marital love

Wen Yao felt that one should not just look at people on the surface, although sometimes it is undeniable that they judge people by their appearance, but she thinks that Yan Sui's ten fingers do not touch the spring water is her biggest misunderstanding of him.

After getting in the car, Wen Yao put her hands on her stomach, to be honest, she was a little bit stretched.

Yan Sui was sitting next to her, so he could see her movements clearly.

As if unintentionally, he said, "How was your chat with Lin Anhe?"

"Well...it's okay."

After eating and drinking, it is unavoidable to feel drowsy. If it wasn't for his sudden noise, Wen Yao would have almost closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The brief answer was followed by silence.

Wen Yao thought about eating people with soft mouths and short hands, Yan Sui was very sincere tonight, she changed her posture slightly to refresh her mind, and said: "She is very easy to get along with, and if she is there on the birthday party, there should be no What."

Having said that, Wen Yao actually felt that it would be difficult for others to bully her with her character of not wanting to suffer.

She feels that Yan Suizai is making a big fuss over this matter, but thinking about Yan's family is unfamiliar to her, and it is all unknown, and she can understand it.

"That's good." The man's voice was calm, without any emotion.

Wen Yao also stopped speaking.

After returning to Huainan Bay, it was getting late, Yan Sui turned to go to the study, Wen Yao shrank into bed after washing up, yawning.

Falling asleep quickly, even Yan Sui didn't know when he went back to the bedroom and went to bed.

Waking up early in the morning, Wen Yao was sluggish all over.

Opening her eyes, she saw the man's chest rising and falling with her breathing. She stared blankly for a minute before slowly moving her gaze down.

Involuntarily holding his breath, he lowered his eyes and looked down.

Yan Sui wrapped her in his arms, and put one hand on her waist. The distance between them was very close, and the heat on their bodies was entangled.

At most, his eyes stopped on his lower abdomen, the light in the bed was no brighter than the outside, and he couldn't see clearly.

Wen Yao stretched out her hand slowly, raised her eyes and stared nervously at Yan Sui's peaceful sleeping face, while quietly lifting the quilt to let the light fall, making her vision clearer.

She lowered her head to look, but unfortunately, because Yan Sui was asleep on her side, she could only see a few bits and pieces of the tattoo, but couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Wanting to see more clearly, Wen Yao rolled her throat involuntarily, her hands trembling slightly, and touched Yan Sui's abdominal muscles.

It was almost so hot that her hands trembled.

Wen Yao couldn't help but feel a little hotter and more nervous, and her breathing started to rise.

She wanted to turn Yan Sui over, at least to lie flat.

I put my hand on it and pushed it lightly, but he didn't move.

But she couldn't help but linger on his abdominal muscles a few more times, not to mention, it was really comfortable to touch.

Just when she was about to push him again, a big hand suddenly dropped from the back of her neck, holding her, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yao's heart was beating like thunder, and her soul almost flew off.

She raised her head abruptly, swallowed her saliva, her eyes were wide and round, "When did you wake up?"

Yan Sui lowered his eyelids, and he didn't look sleepy at all. Instead, he looked refreshed and squinted at her from a high angle, "When you touched me for the first time."

Wen Yao's ears burned instantly, her face flushed, she moved her lips, not knowing what to say to explain her behavior.

She just kept burying her head in the bed, but was so close to Yan Sui that she leaned directly on his chest.

It's like a poor little guy who has no place to look for a place to hide himself after making a mistake.

Yan Sui hooked the corners of his lips silently, and then flattened them.

Without giving Wen Yao a chance to dodge, he pulled the man out of his chest, stared at her dodging eyes, "Huh? Why didn't you speak."

Wen Yao tugged at the quilt, trying to cover her eyes, but Yan Sui didn't let her go, the man leaned down a little, almost sticking to her cheek, and held her hand warmly, and squeezed it in the palm of his hand. Play around.

"Want it?"

The top of Wen Yao's head was almost on fire, she was extremely ashamed, "... who would have thought that!"

"I don't want to seduce me early in the morning."

I was really afraid that the more he went on, the more out of tune he would be, so Wen Yao blushed and said hastily, "I'm just curious!"

Yan Sui's eyes fell on her face for a moment, and his tone contained a slight smile, "What are you curious about?"

Wen Yao held back.

He struggled to pull out his hand, his heart was beating fast, and he didn't dare to look at him: "It's just your tattoo, I didn't see it clearly before, but I suddenly thought of it just now, I just want to see it, it doesn't have any other meaning..."

"Oh." He still smiled.

Neither believe it nor believe it.

For the sake of her own innocence, Wen Yao continued: "Really, I have absolutely no other ideas."

"Is it."

Wen Yao nodded like pounding garlic.

Yan Sui looked at her, then moved his fingers to lift the quilt away.

Slightly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, with a generous, but half-smile expression, "Look."

Wen Yao bit her lip, tangled, and a little moved.

After pulling for a few moments, I boldly looked over.

