marital love

When Wen Yao came to the top floor again.

Standing in front of Yan Sui's room door, I have a deep feeling, as if I am a puppy that he will call and call.

Shame on her.

However, he still rang the doorbell obediently.

Twice hard.

Can't wait to poke a hole.

After a while, no one came to open the door.

Wen Yao was so impatient that she raised her foot and kicked over——

"Crack."

With a soft bang, the door was opened from the inside.

Wen Yao's kicked foot stopped in mid-air.

Stuck there and can't get up or down.

"..."

Leaning against the door, Yan Sui glanced at her from head to toe, and saw that she had already changed into the bathrobe in the hotel, her hair was wet, and the tips of her hair dripped from time to time.

Apparently he just took a shower.

His eyes especially stayed on her upturned leg for a few seconds longer, and the tip of his eyebrows slightly raised.

It seemed that she was surprised by her strange posture and movements now.

unlucky...

Wen Yao didn't expect such a coincidence that she was caught right when she was about to start doing evil.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened, he retracted his feet without looking sideways, and coughed twice, "I thought Mr. Yan was not here."

"So you're going to kick the door down?"

Being pierced by the exact words, Wen Yao felt a little embarrassed, blinked her eyes, and smiled awkwardly, "Why, doesn't this exercise your muscles and bones? I have the habit of doing yoga at night."

"Is it."

"nature."

Yan Sui lowered his eyes, retracted his gaze, and stood aside to make room.

Seeing this, Wen Yao immediately walked in.

She didn't wear high heels, making Yan Sui even shorter.

It passed in front of him, close to his collarbone, leaving a faint fragrance after bathing.

Yan Sui looked at her back and closed the door with his hands.

"Miss Wen walked into a man's room so grandiosely at night, isn't she worried about something unexpected happening?"

Wen Yao was hungry, as soon as she walked in, she could smell the faint aroma of delicious food, which made the glutton in her stomach growl.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and when he saw the dinner on the table, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He didn't pay much attention to what Yan Sui said.

When he realized it, he smiled, "Didn't Mr. Yan say everything, what can happen if there is nothing and no preparations?"

It sounds very innocent and natural.

"That kind of thing can't be done without something, and there are other solutions. According to Ms. Wen's experience, shouldn't she understand better?"

Wen Yao: "..."

She didn't expect Yan Sui to be such a person.

Seeing as if she is pure-hearted and ungrateful, she can say anything when she mentions this kind of thing.

Also other solutions.

Just an old rascal.

The external persona is also well created.

She turned her back to him and rolled her eyes, and walked briskly to the dining table, impatient.

"Mr. Yan's remark is wrong. Why bother to talk about such disappointing things at the moment, I think it's more important to fill your stomach."

Fortunately, Yan Sui didn't follow up.

Wen Yao unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt that it would be more difficult for her to fight against him, let alone beat him.

Before at Wen's house, Jiang Shuliu prepared bland Cantonese dishes, and Wen Yao thought he couldn't handle spicy food.

Who knew that when she took the dinner out of the box, her eyes widened.

It turned out to be Hunan cuisine.

"Mr. Yan doesn't like spicy food?" Wen Yao felt strange.

"Who told you that I don't eat spicy food?"

No one said, just guessing.

Yan Sui pulled the seat away, sat down, and looked at her calmly, "I think Miss Wen should be very clear about this based on her understanding of me."

Wen Yao asked calmly, "What do you understand? Why can't I understand what Mr. Yan is saying."

"I even know that I don't eat eggplant—"

"Misunderstanding." Wen Yao interrupted him, not wanting to recall the embarrassment he gave her at that time, nor did he want to affect his mood for dinner later.

"I misremembered, it's because my ex-boyfriend didn't like to eat it, and it was a conditioned reflex when he saw eggplant. And Mr. Yan also said that you like to eat, so there is nothing to worry about."

Yan Sui stared at her for a moment without saying a word, the color in his eyes was deep and unclear.

After a long time, he smiled suddenly, "Miss Wen's habit is not very good. If others don't know, they think I'm your ex-boyfriend."

Although Wen Yao didn't know which time and space her "ex-boyfriend" was wandering in, but listening to what he said, she felt that this person was really thick-skinned, and she still wanted to take a seat.

