True and false daughter in love

Suitcases are stacked in the corridor.

Yao Yanyan held the document in her hand and looked at Cheng Xuan's motionless back.

"Open the door." Yao Yanyan said.

Cheng Xuan clenched his cheeks, and struggled to take out the key from his bag.

The tip of the key bumped against the keyhole, and Cheng Xuan bit the bullet and turned around.

The anger in Yao Yanyan's heart came up, she put the documents in her hand on her lap, sat on the suitcase and looked at her.

"Sister, let's go out and get a room." Cheng Xuan said in a muffled voice.

"What?" Yao Yanyan had a look of disbelief, Jian Jian suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

"I said, let's go out and open a room."

"You...you are sick, you!" Yao Yanyan scolded her subconsciously, and snatched the key from her hand.

Cheng Xuan was startled, and subconsciously grabbed her wrist from behind.

In this posture, the whole body is directly hung on Yao Yanyan's body.

The pleasant smell of disinfectant alcohol permeated Yayan, and the sound of her rapid breathing almost exploded in her ears. Cheng Xuan wrapped her arms around her coldly, refusing to let her move.

Yao Yanyan couldn't bear it.

"Cheng Xuan," Yao Yanyan didn't turn her head, looking down at the key in her hand and the slender fingers holding her hands.

"Yeah." Cheng Xuan wanted to cry without tears, and buried his forehead on Yao Yanyan's shoulder.

"Tell me the truth, is there someone hiding in your house?"

"No?" Cheng Xuan's tone was unbelievable.

"I...how can I hide someone?"

"Is that something?" Yao Yanyan asked.

Cheng Xuan's heart was pounding, and he nodded, "Yeah."

"Sex, interest... something like that?" Yao Yanyan stammered.

"What?" Cheng Xuan's eyes widened slightly.

"What the hell is that! What else could it be if it wasn't that!" Yao Yanyan turned her face to the side, facing Cheng Xuan's dark eyes.

It was as if a star had been lit, the lights in the apartment building were newly repaired, and it was much brighter. Yao Yanyan clearly saw Cheng Xuanxue's white earlobe flushed, and she didn't know if she was angry or shy.

"...not those messy things," Cheng Xuan said in an angry and aggrieved tone, "Sister, who do you think I am?"

Hearing her words, Yao Yanyan was slightly taken aback.

Who did she think of Cheng Xuan?

Five years ago, her room was still generous, but now, Cheng Xuan would not even give her the most ordinary invitation.

Was Cheng Xuan repelling her?

This cognition made Yao Yanyan calm down instantly, and she no longer insisted on exerting force with her hands.

"Look...then let you see, anyway, you know about the same," she said in a broken tone, she took Yayanyan's hanging left hand, aimed at the keyhole, and then turned it lightly.

With a "click", Yao Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Cheng Xuan.

Cheng Xuan's eyes were very dark, but too dark.

She got up slightly, patted Yao Yanyan on the back, and let her in.

"I'm sorry sister."

Yao Yanyan was slightly stunned, the door was opened a crack by Cheng Xuan, only for Yao Yanyan to enter.

Cheng Xuan stood at the door without moving, with his head down.

Yao Yanyan turned her head to look at her, suspicious in her heart, and walked into the house.

The sound of footsteps seemed to pass through Cheng Xuan's heart.

Intermittently, with a little hesitation, then the footsteps stopped.

—she saw it.

The calves in high heels were tired, Cheng Xuan stood against the wall, his whole body was tense, and his eyelashes were trembling.

It’s over.

Cheng Xuan regretted wanting to die, and was terrified to feel that he was thrown into the ice kiln, and his whole body was cold.

She should have hidden the paintings earlier, so as not to give her a chance to see them.

How many people in this world can catch her love?

She could only imagine her sister's reaction after seeing everything she'd worked so hard to hide.

Will be startled?Or the disgusting disgust in my heart?Or fear, thinking she is a psychopath, a lunatic.

Cheng Xuan lowered his head, Zhang Anna's shrill scolding voice was still vivid in his ears.

abnormal.

Neuropathy.

madman!

Her ears were filled with all kinds of insults, and she didn't even hear Yao Yanyan's footsteps returning from the house.

So when Yao Yanyan suddenly appeared at the door, Cheng Xuan was taken aback.

Yayan's plain white hands were placed on the door panel, and the warm white light in the room illuminated her brown hair, coating her whole body with a layer of light.

The taupe-colored dress is inlaid with broken diamonds, shining brightly. She looks like a fairy, with curved amber pupils.

"You bought those paintings of mine back then?!" Yao Yanyan was pleasantly surprised, "Oh! Have you been hiding these from me? What's there to hide? I've convinced you too, why don't you Tell me earlier that you bought it, I also want to thank..."

Words are interrupted by a hug.

Cheng Xuan hugged her tightly, trembling all over.

Yao Yanyan was stunned when she heard Cheng Xuan say, "I thought I would be hated by you again."

She hugged tightly.

Yao Yanyan didn't push her, but raised her hand, stroking her back lightly and unskillfully.

"What are you afraid of? How can I hate you because of this?"

She speaks softly.

The materials fell to the ground with a clatter, and Yao Yanyan raised her arms to embrace her.

"Cheng Xuan, thank you."

"Thank me...what?" Cheng Xuanyu choked up, and cried again.

Yao Yanyan said with a smile, "Thank you for liking me so much."

"I know that I have a lot of shortcomings. I am timid, and I am used to avoiding things when things happen, and I have a lot of money..." Yao Yanyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and blinked, "I still...leave you here alone to deceive you , I'm the worst person in the world."

