marital love

Intense discussions around.

Wen Yao silently stuffed something into his mouth, and his speed increased.

Ida didn't even bother to eat, and wentssiped happily with the person opposite, and when her eyes lingered away from Yan's body, she turned her head and glanced at Wen Yao, and was taken aback for a moment, a little dumbfounded.

Then he joked: "Look at the child who is hungry, his face is almost buried in the bowl."

Wen Yao: "..."

ida: "Another bowl?"

"... no."

She ate in a hurry, a little choked, took a sip of the soup, then slowly packed up her things and stood up, "I've finished eating, you eat slowly, Sister Meng also explained something, so I won't wait for you."

The others didn't say much, still immersed in the influence of Yan Sui.

When Wen Yao left the cafeteria, he glanced behind him, but Yan Sui was nowhere to be seen.

After entering the elevator, she pressed the floor button, leaned slightly against the car wall, and looked at the ground with her eyelashes drooping.

I'm a bit empty, and I can't tell whether it's a loss or something else, and I feel a little bit unmotivated.

She thought about it carefully, and concluded that it was caused by eating too much.

After all, it is inevitable to be lazy and just want to lie down after eating and drinking.

After going upstairs, because it is time for meals and rest after get off work, the floor looks empty.

Before she had gone far, Wen Yao heard someone calling her name behind her.

She looked back suspiciously, and saw a man in a plaid shirt holding a bouquet of pink carnations in his hands. He stepped forward and handed the flowers to the front, "Is this the flower you ordered?"

Wen Yao nodded, "Yes."

It was ordered for Mrs. Qin before.

The man in front of me looks familiar. The company has access control, and couriers are not allowed to deliver upstairs. Most of the time, they are placed downstairs, and there are special internal personnel to deliver. Many people in ida and departments like to buy things online, and the address is usually filled in. In the company, this person has been to the 31st floor many times before, and she has an impression.

Wen Yao was walking towards the work station with the flowers in her arms. On the way, she met two people from other departments, their eyes lit up, their expressions were a little teasing, and they winked at her.

"Fair, who sent these flowers? Could it be from one of your suitors?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, Fair is married, this flower must have been given by her husband..."

Knowing that they like to gossip, Wen Yao didn't hide it: "You all misunderstood, this is bought to visit the partner, and it is the wife of President Hang Ruiqin before."

Although they are not in the same department, they still know something more or less. Hearing the words, he is a little bit uninterested, and seems disappointed that there is nothing interesting.

Wen Yao smiled and left with the flowers in her arms.

She looked down, and there was a sticky note on the edge of the flower, with a few words of blessings such as wishing good health written on it.

Thinking of the conversation just now, I felt that Yan Sui probably didn't have the leisure to send her flowers, looking at the deserted person, he guessed that he had no romantic cells.

She found a place to put the flowers, and watered the flowers with a spray can. She fiddled with the flower clusters with her fingertips.

Not long after, people came into the office one after another, looking at her, they would ask who sent the flowers. Wen Yao explained with a smile, after putting down the kettle, she pulled a tissue to wipe her hands, and when she sat down, she picked up her phone and found that there was a flower on it. A message from Yan Sui.

——After the morning meeting, her cell phone was always on silent, and she didn't notice someone sent a message just now.

Looking at the time, it was 2 minutes ago.

She crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can under the table, and tapped the phone screen with one hand.

Y: What did you eat today?
Wen Yao:?
Y: I see you eat seriously, is it delicious?

Wen Yao sat up straight: ...It's just some stir-fried chicken. Today's chestnut roast chicken is okay.

Y; together next time.

? ?
Who will follow you next time.

Oh no, who is with you.

Wen Yao pursed her lips, refusing to take up the topic, but still politely asked him what he had for lunch.

Y: Didn't eat.

Didn't eat?

Wen Yao frowned invisibly, he went to the cafeteria specially once, but didn't even eat.

Wen Yao: Not hungry?
Y; busy.