The light in the living room was very bright, reflecting her clear and beautiful eyes, her clean face without makeup was delicate and beautiful, and there was a smile on her face, not pretentious but extraordinarily sincere.

"Mr. Yan, please don't say such things anymore. I have nothing to do with you."

After a pause, she went on to say: "Oh, at most, if you marry Wen Yumian, you can be regarded as my brother-in-law. It's not impossible for you to call me sister."

The second half of the sentence sounded a little joking and joyful, as if he had taken advantage of him.

After finishing speaking, Wen Yao didn't wait for his answer, and directly laid out several dishes, and handed him a pair of chopsticks with ease, and then herself, staring at the delicious dishes, and couldn't wait to move. He raised his hand and didn't greet him.

Anyway, the chopsticks have already been given to him, so he can eat it or not.

Yan Sui didn't move, just looked at her like this.

People are beautiful, and even eating is pleasing to the eye.

While scrutinizing her, he slightly curled the corner of his lower lip, "I thought Miss Wen had a lot of backbone, and she was drunk to seduce and block people's threats. I didn't expect to give up so soon."

"This is called timely stop loss." Wen Yao rolled her eyes and licked her lips, "Mr. Yan has been in shopping malls for a long time, so he can't understand the meaning of this sentence better than me."

Since it is known that going forward will suffer losses and losses, why bother to act willfully and recklessly, retreating in the face of difficulties, and stopping on the spot are the most guaranteed and can reduce the necessary losses.

"Are you willing?"

Wen Yao stopped suddenly, and smiled after a few moments, looking heartless, "So what if you are not reconciled, is it possible that Mr. Yan will change his mind?"

I don't know if it was because the fish head with chopped peppers was too spicy, she exhaled, and unconsciously fanned her mouth with her hands, her eyes were a little rosy.

She pulled her lips at him, put down her chopsticks, and said with some embarrassment and indifference: "Actually, it's good for you to marry Wen Yumian. I'm sure you know what's going on with the Wen family. Isn't it just a huge investment? To avoid being acquired and being suppressed by the market, it is naturally the best for my dad to choose you as his son-in-law."

Having said that, there is no need for Wen Yao to hide her original intentions, "Isn't that exactly what I like about you? You are a well-known figure in the investment banking industry, and they are skilled in business. It is easy to deal with a Wen family. Your family is rich and superior, and you are also handsome and well-shaped, and as I said, it is not just me, there are indispensable people who covet you, and I only approach you because of my own interests and the Wen family."

After talking so much, she went to see Yan Sui.

His expression was calm, but his momentum changed, becoming indifferent: "Where is your self-interest reflected?"

Wen Yao was slightly startled, and then fell silent, "Mr. Yan, what do you think of the Shen family in Lingchuan compared to the Yan family?"

Wen Yao dared to ask such a question, of course she affirmed that Yan Sui had investigated her.

It's not that Shen Zhuo is not good, but no matter what the reasons are, she will never marry the Shen family.

Jiang Shuliu's wishful thinking was well planned, how could she make her wish come true.

Since she started to learn to resist, Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian have been folded in her hands many times. The mother and daughter hated her deeply and wished for her to die.

If she really got on the line of Yan Sui and her back was Yan's family, wouldn't Jiang Shuliu be in full swing, and it's no exaggeration to say that they would definitely punish her to death.

And Wen Xuemin is a shameless phoenix scumbag. The Wen family is owned by his grandfather and belongs to his mother. It is impossible for Wen Yao to let Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian take any share, not even a little bit.

What qualifications does the mistress, who caused her mother to bleed profusely in childbirth and was unable to get off the operating table.

As long as Wen Yao recalled what she overheard Jiang Shuliu talking to others on the phone when she was ten years old, she would feel sick, wishing that Jiang Shuliu could not survive or die.

She triumphantly bragged to the person on the other end of the phone about the life of her wealthy wife. When talking about her mother, Guan Jiarong, she had a look of complacency and contempt. "It's unlucky to say that she has been dead for so many years."

"If you want me to say that Miss Qianjin is like that, vulnerable, I just said some good things between me and Xuemin in front of her, and she was so angry that she was about to die, and she was so angry that she died directly. Really Great joy!"