At a glance.

retracted.

Another look.

Several times and three times.

Confirming her guess, she pointed to his tattoo and asked, "Is this... an iris?"

Yan Sui's eyes froze and fell on her tightly, with a strong sense of oppression.

Wen Yao's scalp tingled instantly, not knowing why his sudden change.

Wen Yao was a little out of breath as his gaze seemed to have substance, and he clutched the bed sheet tightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yan moved his fingertips slightly, staring at her without looking away, with an inquiring look, but his face remained calm, "Why do you say it's an iris flower?"

Wen Yao frowned, and said, "When Lin Anhe visited her greenhouse yesterday, I saw the dried flower specimens she made. I thought it was a bit like your sashimi. She said it was an iris, so I asked."

"So it is."

As his voice fell, the persuasive gaze also disappeared.

Wen Yao looked up at him.

Seeing a trace of disappointment across his face very quickly, before he even had time to catch it, it had already disappeared.

She was slightly taken aback, a little confused.

Just when the alarm clock rang.

Just as Wen Yao had an excuse to leave, she hurriedly said: "I'm going to wash up first."

Yan Sui looked at her fleeing back, looked away after a long time, and raised his hand to pinch the center of his brow.

He thought just now that she remembered.

But it was just a mistake.

Wen Yao went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her backhand, touched her hot face, and calmed her breathing.

After a while, I went to brush my teeth.

She thought about Yan Sui's sudden strangeness just now, she was a little absent-minded, and she simply couldn't figure it out, so she lowered her head and quickened her movements.

After the delay in meeting Lin Anhe this time, Wen Yao was free again in three days.

She contacted Ye Zhi immediately after work, and the other party quickly answered, "Aren't you going to work overtime today?"

Wen Yao lowered her head and looked at her heels. The high heels she hadn't worn for a while actually rubbed her feet a little bit, and they were red and a little painful. Such things, staring at the computer and not moving, the ass is about to get big."

Ye Zhi smiled, "Then I have to think about whether I should use you as my model, or if the figure is out of shape, it won't have that effect."

"Superficial." Wen Yao snorted angrily, and said, "You're in the company, right? I'm here to look for you?"

Ye Zhi replied: "Yes."

Wen Yao hung up the phone, took a taxi there, and sent a message to Yan Sui on the way, telling her about her meeting with Ye Zhi.

I don't know if it's because he's still busy, but after Wen Yao arrived at Ye Zhi's company, I didn't receive any reply from him.

Wen Yao didn't take it to heart either, anyway, she had already reported the itinerary, so she had done what Mrs. Yan should have done.

Wen Yao looked for it with ease, but after not coming to Ye Zhi for a while, she found that many places had changed.

"Here we come." Ye Zhi raised her head from the drawing when she heard footsteps, and nodded at Wen Yao.

Her office is in a mess, with mannequins, cut fabrics, scattered drawings... Wen Yao has actually gotten used to it, avoiding some objects and walking over, picked up the two scissors on the ground and put them away.

"Why did you block the door? I thought I was in the wrong place."

Ye Zhi bowed her head, holding a paintbrush to modify the details, and replied without raising her head: "Fortune."

"..."

I really didn't see it.

Ye Zhi said, "Didn't you see that there are two more things on the showcase?"

Wen Yao thought about it, "The cat and the golden toad?"

Ye Zhi finally finished, she straightened up, clapped her hands, and added calmly and relaxedly: "It's the beckoning cat and the three-legged golden toad."

Wen Yao pursed her lips, and then complained: "Good soil."

"What's not earthy? It's important to make money. You see, I still have some here." Ye Zhi brushed away the messy papers on the desk, and pointed to one place.

Wen Yao looked over and pulled her lips: "Pixiu."

Ye Zhi gave her an appreciative look, "Good vision."

Wen Yao laughed.

Ye Zhi waved her hand, "Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, I have finally brought you here. The venue and scenery have already been prepared, come with me."

Wen Yao followed.

There is a series of new outfits to be photographed consecutively, including makeup, so the time is tight and the task is heavy.

When Wen Yao changed to the first set and came out, Ye Zhi touched her chin bemusedly, "It's almost the same as before, and the butt is not too big."

Wen Yao rolled her eyes at her, feeling that she had gained weight, and the mermaid skirt seemed to wrap her waist a little tight, for fear that it would be torn.

She looked at herself in the mirror, she was pretty but she was pretty.

But the next sentence Ye Zhi said was: "I heard that after marriage, both men and women tend to gain weight. I think this is quite reasonable. You look much rounder than before."

Wen Yao was admiring it, but when she heard this, her expression froze, "Do you want to shoot? If you don't, I'll leave."

Ye Zhi smiled, and stepped forward to help her trim her hair, "Shoot, why don't you shoot, if you leave, where can I find such a beautiful model?"

After she finished speaking, she took advantage of the situation and touched Wen Yao's waist, acting like a hooligan.

