me up after get off work.However, that warm time was too short. Even though I knew that I had been happy at that time, I had already forgotten what it was like to be heartbroken at that time.

Yan Minglang still lived in that house. He opened the door, let Vito in first, and then turned to look at me.

I stood at the door, my eyes fell on the huge aquarium that was very conspicuous in the living room, and I forgot to move for a moment.

He followed my line of sight, then turned around and smiled at me: "Come in."

I lowered my eyes, nodded lightly, and walked into the hallway.

Pulling down the shoe-changing bench that was stored in the wall, I sat down, hugged Vito on my lap, and pulled down the shoe cabinet next to it.

Two pairs of familiar couple's slippers came into view. The large-sized pair was a bit worn out, and even traces of mending could be seen, even though it looked like it had been repaired by the most professional people.

Feeling depressed for no reason, I picked up the disposable slippers and wanted to put them on for Vito, but Yan Minglang said, "Let him go in with his shoes on."

Disposable slippers are indeed too big for Vito's little feet. I dug wet wipes out of my bag and wiped Vito's shoes clean before letting him into the living room.

I took off my shoes, Yan Minglang pointed to the pair of slippers I wore six years ago and said to me: "Clean."

I looked up at him, then pointed to my feet, which grew by two centimeters with my height, and shrugged: "It's not suitable anymore."

I put on disposable slippers, walked into the living room without looking at him again.

The aquarium is turned on with fluorescent lights, and there are more coral plants in the water, which looks very beautiful. Vito hugged Alex and lay on the glass, turned around and asked Yan Minglang: "Uncle Yan, are you raising water plants?"

Yan Minglang walked in wearing those old slippers, and squatted down next to Vito: "No, there are some small fish inside, very small, you have to search carefully to find it...Look."

He pointed, and I looked in the direction he pointed.

A small black fish that was only one knuckle long got out of the aquatic plants, stayed for only two seconds, and then hid in the dense aquatic plants.

"Does Uncle Yan like this kind of small fish?" Vito held Alex with one hand, and stretched to the side with the other, comparing the length of nearly forty centimeters. "The fish raised by George's family is so big, golden, and super beautiful."

"How do you like it?"

Vito nodded and shook his head again: "Fortunately, I think this kind of small fish is also good, and my father likes small fish. We also raised a lot in Melbourne, but they all died. Dad seems not suitable for raising fish." He said Smiled, innocent.

"But do you know that these fish are descendants of two little black fish, and those two fish were raised by your father back then."

"How come?" Vito looked at me suspiciously, "Why is the fish raised by Dad at Uncle Yan's house?"

"Because your father..."

"Mr. Yan," I interrupted him coldly, "Where is the kennel? It's getting late, we should go back."

Yan Minglang looked at me with a gloomy expression, his bright eyes were staring straight at me, even though he was speechless, he seemed to be talking about something.

I turned my face away, not wanting to look at him.

After a while, a helpless chuckle was heard.

"Vito, Uncle Yan has a lot of country Z mythology and story books here, in English, do you want to read them?"

Vito looked at me eagerly: "Is it okay, Dad?"

Ah.

this man.

As shrewd as he is, why doesn't he know how to handle my weakness.

Follow the two upstairs, and everything here doesn't seem to have changed much from when I left six years ago.Walking into the study, the two desks facing each other are in their original positions.

I stood in the middle of the study room, without turning my eyes, watching Vito put Alex on the floor, wiped his hands, and took those thick story books with care.

Yan Minglang let him sit in front of his desk, and then walked towards me.

"I'm going to make dinner, do you want to go together, or read a book with Vito?"

I had something to say to him, told Vito to read a book obediently, and followed him downstairs.

After entering the kitchen, Yan Minglang went straight to open the refrigerator, and skillfully placed the ingredients on the cooking table.

I said casually, "Just reheat the dinner prepared by the nanny."

He washed the vegetables and said, "The housekeeper has been dismissed for many years."