Wen Yao understood.

Don't be fooled.

He had time to hang out in the cafeteria, but he didn't have time to eat, and now he came to her and pretended to be innocent. Wen Yao had learned from the past several times, and this time he remained resolutely indifferent and calm.

But superficial skills still have to be done well: No matter how busy you are, you have to eat, and your body is important.Stop chatting, I'm also busy.

After typing this line, Wen Yao read it again and again, making sure that Yan Sui couldn't catch any loopholes before sending it.

Then he put down his phone and picked up a mug and went to the tea room. When he met a colleague, the two chatted and laughed.

"Fair, do you have anything to do later?"

"No."

"ida said that she brought a massage tool, and she can borrow it later when she is resting. I am facing the computer every day, and my neck and shoulders hurt..."

Wen Yao: "Isn't there a fitness room downstairs, and there are also massagers."

"They're all men. It's rare to squeeze with them. It's not worth seeing. It's not bad if you don't have a big belly."

Wen Yao laughed.

...

After the message was sent, Yan Sui saw it immediately.

Immediately laughed.

In Wen Yao's words, the desire to end the conversation is very urgent.

Still a little vigilant, not as easy to deceive as before.

Also did not reply again.

When he looked up and saw Song Yicen unintentionally, the smile on his face stopped, his eyes fell on his actions, and his brows frowned slightly, "If you have nothing else to do, then leave, my tree is well maintained, don't you Watered me to death."

Song Yicen paused, then poured the watering can into it again, with a hint of vindictiveness, "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, if I didn't see your tree dry up to death in hot weather, who would want to water it for you? Shui, if you open your mouth, it's either disgusting or driving people away. When you came to my house some time ago, I was very polite to you and served you with good tea.

Yan Sui watched him tossing blankly.

There are some potted green plants in the office, and this fortune tree grows the best. Usually, it is handed over to the subordinates to take care of it. Occasionally, when the mood comes up, Yan Sui will take care of it himself.

Although the weather is hot, but kept indoors, coupled with careful cooking, all kinds of green plants are particularly pleasing, and there is no sign of death as Song Yicen said.

"You took the wrong medicine?"

Song Yicen: "..."

He put the watering can aside, then swaggered to the sofa and sat down.

Yin-Yang said casually, "Isn't it? You are the most serious, and you laughed like you made hundreds of billions when you sent a message to your wife. I don't know who it is, what did you say at the beginning..."

He paused, as if thinking about it, and said with a sneer, "Oh, he said he was worried about being troubled and disgusting, and he kept saying that he didn't care for others. Now, hmph."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the snort had already expressed his thoughts.

"This time is different from the past."

Yan Sui looked calm.

Song Yicen looked at his calm and calm attitude, and complained about it, and he had to mention serious things.

Let's get back to business, "You said that Lin Anhe was taking care of Wen Yao for the second master Yan's birthday. The two of them have never met, and they don't know each other. Tomorrow she happens to be free. How about going out for dinner tonight?"

"can."

Yan Sui also had this plan before, but now that he mentioned it, he agreed.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Song Yicen with an intriguing expression, "Going out to eat? Why do I remember that Lin Anhe was photographed eating out and having a room with a man."

"If you don't go out to eat, could it be at your house?"

Song Yicen's face darkened when he mentioned this, "When did Young Master Yan become such a gossip?"

Yan Sui held himself proudly: "I have heard a little bit about it, but I see that you have some color."

As for what color it is, it's obvious.

When he was having dinner with Wen Yao before, she was looking at her phone, and when she snatched it over, the page stopped at Lin Anhe's scandal. He just scanned it briefly, but only had a little impression.

Song Yicen's expression was exciting for a moment, and then he returned to calm. He said in a nonchalant tone: "A group of boring people are just chasing after the wind, and there will be no next time."

He sneered: "In the future, no one who is not afraid of death will dare to shoot."

Yan Sui was noncommittal, his expression was as usual.