"So what if I have a daughter? It's because I'm oppressing her. If I'm at Wen's house for a day, the daughter named Guan won't have a good life!"

Thinking of this, Wen Yao clenched her hands tightly, her fingertips turned white.

She couldn't empathize with her mother's pain, but she felt disgusted and resented Wen Xuemin's inaction, and she was extremely disgusted with Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian.

She waited for herself to be fully fledged, and then reality hit her hard.

Not everything is as good as imagined, she once thought about driving Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian out of the house, making Wen Xuemin regret that he had slighted himself and his late wife's daughter, but now he can't even find a satisfactory job.

You can't even control your own marriage.

This is how she is willing, and how can she be willing.

The sharp pain in the palm woke Wen Yao up, she raised her head suddenly, and slammed into Yan Sui's dark pupils, with deep emotions that she couldn't understand.

Instead, the whole person seemed to be locked, fixed in place.

She frowned, feeling her mouth was still a little numb and hot, "Do you have water here?"

"No." Yan Sui opened his lips unhurriedly, "There is wine."

She nodded, "Alcohol is fine."

He didn't move.

Wen Yao signaled him with his eyes.

Yan Sui: "Miss Wen doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, I'm afraid that if you drink too much, you will force yourself on my bully."

He said it as if he was very pure and pure.

Wen Yao sneered in her heart, and suddenly leaned closer. Although she was separated from the dining table, the neckline of her bathrobe was slightly open. Because of this move, the arc was wider.

Out of masculine instinct, Yan Sui moved his gaze slightly, and when he looked over, it was white and turbulent, a little dazzling under the light.

"Mr. Yan, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't be so hungry."

Yan Sui admired it intently for a few seconds before casually looking back at her smiling face.

The man raised his lips slightly, expressing a deep meaning: "I hope Miss Wen will do what she says."

Then he shifted the seat slightly, crossed his legs, and the hem of his shirt unintentionally draped under his belly, covering it completely.

No one moved.

Under the urging of Wen Yao's eyes again and again, he told her in a hoarse voice: "It's in the cupboard, go and get it yourself."

Wen Yaojin dragged on her slippers and walked away.

Then Yan Sui swept his lower body lightly with his eyes, raised his hand and pinched the brow bone.

Wen Yao came back after a while, holding a bottle of brandy, two wine glasses and a stack of ice cubes in his hand.

Yan Sui's eyes paused, and he looked at her jokingly, "I thought Miss Wen was very self-aware, but I was wrong."

"How to say?"

He laughed very shortly, "Do you know the English above?"

Wen Yao looked down and it was obvious, "I know."

Yan Sui didn't speak anymore, just staring at her every move.

His eyes are slightly cold.

Brandy is a kind of distilled wine made from fruit. It has a higher alcohol content than ordinary wine. It is a strong wine and has a strong stamina.

Wen Yao would know, but she still chose this.

Yan Sui saw it in his eyes, trying to figure out the intention behind her.

Wen Yao sat down, poured himself a half cup, poured it for him again, and pushed it over.

She forked a few ice cubes and threw them into the glass, then asked him, "Do you want it?"

Yan Sui nodded.

Wen Yao understood, and added three yuan and threw it in.

She swung her wine glass, staring at the ice cube shaking, as if it was something rare.

"Actually, drinking brandy is a very gentle thing," she said.

Yan Sui didn't respond.

She then continued, "Especially the warmed brandy, which has an excellent flavor, but the brandy with ice cubes, after being diluted, the taste becomes lighter and the taste is not very good, but—"

She smiled, raised her head and took a sip, narrowing her eyes slightly to enjoy the taste, "Mr. Yan also knows that I don't drink well, so it's safer for you and me."

Yan Sui: "Miss Wen is still considerate."

Like exaggeration or derogation.

It made Wen Yao laugh, and the laughter was crisp.

She puts down her glass.

Holding his chin with his hands, his eyes were bright, "Actually, I'm curious. Looking at Lingchuan, it's much better than the Wen family. Why did Mr. Yan take a fancy to the Wen family?"

Yan Sui didn't change his face, and answered the wrong question: "Have you heard the allusion about Jiang Taigong's fishing?"

