marital love

Looking at it from this angle, one can see his sharp chin, and one can know that he is a man who pays special attention to appearance and cleanliness.

Wen Yao put her arms around his neck, and when she got close, she could smell the faint scent of aftershave on his body, which was very clear and pleasant.

She stared at him intently, and involuntarily recalled a few minutes ago in her mind.

After the man said the words of carrying or hugging, he didn't give her a chance to react, and directly hugged her up with ease.

A simple move, he did it naturally and familiarly, as if he was used to it.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao's eyes flickered unconsciously, she smiled, and then slowly wrapped her fingertips around the edge of his collar, turning over and over the neatly folded precious fabric.

"I feel that Mr. Yan is especially good at hugging women, is he particularly experienced?"

The man didn't stop, but still walked forward calmly. Hearing this, he just glanced at her with lowered eyes, "Why, jealous?"

Wen Yao froze, unexpectedly he would answer like this, the corners of her mouth twitched, her slender white fingers casually passed over his neck, touching the warm skin.

"I admit that Mr. Yan is very attractive..."

"I remember that Miss Wen said that she has no covetous heart for me, and now she is going to go back on her word?"

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Wen Yao: "..."

"Sure enough, women are always duplicity, especially Miss Wen."

Ha ha.

Wen Yao couldn't laugh anymore, and the movements of her hands also stopped.

She was a little suspicious of those rumors and accents, saying that Yan Sui was indifferent, arrogant, and basically a female insulator, but how could she know a lot about him?

Listen to this one sentence after another, how narcissistic an excellent man is, he can even say such shameless words.

Silently entered the elevator.

Wen Yao let out a deep sigh of relief, put on a smile again, seeing Yan Sui's gentle and abstinent appearance, she couldn't help but want to make him lose control.

Her eyes fell on his neckline, carefully tied with a Windsor knot.

"Mr. Yan."

He lowered his eyebrows, his eyelashes were long, and the light in the elevator car was white, falling down to cast a light shadow under his eyelids.

Wen Yao couldn't help holding her breath, staring at his eyelashes.

How can someone be so superior, just have a handsome face, there is no flaw in every inch of the face, so delicate that even women are envious of it.

He didn't speak, just gestured to her with his eyes.

She didn't expose her absence.

After Wen Yao gradually pulled back her thoughts, her heart beat a little faster. She felt that it was too dangerous, so she subconsciously moved away from him.

But he forgot that he was in his arms.

This movement caused the man to tighten his strength suddenly, and she fell back into his chest.

He said calmly, "If Miss Wen wants to play hard to get, I suggest you come back at another time and place."

The man's indifferent voice made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. She wanted to refute, but felt speechless. She moved her lips slightly, and finally chose to shut up, honestly daring not to move any more.

But Wen Yao was a rebellious person, and it was difficult for her to really settle down, so after getting out of the elevator and arriving at the underground parking lot, she made a comeback.

"Mr. Yan."

He gave her a cool look.

Wen Yao didn't mind either.

She raised the corners of her lips, and asked in a delicate and soft voice: "Mr. Yan still helps me even though he knows that I have evil intentions, aren't you afraid that I will treat you lightly now?"

As she said that, she straightened her shoulders a little, and the sweet and sensual scent of perfume came closer. Her eyes were very bright, and she was looking at him shiningly.

"How dare you?"

The three words were concise and concise, without any emotion, without a trace of provocation or irony, and extremely calm.

Wen Yao smiled and said, "How do you know that I dare not?"

She leaned closer, breathing on his chin, with a provocative smile on her face.

Then get closer.

His eyes were fixed on him.

The distance between the red lips gradually moved closer.

Breath tangled.

The two pairs of eyes, one hot and the other cold, almost sparked.

Just when she was about to stick him.

Yan Sui suddenly let go of his hands.

"—!"

Wen Yao was caught off guard from falling, and the tense string in her mind broke instantly. She subconsciously exclaimed, and hugged his neck tightly.

After falling a certain distance, the man held her firmly.

Wen Yao was terribly frightened, her heart was beating violently, and she lost any thought of teasing him. She raised her head and stared at him in embarrassment: "Mr. Yan, did your joke go too far?"

He is taller, so holding her will naturally raise him even higher from the ground. Just now she was defenseless, if she didn't hold him in time or if he really didn't catch her, she would just fall straight to the ground, her buttocks falling apart A child is a trivial matter, but a problem with the spine is a major matter.

Yan Sui looked at her, his face, which had been teased and complacent just now, turned pale now, probably because he was really frightened.

The man didn't change his face when he was reprimanded, and said meaningfully: "When Qicun is still in the hands of others, Miss Wen must remember to keep her own place. Not everyone is as sympathetic as I am."

The implication is that you can't control the power of life and death, so you'd better be obedient and flattered, and don't do whatever you want.

Hearing what he said, Wen Yao almost broke her nails in her palms.

He pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

Heck.

It is true that the back tone can't detect his involvement with other women, or it may be hidden too deeply.

Wen Yao didn't know how he treated other women, but her night with him was not very easy.

Those handprints and a few teeth marks didn't show his pity at all. Wen Yao even felt that he was more like a hungry wolf who hadn't seen meat for a long time.

And just now, it was just to play with the ambiguity between adults, and to say high-sounding words were all excuses for themselves.

Wen Yao was very angry, and said coldly: "Mr. Yan can't afford it, why don't you say it earlier, what kind of skill is it to only scare women?"

Yan Sui suddenly stopped, his face darkened, but he still maintained a trace of courtesy, his eyes darkened: "In that case, Miss Wen can leave on her own."

After saying that, he directly put Wen Yao down.

While the gesture wasn't rude, it wasn't much better either.

Wen Yao was startled, and couldn't help biting her lower lip.

She didn't seem to expect that she really made him angry, but she was also angry, and she didn't want to bow her head. Anyway, she didn't know him well, and she didn't offend him once or twice. It doesn't matter if it happens more.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao suppressed the embarrassment and soreness in her heart, endured the pain in her ankle, and directly reached into her handbag.

Putting her down, Yan Sui didn't leave in a hurry, he seemed to be particularly concerned about his own image, he didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist, he sorted out his somewhat messy clothes on his own.

There was chaos in a hurry, the mobile phone and her hand were blocked by something, stuck in the handbag and could not be taken out.

Wen Yao lost her patience, frowned and pulled hard.

"Snapped--"

Something fell out and fell to the ground, and the sound echoed in the vast and silent parking lot.

She looked down.

Instantly constricted pupils.

Yan Sui paused slightly.

Two seconds later, looking for the sound.

There was a cold smile on the man's expressionless face. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he opened his lips slightly: "Miss Wen, why don't you explain?"