I raised my eyebrows, but didn't make a sound.

But he took it on his own: "Because they lost one of your towels."

That strange feeling of depression surged up again, and I took a breath: "Mr. Yan, the past is over, even I can let go, why do you still want to miss it?"

He stopped for a while, then continued, and said after a while: "If you have feelings, the one who hurts is always more bitter than the one who was hurt."

"But the one who was hurt wants the one who hurt him to let him go."

"No," he said quickly, "I can't."

I sneered knowingly: "I only consider my own position in everything I do, only this, you are exactly the same as you were six years ago."

"You're right," he didn't care about my accusations, "I gave you a chance to be free. I almost gave up looking for you, but you came back. The moment I saw you, I knew that I didn't I might let you go. Shaw, don't struggle. You have been single until now. Could it be that you are guarding for that one-night stand woman? You said you love her? You don't even need to love me, but you will love someone who even owns a child. The woman you don't want?"

"Need I swear?"

"what?"

I raised my hand: "I swear to God, I have only loved Vito's other parents in the past 26 years. If I tell a lie, let the most terrible and tragic disaster in the world befall me at any time."

He turned to me sullenly, pale.

I put down my hand and smiled: "Mr. Yan, you have to understand it this way, I want to guard her for the rest of my life, please—"

Before I finished speaking, my expression changed, and I watched him step in front of me in two steps.

There is a transparent floor-to-ceiling window behind him. His hands rest on the glass beside me, and his violently heaving chest leans against my body.

My heart was beating wildly, I turned away subconsciously, his hand clasped my chin with moisture, forcing me to turn around and look at him.

The previous gentleness and flattery were all illusions. How could I not know what kind of person Yan Minglang is?

He is domineering, he is a tyrant, he only does things according to his own preferences, he only points to me and arranges my life.

"Shaw, don't forget, in Australia, we have a legal marriage certificate."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, and it blew me away.

I finally found my voice: "I... I can file for divorce."

"Don't even think about it," he sneered, "I can adjourn the hearing indefinitely."

"Why are you like this?"

"Didn't you say that I only consider my own position in everything I do. I haven't changed it in six years, and I won't change because of you. Otherwise, how can I catch you?"

"Yan, Ming, Lang!"

I paused every word and gritted my teeth. Seeing me like this, he suddenly felt relieved, let go of my jaw, and pinched my earlobe instead.

"I swear in the future, just use me, and all disasters will happen to me, don't make fun of yourself."

He withdrew his hand, turned and returned to the cooking table.

I looked at him with wide eyes.Pretending to be a lover, leave those words to others, how could I be moved by his rhetoric?

"Stay tonight."

"Don't be kidding."

He snorted, "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

"You think I'm afraid of you?" No matter what I say now, I am much taller and stronger than before, and he is simply insulting my male self-esteem.

"It's best not to be afraid," he cut the carrot into perfect thin shreds neatly, "then recall the passion six years ago with me. I will try my best to restrain myself, after all, even if it doesn't hurt you now, your eyes will It's a beautiful dark blue isn't it?"

Trembling with anger, I strode out of the kitchen.

I only heard the devil say from behind: "Don't think about taking Vito to escape, the door is also locked inside, without my fingerprints, you can't get out."

I stopped, took a few deep breaths, and turned back to the kitchen.

"Yan Minglang, this is illegal imprisonment and a crime!"

"Then sue me." He said indifferently, without looking back.

My eyes began to look around for the weapon at hand. The kitchen seemed to be the most suitable place to find tools for crimes. At this moment, his back was facing me, as long as I hit him on the head with something...

"Unless you can kill me in one fell swoop, don't try it lightly." He turned around with a vicious smile on his face.

I was so angry with him that I could barely breathe.

He obviously came prepared, how can I forget that he is actually a wolf just because he has been wearing sheepskin for a few days and pretending to be a kind and kind gentleman?