marital love

Wen Yao followed Yan Sui to the car, but didn't get in the car.

She stood outside the door with a computer bag in her hand. After a while, she raised her hand and knocked on the car window.

"Dong Dong" twice.

After waiting for a few seconds, the window fell down.

A man's indifferent face appeared in her vision.

Wen Yao directly handed over the computer bag, and the voice came to Yan Sui's ears with the cool evening wind, "Everything is inside, you can review it yourself, or leave it to others to handle."

Yan Sui didn't answer.

Wen Yao put the things on the seat.

Without waiting for his reaction, he left directly.

Wen Yao walked a certain distance, and the woman's slender figure seemed a little thin.

She just stopped a taxi and left.

Yan Sui stared at the rear of the car for a long time, the taxi had long since disappeared, and then he looked away lightly, and landed on the computer bag on the passenger seat.

Yan Sui went back to the hotel, took a simple shower, took out his cell phone and made a call.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening.

The real beginning of the bustling urban nightlife.

"You better be busy."

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was lazy and dissatisfied, and his breathing was a bit rough.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Song Yicen put the cigarette in his mouth in annoyance.

Plastic couples don't have any feelings, it's a routine thing once a month, because the woman was angry before, and it was very discordant, she didn't respond with emotion on her face, and he is not a person who likes to force himself, it just so happened that Yan Sui called , Then let people go.

But he leaned over with a good face, he didn't expect to be left out, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy.

"Is there any clue to what I asked you to check before?"

"What's the matter?" Song Yicen took off the cigarette duster and dusted it off, without thinking about it, he responded casually.

Feel the other person's silence.

Suddenly, my brain suddenly twitched and I remembered.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took a puff of his cigarette, and began to puff, "Not so fast, wait a little longer."

Yan Sui gave a low "hmm".

It seems to be about to hang up the phone.

Song Yicen hurriedly called out to stop her, "When did you meet her? Why did you think of checking her affairs abroad?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Pushing back according to the timeline, in his cognition, Yan Sui knew Wen Yao, it was in the bar that night, the men and women had a fiery entanglement, although things didn't work out, but there was a certain amount of involvement.

Yan Sui said succinctly: "It's as you see it."

Song Yicen sneered, a little amused, and his voice dragged on, "Huai Xu, you're a little strange."

Knowing that a woman has other plans for him, but still giving him the opportunity to get close, is it to gain a sense of accomplishment and fun by watching a clown-like play, or simply want to have a substantial development with this person.

Yan Sui was noncommittal and didn't say anything.

Song Yicen changed the subject, "Why don't you go find out yourself, according to your connections, you should be faster than me."

Wearing a bathrobe, Yan Sui walked over to pour himself a glass of water. The belt was loosely tied around his waist. As he moved, he could faintly see a tattoo pattern close to his abdomen, which resembled a snake wrapped around flower branches.

Tightly entangled, the coiled snake is extremely aggressive.

"Those from the Yan family, keep an eye on them."

As he sat on the bar chair, the bathrobes were stacked and the tattoos disappeared.

Song Yicen heard what it meant, but didn't delve into it.

After hanging up the phone, the sound of water in the bathroom just stopped.

Not long after, a delicate woman came out of it covered in moisture.

Song Yicen put down his phone and looked over. When he saw the woman's fair skin exposed, his eyes dimmed.

I don't want the woman to even look at him, and walked straight to the door.

Song Yicen's face darkened slightly, "Stop."

The woman stops.

He got off the bed and walked over, stood condescendingly in front of the woman, raised her chin slightly, "Where are you going?"

"Study." The woman's voice was soft and soft, with a peaceful face.

"doing what?"

"Look at the script."

His fingertips moved up and landed on her lips, rubbing the bead in the middle, his voice was slightly hoarse, but he asked, "Do you have any intimate scenes with other people?"

"No." She answered quickly and neatly.

Song Yicen's complexion got better now, and he praised her rarely, "Good boy."

Then he stroked her wet head like a puppy, "Go."
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It was too late, and Wen Yao didn't go back to his uncle's place.

She found a hotel to stay in first, probably because the meeting at night had a greater impact on her, she fell asleep in bed not long after washing up.

I had a dream in a daze, more like watching a movie.

What is messy in the dream is not particularly stable.

It was like being in a huge room, with the sunlight passing through the window panes and shining in dazzlingly.

A man ran against the light, his face was blurred, he was wearing a white shirt with the neckline open wantonly, and he looked very gloomy and indifferent.

Opposite him stood a woman, barefoot on the ground, pointing at him and saying something excitedly, her mouth kept moving.

There was a mournful cry in the voice.