After shooting one set after another, after more than two hours, Wen Yao's posture became a little stiff. She was wearing high heels all the time, and she changed a few pairs during the period, and her heels hurt.

Taking advantage of the time to drink water and rest, Wen Yao asked Ye Zhi, "How much is left to be filmed?"

Ye Zhi was communicating with the photographer, when she heard her voice, she lowered her head and looked at the time, "It's almost there, there are three sets left."

Wen Yao nodded, took another sip of water, thought of her mobile phone, and took it out of her bag.

Swiping the screen, there were other messages, but Yan Sui didn't reply.

She frowned unconsciously and stared at it for a few seconds.

Ye Zhi: "Yaoyao, have you rested, hurry up and finish the filming and we can call it a day."

"Okay." Wen Yao unconsciously exhaled, and put away the phone.

When the filming was finally finished at around 40:[-], she was relieved.

My back hurts.

Wen Yao grabbed his arm and squeezed it, "Do you have a band-aid?"

Ye Zhi: "Yes, what's the matter? Where did you get hurt?"

Wen Yao raised her foot to signal, "Shoes, rub your feet."

Ye Zhi tilted her head to look, and saw that the skin was worn away, her eyebrows furrowed in an instant, and she searched for the band-aid, "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Wen Yao smiled, said nothing, took off her shoes and relaxed.

Maybe it's really fat, and even the instep is deformed by the edge of the shoe.

She rubbed it a few times, waiting for Ye Zhi to get the bandage.

Ye Zhi quickly came over, still holding povidone iodine in his hand, "Use this to wipe and disinfect."

"No need." Wen Yao raised her hand, "A Band-Aid will do."

"How does this work."

Wen Yao tore off the wound sticker, leaned over to look at the wound, wiped the surrounding area with a tissue, and blew a few breaths, "Why not, save a little trouble, it's not so hypocritical."

As he spoke, he posted it directly.

Ye Zhi disagreed, "It's hot now, you'll know it's serious when it rots and festers."

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows, "Can't you just hope that I get better?"

Ye Zhi knew her, no matter what he made up his mind, even ten cows would not be able to bring her back, so he would not persuade her anymore.

Turning to other topics, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, this is not waiting for your treat."

Ye Zhi turned around to tidy up, picked up her bag, "Okay, seeing how hard you've worked so hard today, my sister will take you to have a big meal, and relax by the way."

Wen Yao thought about killing her ruthlessly, her lips curled up and said, "It must be expensive and delicious."

Ye Zhi shook the car key, her beautiful eyes rolled, "Put on your shoes and let's go."

After a pause, she looked at her high-heeled shoes, "Can I still walk? Do you want to change a pair? I have flat shoes here, but you also know that my shoe size is bigger than yours."

Wen Yao stuffed her feet into her high-heeled shoes again, stood up and took two steps, "I said it's not so hypocritical, why can't I leave, hurry up, sister Zhi, I'm really hungry."

Ye Zhi teased her frivolously: "Look at how anxious you are."

Coincidentally, the place for dinner tonight also served sweet pumpkin soup. After Wen Yao tasted it, she didn't think it tasted as good as Yan Sui's, but the candied kumquat after the meal was not bad.

After eating, Ye Zhi planned to take Wen Yao to play.

Wen Yao glanced at the time, "Or another day? It's a bit late."

Ye Zhi took her phone away, "Where do you have time after you go to work? What time do you want to change to another day? It's only eleven o'clock now, so what if you go to the bar for more than half an hour?"

She was suspicious: "Or, your husband is strict."

Wen Yao laughed, and took back the phone, "What are you talking about?"

Looking down at the message, Yan Sui still didn't reply to the message. He probably was busy and didn't have time, so he agreed after thinking about it.

"That's fine, let's go." She said, "I've always thought about getting my hair done, but I never had a chance. After returning to China, I only had my nails done once, and it broke when I was playing Wen Yumian."

Ye Zhi: "The company will let you do nail art work?"

Wen Yao: "I didn't say it's not allowed. Anyway, I think someone did it. Maybe the department is different. If other departments are free, they have time."

Ye Zhi has been spending a lot of time in her own company recently, busy with the launch of new clothes, and has no chance to come out for entertainment. It is a rare opportunity to order a lot of wine with Wen Yao.

Wen Yao couldn't stop her, so she had to remind: "I won't see you off when you're drunk."

Ye Zhi didn't take it seriously, "How about your sister's drinking capacity, don't you know?"

In fact, Wen Yao hasn't drank for a long time, and she's a little hungry.

But because he was outside, he still restrained himself somewhat.

After two cups, Ye Zhi let go of her whole body, pointed to the crowd of demons dancing on the dance floor and said to Wen Yao, "Will you go?"

"No." In the past, she still had the heart to dance, but now it's different, it's better to avoid suspicion.

Ye Zhi cut her voice, "It's boring, and she said that she is not a strict husband."

Wen Yao: "...Really not."