"Of course." She also liked the story.

"What's the point?"

"The willing take the bait."

Yan Sui: "This is my reason."

Wen Yao fell into a momentary confusion, who took the bait?Who is the big fish?

She took another sip of wine.

He braced his forehead, then looked up at him, his eyes sparkling, "Mr. Yan never thought about whether the fish he caught were good or bad, or whether he would take all the fish he caught, no pick."

Instead of answering, he asked, "Miss Wen thinks you are good or bad."

"Me, I'm naturally good..." She stopped talking, blinked her eyes, her smile was somewhat helpless and breathless, "Does Mr. Yan like the question-and-answer method that doesn't match the text?"

"Or is it, playing the piano to a cow?"

What she asked, he either talked about something else or asked back.

It was easy to wrap her in his thoughts.

"In Miss Wen's opinion, who is the cow and who is the piano player?"

Wen Yao: "..."

No need to talk.

She endured it, and suddenly said in a sincere and sincere tone: "Mr. Yan is extremely intelligent, I can't compare to you, but what I want to tell you is that it is not worthwhile for you to marry Wen Yumian."

"Why is it not worth it?"

Wen Yao thought for a while, and did not conceal her malice and slander at all: "She is hypocritical, she is just a little sister, no matter how big or small she doesn't understand the rules, she doesn't know how to behave, she doesn't want to be beaten, and she likes men to hang around her, this kind of woman It’s easy to cuckold your husband when you marry back.”

"The grades are not good, the degrees are all bought, um, the body is not very good, the appearance is also average, and there is nothing good except the sweetness of the mouth... It is not right, the mouth is smeared with poison, you can't touch it, it will kill you. She's like that mother, not a good thing..."

She rambled on, stopped drinking again, and continued.

Probably because of the drunkenness, she talked more, her cheeks were stained with scarlet, and her eyes were moist.

"What Miss Yiwen means, if I don't marry her, who should I marry?"

The man's voice was calm and low, as if coaxing, revealing a little laziness.

Wen Yao propped her cheek, tilted her head, pointed at herself with the other hand, without hesitation, "It must be me!"

"Oh?"

"What are you, look at my face, isn't it pretty? Then look at my chest."

As she spoke, she straightened her waist and smiled seductively, "Is it big?"

Yan Sui looked at her, his eyes moved slightly, and then remained indifferent.

Changed the sitting position again.

Pressing the hem of the shirt with his hand, he pressed it against his leg.

"Look at my legs again, aren't they long and white?" As he spoke, he put down his shoes and stretched them against Yan Sui's seat.

She counted her fingers, "I have been beautiful since I was a child, and I have a good figure. I graduated from a prestigious school. I can speak several languages. I also know investment banking. I am gentle and careful, and I am very honorable when I take it out..."

She is like a salesman, trying to put herself in the best possible light.

The mouth kept talking non-stop.

Drink when you are thirsty.

Then continue.

Gradually began to speak nonsense.

I don't know what to mutter.

Yan's attendant did not touch the glass of wine in front of him from the beginning to the end.

He looked at Wen Yao leisurely.

Never looked away.

Finally watched her fall.

She still didn't forget to mutter with her tongue out: "Who, who won't marry whoever bastard...I tell you..."
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Wen Yao was so drunk that he fell asleep again.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she vaguely felt that there was something strange on the top of her hair.

It was as if someone was stroking her hair.

Wen Yao tried to dodge, her whole body seemed limp and unable to exert any strength.

The tip of the ear was suddenly brushed by a finger, and Wen Yao was startled awake. When she opened her eyes, there was darkness, and only the sound of her own rapid breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, I smelled a familiar cold breath like rime.

Haunting her, making her mind confused.

In the darkness, as if aware of her awakening, warm fingertips cupped her face, and her lips fell.

Wen Yao began to tense up, and then slowly relaxed, her breathing was disordered, but her eyelids couldn't help but close down, and she muttered: "Yan Sui..."

The man seemed to chuckle slightly, moved his lips against hers silently, and said something.

Before Wen Yao could feel it clearly, the passionate and wanton kiss swept over, as if to take away all her oxygen.

Let her gradually indulge until she loses consciousness.
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