marital love

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Air stagnates.

Yan Sui put one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, his indifferent eyes swept over Wen Yao very briefly, stayed on her face for a second, and finally landed on the arm of the man next to him.

Wen Yao's white and slender hands rested on the black suit fabric, which was particularly conspicuous.

She reacted immediately, pretending not to see Yan Sui, ignoring his scrutiny, and using Zong Zhengqing's strength to stand firm.

Then thank you again.

The other party's tone was calm, and he said softly, "You're welcome."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them got out of the elevator by mistake.

When they passed by, Wen Yao smelled a faint smell of tobacco on Yan's body, which was different from the usual clear smell, but a strong and pungent smell, a little choking.

Wen Yao frowned slightly, quickened her pace, and avoided it with disgust.

In all fairness, she really doesn't like men smoking, but she appreciates the leisurely and lazy attitude of men when they smoke very vulgarly.

This can be regarded as a quirk of hers, especially in places like bars, where she quietly spy on the appearance of other people puffing.

Wen Yao left side by side with Zong Zhengqing slowly.

"Counting just now, Mr. Zongzheng has helped me twice, and I am very sorry for dirtying your clothes. If Mr. Zongzheng doesn't mind, I am willing to compensate or provide cleaning services."

The woman's soft and pleasant voice sounded in a moderate tone, her words were sincere and serious.

"It's just a trivial matter, Miss Wen doesn't have to worry about it."

"Mr. Zongzheng has a kind heart."

"Miss Wen is a very interesting person."

"Thank you. It's the first time someone has praised me like this. I'm flattered. It's an honor to meet Mr. Zongzheng so much."

The man seemed to make a short, shallow laugh.

I can't tell whether I agree or just feel happy because of this,
Gradually disappear.

Followed by footsteps of different movements.

Yan Sui withdrew his hand from his pocket and pressed the elevator.

Watching the two people drifting away, they disappeared from his field of vision.

His expression remained the same, without any change.

until the elevator door is fully closed.
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Zong Zhengqing's assistant and driver, Ah Ren, had been waiting outside for a long time.

When he saw someone, he immediately stepped forward respectfully and opened the car door.

Wen Yao parted ways with him here.

With a calm voice, the man asked softly, "Where is Miss Wen going? If I drop by, I can take you by the way."

The hot evening wind gently blew her soft hair, Wen Yao stretched out her hand to stroke behind her ear, turned her head to look at him, and their eyes met.

She smiled slightly, "By the way, but I still have some things to deal with, so I won't bother Mr. Zongzheng."

Regarding her answer, Zong Zhengqing did not show any regrets, nodded lightly, and then bowed to get into the car.

Wen Yao took a step back, with a smile on his lips, "Mr. Zongzheng, walk slowly, be careful on the road."

He listened, nodded slightly, with an excellent sense of proportion, "You too."

Then the vehicle drove out steadily.

Wen Yao stood on the spot and glanced at her high heels, lifted them up slightly and twisted them on the spot twice.

It played a big role tonight.

Go back and take good care of it.

Then she walked to a nearby bus stop.

Naturally, she's fine, and if she refuses, it's all about restraint, and it's safe to take it slowly, after all, you can't become fat with one bite.

Wen Yao didn't have that self-confidence yet, and thought that Zong Zhengqing would be able to put her in his eyes after just getting along with her for a short time today, but he can be sure that he has nothing against her.

Or maybe he is like this himself, he treats people with humility and courtesy, and his elegance is engraved in his bones.

There is a huge difference between Yan Sui and Yan Sui. Although they both look very gentle and easy-going, Yan Sui is obviously not so easy to get along with. In getting along with ordinary people, Wen Yao has suffered many disadvantages, and she is very dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao paused suddenly.

How could she compare Yan Sui with Zong Zhengqing?
There is no comparison at all.

She sighed faintly, thinking that her marriage with Shen Zhuowei had broken down, and under Jiang Shuliu's pillow, Wen Xuemin would choose another "good son-in-law" for her again.

There is no sign of work, and the company has not been dealt with. She is still a little at a loss as to how to develop in the future, and can only see the tricks.

Whether it is Yan Sui or Zong Zhengqing, they are all men in their early 30s, with rich experience and broad vision, and their business methods are also very vigorous.

And she is just a fresh graduate with shallow experience.

Dealing with each other is tiring.

Finally reached the bus stop.

It's not easy to hail a car around here, almost all the people attending the charity dinner came by car, and there were very few people like Wen Yao who took a taxi.

After waiting for a while, no car stopped, so Wen Yao took out her mobile phone to call for a car.

It was not far from the hotel where she was staying, but the taxi fare was high, so Wen Yao chose the cheapest one, and then began to wait.

No way, poor.

The company will be acquired by others, and the extra money will be squandered and wasted.

A penny saved is a penny.

He completely forgot that he used Wen Xuemin's secondary card before, and casually spent more than 200 million yuan, and Wen Xuemin was so angry that he called her a pervert.

Sure enough, as long as it's not my own money, I won't feel bad.

At this point in time, there is a lot of traffic.

As the sunset gradually sinks, the rays of the sun are hidden, and the night begins to slowly fall.

Wen Yao waited on the spot for a while but no one took the order, she was also hungry and a little restless.

When she was bored, a dark and smooth Bentley Mulsanne slowly stopped in front of her.

Very familiar.

The windows are lowered.

A familiar face appeared.

The man's eyebrows fell on her, and his eyes were faint, as if he was signaling something.

Wen Yao held his breath in his chest, ignored him, completely ignored this person, looked down at his mobile phone, saw that there was no car to pick up the order, and simply canceled it, planning to choose the expensive fare, and did not want to meet Yan Sui.

Yan Sui waited patiently.

Not long after, a sharp whistle sounded.

People around who were also waiting were taken aback.

Wen Yao was also terribly frightened, the phone almost fell out, and she frowned fiercely and stared at it.

The man calmly met her dissatisfied and resentful gaze, and opened his lips coldly: "Get in the car."

There is a kind of posture that he keeps waiting when she doesn't move.

There have been discussions and accusations behind him.

Wen Yao could feel the glowing gaze, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally walked over.

He opened the door of the back seat and tried a few times but it didn't work.

In the end, I chose to sit in the co-pilot honestly.

She hasn't fastened her seat belt yet.

The car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

She swayed.

The breath in my chest couldn't be suppressed.

"Mr. Yan—"

"Is something wrong?"

As soon as he started a conversation, he was suddenly interrupted.

The voice was cold and indifferent, as if someone owed him 800 million.

"..."

Wen Yao was laughed at by him, she got into the car only when she was crazy, purely to find anger for herself.

Wen Yao swallowed her anger and fastened her seat belt, and gave an address.

The man didn't say a word, and his reaction was indifferent.

Wen Yao rolled her eyes and leaned back on the seat, looking angry, but actually thinking about Yan Sui's intentions in her mind.

I was thinking about it, wondering if he had some kind of mental illness.

The man's voice sounded out of nowhere: "Are you getting close to Zong Zhengqing?"

Wen Yao was taken aback, and then answered him equally coldly: "Mr. Yan is not being too lenient."

"He's not easy to provoke."

Wen Yao tilted her head and smiled, "Isn't it Mr. Yan? I provoked him before. Although Mr. Yan refused, you don't think that other people don't agree with you, do you?"