"Is the restaurant booked?"

Song Yicen said, "I'm not here to ask your opinion?"

Yan Sui nodded, and said a second later: "It's your home."

Song Yicen squinted at him, "If you cook the kitchen yourself, I can lend you the kitchen for the time being."

Yan Sui looked over, and said in a casual tone, "It's a beautiful idea."

Song Yicen: "It is said that dreaming is dreaming. If you don't dream, where did you come from? Isn't this a chance for you to express yourself?"

He rubbed his chin, and said slowly: "Wen Yao knows you can cook. Are you good at cooking? Could it be that you never cooked for her when you were dating?"

Yan Sui's culinary art theory is definitely not as good as a high-level professional, but pampered sons like them are basically untouchable, and Yan Sui is the only outlier in their circle.

Song Yicen was lucky enough to taste his culinary skills, and he was shocked, even a little obsessed with it.

This time I have to exploit Yan Sui a few more times, I'm really sorry for the situation he organized.

"of course."

Yan Sui didn't hide anything, and admitted it directly, and continued: "Many times, she likes it very much, and she is full of praise every time."

Song Yi Cen looked at him quietly, showing off so clearly that he is not a fool, so he could hear it naturally, then he ground his teeth and snorted coldly, "Prefer sex over friends."

Yan Sui was calm.

Speaking of eating, Song Yicen came here on an empty stomach, he stood up and looked at his watch: "Have you eaten yet, make an appointment?"

Yan Sui: "I've eaten, no appointment."

Song Yicen: "Fortunately, I watched the time to find it, if I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have come."

It was also hurt by him, annoying.

Yan Sui put his phone aside, took down a few documents that had not been reviewed and approved, and said without changing his expression, "The company cafeteria is still open at this time, you can go."

"Hey."

"Your body is important, let's go."

"Hey."

"The door is over there."

"...Yan Huaixu, is it difficult for you to be a human being?"

Yan Sui raised his eyelids and looked over, his pretty lips moved slightly: "Get lost."
.
Song Yicen slammed the door and left.

Yan Sui curled up a faint smile.

The phone rang.

He glanced sideways, saw the incoming call, and furrowed his eyebrows calmly, his smile faded until it disappeared.

The word "old house" is clearly visible.

...

Wen Yao followed Tang Meng to the hospital with flowers, and she also carried a lot of things in her hand, all of which were sincere.

On the way, the two chatted about Hang Rui and Mrs. Qin's son, Qin Kang.

Tang Meng said: "I don't know if you paid attention to one thing two days ago. Qin Kang went to the clubhouse to play with a woman and treated her like a princess. She almost killed her."

"I've never heard of it, what happened next?"

Wen Yao really didn't know, although she also had a project to connect with and follow Hang Rui, she really didn't bother to inquire about things other than work.

Tang Meng disdainfully said, "I've kicked the iron plate. These rich sons really don't know the sufferings of the world. Hang Rui's current situation is so sluggish. He doesn't think about his family and is still playing happily outside. That woman is not easy to provoke Yes, it is said that her man has a dark background, the copycat beat him up, and now Qin Kang is still in the hospital."

Wen Yao said: "If he can really consider for the Qin family, he won't owe so many debts."

"It's true. It is said that the tiger father has no dogs. This one is probably a genetic mutation. Mr. Qin is too busy for the company, and Mrs. Qin is a sick child. He is very good at making trouble." Tang Meng sighed.

Wen Yao said to the point: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite."

Tang Meng suddenly burst out laughing, and looked at her, "That's the reason, but it sounds weird to me when you say it."

Wen Yao was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Tang Meng shook her head, "I can't tell."

She jokingly asked: "That's right, you are all married and have your own small family. How does it feel to be married?"

Wen Yao didn't know how to answer these words, and after two seconds he summed up: "It's okay."

Marrying Yan Sui and living in Huainan Bay is much more comfortable and relaxing than living in Wen's house. There is no need to face those disgusting faces, and there are fewer yin and yang disputes.

