marital love

Every word he said was harsh.

Wen Yao's movements were slightly stiff, and the smile on her lips froze for a moment, then she dismissed him indifferently, and brushed the hair on her shoulders as if she hadn't heard anything, "I didn't realize that Mr. Yan likes to joke so much .”

The man interrupted her guess without hesitation: "I never joke."

The distance between the two was completely widened, and the only smile left in Wen Yao's eyes disappeared with his words.

"So please respect yourself, Miss Wen."

Simply a jerk!
Wen Yao almost laughed out of anger.

The corners of her lips curled up in embarrassment, with an undisguised sarcasm on her face.

"Mr. Yan is really humorous. When he followed me up the stairs that night, he didn't refuse to say something that was not self-respecting. Now he beat him up, and his posture of standing up and down is disgusting."

The man didn't look at her, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be stimulated by her words, he looked extraordinarily cold and repulsive.

Wen Yao looked at him, and almost wanted to greet him in the next moment, but held back abruptly.

After all, she still needs his help now, so she can't offend people.

She held her breath, and pulled a stiff smile, "Mr. Yan, at eight o'clock tomorrow night, I wonder if I have the honor to treat you to a meal."

Only then did Yan Sui turn his gaze back to her, glanced at her lightly and then looked away uninterestedly, "I thought I made it clear enough, I'm very busy, if Miss Wen wants to make an appointment, you can go to my assistant."

Wen Yao was stunned, and felt that this sentence was particularly familiar, and it was only when he recalled carefully that he seemed to have said that to Wen Yumian in the North Pavilion that day.

And the original sentence is: I am usually busy, if Miss Wen is afraid of being disturbed, you can ask my assistant about my itinerary.

Miss Wen.

There are two Miss Wen present.

Wen Yao sneered inwardly.

As expected of an investment banker, he is so well versed in the metaphor of killing two birds with one stone.

Today was considered a bad start, Wen Yao had no intention of entanglement with him, she raised her delicate chin slightly, and only said one sentence: "Pearl Restaurant, report my name, I hope Mr. Yan will come on time, don't let me down."

After the words fell, Wen Yao maintained her only calmness, and left with a slightly hasty pace.

As soon as she goes.

Song Yicen fumbled to find it, and nodded in Wen Yao's direction: "What did she tell you?"

It wasn't until he couldn't see her back that Yan Sui withdrew his gaze from her, and gave him a light glance, "It's nothing."

Song Yicen naturally didn't believe it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and teased him with a bit of teasing: "In the public, with regard to the battle you just had, I thought it would be done like no one else."

Yan Sui was noncommittal.

"However," he paused, then said with a clear smile, "It's probably because I didn't get any good fruit from you, and my face was so ugly when I left."

Yan Sui didn't say a word, and didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his eyebrows and eyes. He just picked up a glass of wine from the side and took a sip without revealing half of the scenery.

Song Yicen looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking: It's this indifferent and ruthless attitude that has hurt the hearts of many women in Lingchuan and made them retreat, but there are also bold ones.

For example, the notorious Miss Wen.

It's also courageous.

No wonder Huai Xu looked at him differently.

……

Wen Yao gasped and left the banquet. When she returned, she heard Wen Yumian and Jiang Shuliu's mother and daughter talking in the living room. When she caught a glimpse of her, she uttered even more brazenly: "Mianmian, just after Huaixu came back, your aunt Xiao I said I invited you to dinner, so I have to behave well this time, did you learn a piece of classical dance before? I heard from your aunt Xiao that she admires girls who can dance this kind of dance."

Wen Yumian looked shy and timid, and raised her voice as if to say to her: "Mom, I know, I also found out that Huai Xu also likes it, and often goes to see dance dramas with Aunt Xiao."

Wen Yao couldn't let out a bad breath. Hearing the mother and daughter singing together, she stepped on her high heels and went straight upstairs, pattering as if to pierce the floor.

Thinking maliciously, with your Wen Yumian's figure, who is so fat, Yan Sui would like you to see the devil.

Jiang Shuliu frowned when she heard that, and reminded dissatisfiedly: "Yaoyao, why don't you change your shoes when you go home, don't walk too fast, and be careful not to fall."

With a cold face, Wen Yao didn't even look at them, went back to the room, and slammed the door behind her.

Downstairs, Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian looked at each other, and then smiled triumphantly.

Wen Xuemin came back at night.

Jiang Shuliu announced at the dinner table that the Yan family invited them to dinner.

Wen Yao poked the rice in the bowl again and again, lacking in interest.

Until Jiang Shuliu said: "The location is booked at Mingzhu Restaurant, the environment there is also good, and you can see the river view."

Wen Yao stopped her movements calmly, her ears pricked up.

Wen Yumian was puzzled, "Mom, didn't you say you were still in the North Pavilion?"

Jiang Shuliu explained: "Your Aunt Xiao called in the afternoon and changed the location. The Pearl Restaurant is closer to Huaixu's company, so it's convenient for him to come."

Hearing that Wen Yumian's frowning brows were finally relaxed, she rolled her eyes sweetly, "So it's like this, Ah Xu is really busy, his work should be very hard."

Wen Yao twitched the corner of her mouth indifferently.

Please, in the investment bank, except for the top bosses, everyone else is not busy, trapeze people are also normal, okay?

She put down her chopsticks and took a sip of juice.