"No," Cheng Xuan hugged her, tears dripping down Yayanyan's bare back.

"...You are timid, and you are used to avoiding when things happen, so I will be braver and resist more. In my eyes, you are good inside and out," Cheng Xuan said intermittently, "I don't blame you, sister, you are on my side. In my heart... I am the best person in the world."

Yao Yanyan blushed when she said: "...Am I so good?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xuan hugged her and nodded.

Yao Yanyan didn't hesitate at all when she heard her promise, she blushed so much that she wanted to laugh.

What a fool.

Silly, it hurts.

Yao Yanyan remembered the look in Cheng Xuan's eyes when he opened the door just now.

It was as if the glass was about to shatter, so Yao Yanyan tried her best to put on a smiling face, for fear that the emotion on her face was wrong and it would hurt Cheng Xuan's heart.

The reflection of the two hugging each other was projected on the ground, and Yao Yanyan gently rubbed Cheng Xuan's shoulder with her profile.

"Cheng Xuan, let's go home, there is still work to do."

"Oh...um." Cheng Xuan wiped his flushed face twice with the back of his hand, helped Yao Yanyan move the luggage into the room, and then closed the door.

She felt a little uneasy, but Yayanyan felt at ease, dragged a chair out, took the materials and carbon water pens and bent down on the table to draw circles.

Cheng Xuan stood by the table and asked, "Sister, have you had dinner tonight?"

"I didn't eat it," Yao Yanyan raised his eyes.

Cheng Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, "Let me see what I can do for you."

"Okay, thank you, remember to make two servings, you have to eat too." Yao Yanyan smiled at her, and then busy with the materials in hand.

Cheng Xuan responded, looked at her twice, and walked to the kitchen.

Most of the ingredients in the refrigerator were prepared by Meng Chengyan, mostly half-finished beef and chicken breasts.

Cheng Xuan brought out the beef and a bag of noodles, planning to make two servings of beef noodles.

When it was finished and brought over, Yao Yanyan was still drawing the materials.

She is smart, knows the general idea, and works very fast, and the thick stack of materials has been bottomed out in such a short time.

Cheng Xuan sat across from her, and after the two had finished eating, Yao Yanyan asked her to go back to sleep first.

"Sister, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep, I'm done with work soon, go to sleep, don't stay up late." Yao Yanyan pushed her.

"Then sister, where are you going to sleep for a while?" Cheng Xuan turned around, licked his lower lip and asked.

"Don't you have a second bedroom in this house?" Yao Yanyan asked.

"The second bedroom has no mattress." Cheng Xuan blinked.

Yao Yanyan looked at her for a while, "Oh, then I'll sleep on the sofa and make do for the night."

Cheng Xuan frowned, and the words "Let's sleep together" circled around his mouth, he was embarrassed to say it.

Cheng Xuan muttered for a while, then took Yao Yanyan's wrist and gave it a light squeeze.

"I'll sleep on the sofa, sister, you can sleep in the bedroom later."

"Hey? No need, can you fall asleep on the sofa?" Yao Yanyan frowned, but she was actually a little happy because of her suggestion.

Yao Yanyan has always been nervous, sleeping on the sofa is likely to cause insomnia.

"Yes, I slept well." Cheng Xuan said, put down his hands, went to the back room, picked up the quilt and pillow, and put them on the sofa.

But after a while, Yao Yanyan felt that it was unnecessary for her to come to help today.

The sofa in Cheng Xuan's house was set up opposite the table, and Cheng Xuan lay down on his side, facing her side.

Yao Yanyan always felt that a gaze fell on her, and when she turned her head, she met Cheng Xuan's dark eyes.

She was covered with a snow-white and fluffy air-conditioned quilt, her long black hair hung down, revealing her snow-white forehead and eyes.

When their eyes met, Cheng Xuan would ask her.

"Sister, are you done?"

Yao Yanyan looked at her, flustered, blinked twice hastily to look away, and said nothing.

This section was played several times in one night, dragging down Yao Yanyan's work progress in a straight line.

It wasn't until [-]:[-] that Yao Yanyan finished everything.

She stretched, turned off the reading light on the table, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Cheng Xuan, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Sister." She called her.

Yao Yanyan paused and turned around.

Cheng Xuan's eyes were black and bright, curved, looking very gentle.

"I like you, good night."

Yao Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly turned around, but she was facing the oil painting hanging on the wall.

In the polar night, a few bright stars are dotted on the pitch-black canvas.

Yao Yanyan's eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly walked towards the back room.

-

The next day, Yao Yanyan woke up quite early.

Maybe it was because she stayed up late, she slept very deeply, didn't dream, and slept until dawn.

Sitting on the big bed in the bedroom with black and white minimalist decoration style, she was stunned for a moment, thinking of last night.

Oh, she slept at Cheng Xuan's house last night.

Yao Yanyan walked out wearing black slippers one size bigger, and smelled a porridge scent, but did not see Cheng Xuan.

"Cheng Xuan?" Yao Yanyan called out, but she didn't hear a response. When she walked to the table, she found a pink sticky note on the snow-white marble table.

[Thank you sister, the information is well done, I went to the company, the kitchen cooked porridge, if the porridge is cold, sister remember to warm it up before drinking. 】

The author has something to say: I'm speechless, I have nothing to say, I've been scrolling for two days, and it's really easy to get distracted when I send texts on my mobile phone! 【scratch the heart and scratch the lungs】