Tang Meng was dissatisfied with her answer, "It's just okay? Is there nothing else? For example, have you quarreled after marriage? The feeling of sharing the same bed is better or worse than when you were in love before. When do you plan to have a baby?" Children or something?"

Wen Yao's eyelids twitched involuntarily when she heard this, and she calmly chose one of them and answered without changing her expression: "Arguing, it's normal to have a small fight for three days and a big fight for five days."

As a single mother and fetus, Tang Meng's eyes widened slightly when she heard the words, then she blinked and asked curiously, "How is the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

She is most afraid of the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Although she is not married yet, and she doesn't even have a date, she still can't help trembling at the mention of these words.

"…fine."

Wen Yao hasn't seen Yan Sui's parents so far, and he said to go to see them before, but was delayed again and again, and his parents are probably no longer alive.

If Xiao Bichen can also be regarded as the role of "mother-in-law"...

Probably just barely satisfied with her.

After all, she followed Yan Sui first and then played, and then Xiao Bichen approached her and gave her a blow, but the usual contact was indeed not much, Wen Yao had never faced this kind of problem.

Tang Meng covered her heart and smiled, "That's good. Now I see those noisy mother-in-law and daughter-in-law on the Internet, and they directly show me fear of marriage, and you also know what it looks like when our industry is busy. It is harder for a woman to gain a firm foothold in the workplace than it is for a man, if I become a housewife because of marriage, then fuck him."

When she talked about this, she was very eager to talk: "Nursing the baby all day, doing housework, and spinning around the firewood, rice, oil and salt, I feel suffocated when I think about it."

"I have a friend from college who is like this. She got married early and didn't get along well with her mother-in-law. The old lady is brutal, and her husband is a scumbag. Not to mention cold and violent, and cheating, I wanted to take a knife and chop up that dog man's bird and throw it into the cesspit."

Wen Yao also hates cheating men, and agrees with Tang Meng's indignant words, "Then how is your friend doing now?"

"Leave, and take care of the children by myself." Tang Meng said, "My friend is a lawyer. When she got married, she was forced to resign and return to the family at the request of the man. It was a wrong step. Fortunately, she reined in the precipice. Her ex-husband was a bitch. Only when I left did I realize that I knelt down and confessed my mistake and wept bitterly, I deserved it."

Wen Yao thinks so.

Tang Meng clicked his tongue, sighed, slapped his thigh and said: "I will simply recruit a son-in-law in the future. The child has my last name, and the man will do all the housework. If you dare to be dishonest, you will kick him directly."

Wen Yao laughed, and bent her lips, "That's a good idea."

"Really." Tang Meng felt the same way, and shrugged again, "But I don't have money, let's talk about it when I have money."

Wen Yao: "...Then I wish you all your wishes in advance?"

Tang Meng: "..."

When the two arrived at the hospital, Wen Yao in the ward still remembered it.

As usual, Mrs. Qin's nurse Xiaoqian received him, "Why are you here again?"

Xiaoqian has an impression of Wen Yao, and has met him once before.

Wen Yao: "I heard that Mrs. Qin had an operation before and she is recovering well, so the company sent us to visit."

Xiaoqian frowned, but didn't let her go, and said, "Then you wait outside first, and I'll ask my wife."

She turned and went in.

Tang Meng breathed in her chest, surprised: "Are all the nurses so arrogant now?"

Wen Yao is not surprised when she is used to it, "After all, it is understandable to be serious, responsible and follow the rules when doing things with money."

Tang Meng laughed angrily.

Wen Yao said: "The last time Special Assistant He was stopped outside, he didn't enter the ward. I went alone."

Tang Meng moved her lips and was about to say something when the door of the ward opened.

Xiaoqian came out, looked at Wen Yao, then at Tang Meng, "Come in."

Wen Yao and Tang Meng looked at each other, then walked in.