Jiang Shuliu's eyes turned to her, "Yaoyao, I'm sorry this time, I can't take you there, I hope you don't mind."

Wen Yao raised her beautiful fox eyes, put her hands on her knees, and nodded obediently: "It's okay, I just have something to do and I can't go."

Date in Mingzhu?

Maybe Yan Sui might be able to catch up after playing.

It's really busy.

Jiang Shuliu was suspicious, thinking that she was too easy to talk, and she would definitely refute and stab people in normal times.

But he didn't show it, and said with a smile: "That's good, Aunt Jiang is afraid that you will be offended, after all, this is your sister's blind date, and it would be awkward to have one more person."

Wen Yao smiled, her palm-sized face was extraordinarily delicate and beautiful under the light.

Wen Yumian next to her changed her mind, and looked at Wen Xuemin who was eating quietly, with deep meaning flashing across her eyes, she said inadvertently: "Don't keep talking about me, by the way, Dad, when will sister's blind date be put on the agenda? Sister's age She's still older than me, and if I get married before her, it would seem so unruly."

When this matter was mentioned, Wen Xuemin looked over with a straight face, "That's right, Yaoyao, have you contacted Xiao Shen?"

The little Shen in his mouth is Shen Zhuowei.

Lingchuan is well-known for being a playful son, the illegitimate son of the famous Shen family who can't stand on the stage, with a delicate white face, domineering and domineering, often tossing around among various women, he is slightly similar to her, Same notoriety.

Ironically, she is also her biological daughter.

Wen Xuemin's eccentricity can go to outer space.

Wen Yao opened her mouth without changing her face, and said, "Naturally, I contacted you, but Dad, you also know that Young Master Shen has no time to talk to me, an unknown person. So far, I haven't even responded."

Wen Xuemin frowned displeased, obviously very dissatisfied with Shen Zhuowei's behavior.

One Yan Sui, one Shen Zhuowei, the latter pales in comparison.

Wen Yumian held the water glass to cover her face, and raised the corners of her lips ironically in the blind spot where no one could see.

It doesn't matter how beautiful and eloquent you are, Wen Yao, if you are not a man, even men may not look up to you.

Some people desperately rushed to Rome, and some people were born in Rome, how could Wen Yaohe De compare with her, she was overconfident.

"Then you should be more proactive. You also know the company's difficulties, so don't mess around."

Wen Yao lowered her eyebrows and said, "Good dad."

After returning to the room, Wen Yao thought about today's events, sent a message to Ye Zhi to briefly explain, and then asked: How did you say it was such a coincidence that it was all in Mingzhu.

Ye Zhi was probably not in a hurry, she returned quickly, and was also very cold: Woman, please stop spreading your sentimental thoughts.

Wen Yao: ...

She was not convinced, and her mouth was stiff: What if it was indeed me who conquered him with my charisma?

Ye Zhi: Are you sure it's not the body?

Wen Yao was speechless.

Then Ye Zhi continued: I remember you seem to have a s figure, you have a c, right?
Wen Yao: ...Nonsense.

Ye Zhi: That’s fine, men are not all visual animals, if you go to him again, maybe you can really make him kneel down and sing conquest for you.

I can't talk anymore.

Wen Yao put away her mobile phone and pulled the quilt, and fell asleep with her face covered.

Probably because of her restlessness, she had a dream that night.

The room was silent, and the window screen was blown by the night wind, bringing a bit of coolness.

The Chinese-style ambient floor lamp stands upright in the corner, and the warm yellow light shines on the people who are sleeping peacefully on the lazy long table.

Suddenly, a car roared, waking up the sleeping person. Wen Yao, who was tortured by all kinds of data, opened her eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state.

Dazed to see the door of the room being pushed open.

A tall and straight man walked over slowly, her misty eyes fell on his trouser legs, she raised her head with difficulty, trying to see his face clearly.

The floor lamp was facing away from him, vaguely.

But she smelled a very clear and familiar breath, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to hug him, softly as if coquettish: "Aren't you too busy to say?"

"Ah."

The man hugged her horizontally, stroked her cold knees, and frowned slightly, "Why don't you go to bed and sleep?"

She muttered: "Dirty work is really annoying. It took me a long time to finish. I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open..."

Where is the time to go to bed and sleep.

Sinking into the soft bed, she clung to the man's neck and asked, "Are you going on a business trip soon, can you accompany me?"

"Probably not." The man's voice was low and hoarse, he grabbed her wrist and clasped it on top of her head.

She hummed softly to express her dissatisfaction.

The man seemed to smile, the curve of his lips was very shallow.

Then he pressed against her ear and coaxed her in a low voice, "But it's fine tonight."

As soon as the words fell, her lips were suddenly covered, but it was different from the gentleness and patience before, it seemed extraordinarily fierce and menacing.

She was in pain, and suddenly straightened her legs, trying to push him away.

As soon as his waist was raised, he was instantly overwhelmed by a forceful and tyrannical force.

She opened her eyes slightly, her whole body was imprisoned, and she wanted to speak, but she had no chance at all.

Until she couldn't breathe, she met a pair of cold and indifferent black eyes...

Wen Yao opened her eyes abruptly, and sat up in shock the next second.

Then he turned on the bedside lamp, panting and looking around nervously.

After a while, she rubbed her forehead with a headache.

He covered his sweaty face.

This is the Wen family in Lingchuan, and she is in her room, not the Wall Street apartment.