The room was in a mess, women's clothes and bags, men's coats and ties, the quilt on the bed was crumpled up, collapsed and hung down on the floor, the pillow had a big hole, and flying catkins were dancing around, the scene was like an experience Had an argument and a fight.

Wen Yao tried hard to see the man's face clearly, but failed. Instead, her eyes hurt from the light, and she subconsciously turned around, only to see that the crying woman turned out to be her face.

She was startled, and the next moment seemed to be drawn into it, penetrating into the woman's body.

He was clearly outside the matter, but he could clearly perceive the woman's sadness and her anger, which was a kind of anger called being deceived.

"...You should have thought this way a long time ago, you shouldn't have provoked me! You are a bastard!"

"I really hate you, I don't want to see you again in this life, you are a Liar!"

She cursed and denounced, her body began to shake, and she slumped on the ground unsteadily, her eyes were red, and she stared at the man with extreme hatred.

The man was tall and straight, with various teeth marks and nail scratches on his arms, pinched on his waist with some helplessness, but he looked at the crying and helpless woman indifferently.

Inexplicably, two forces were crazily tugging on Wen Yao's nerves, causing her to have a splitting headache.

She groaned in pain, the moment she fell down.

Seeing the man strode forward suddenly, "Wen Yao——"

The light and shadow flickered.

people approaching.

The facial features of the man were gradually reflected, deep and three-dimensional, with clear and sharp brows, deep black eyes, and an expression of anxiety.

The picture seemed to be frozen, Wen Yao opened her eyes slightly, and watched the man's face magnify in front of her eyes, carrying a masculine breath mixed with a clear and refreshing fragrance, which made her breath stagnate in vain.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

The owner of this face turned out to be Yan Sui!

"call--"

Wen Yao jumped up from the bed with a carp, she was sweating profusely, almost drenched, her whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

His face was extremely pale.

Breathing heavily and rapidly.

Wen Yao put her trembling hands on her forehead, wiping the sweat with her hands.

After realizing it, I turned my head to look out the window.

I forgot to draw the curtains before going to bed last night, the sunlight shone into the room, shining brightly, even the dust swaying in the air could be clearly seen.

Wen Yao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and looked at the phone with lingering fear.

It's not early, and the sun is already three poles.

She rubbed her face and walked slowly into the bathroom.

Looking at the face in the mirror while brushing her teeth, her eyes were slightly swollen, she reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes, leaving moist teardrops.

Can't help but think of the dream that woke her up.

Who was wrong in the dream, and actually dreamed of Yan Sui, the Lord of Hell.

It's okay to treat her coldly, but even bully her in her dreams.

The point is, it's strange that she can dream of him.

Is it true that day and night have dreams?
And I can't help thinking that I have had some vague dreams before, most of which are related to men. I used to be a man without a face, but now I have Yan Sui's face in it.

Could it be that she really misses men too much?

Wen Yao shivered, feeling a chill.

"Bah ah."

Spit out the toothpaste foam, took a sip of water, and swished his head to rinse his mouth.

After tidying up, Wen Yao rushed to his uncle's house, and made a phone call ahead of time, just as uncle and aunt were free and were reading a postcard from his cousin.

Wen Yao was pleasantly surprised, "Is my cousin back?"

Uncle laughed loudly, "I didn't come back, the things she sent have arrived, come and have a look, and I brought you a gift."

A smile appeared on Wen Yao's face, "I'm coming right now, uncle."

She arrived at her uncle's house non-stop, and her little cousin was also at home, watching her greet her enthusiastically, hugging her arm and acting like a baby.

My aunt saw it, and cast a serious look, "Guan Siqi, how old are you, why are you still so clingy to your slender cousin!"

Guan Siqi is 15 years old this year. He can be regarded as the son of his aunt. This family loves him very much. The boy is still immature and a bit rebellious. I'm not on the phone!"

Wen Yao laughed, and gestured, "Siqi is taller than me, and grows really fast."

Guan Siqi grinned, and pulled her over to look at the things Guan Siruo mailed back.

The uncle said beside him: "Si Ruo, a girl, was in contact with us before, but I didn't know who she learned from, so she started writing letters, saying that this is what is popular."

Before Wen Yao sent a message to her cousin and didn't get in touch with anyone, she thought something had happened, but now seeing these things, she feels relieved, her cousin likes to think about it, and Wen Yao is used to it.

She looked at the message on the postcard. It was written by her cousin. It was smooth and elegant, and it also had a lady-like font, which made people's eyes shine.

"Cousin went to Rome again this time? I thought she was joking when she told me she would go, but I didn't expect to go."

Wen Yao sighed and looked at the photo with envy.

Guan Siqi curled his lips disapprovingly, grabbed the photo and shook his head, "What's so interesting about this, aren't they just some dilapidated houses? Look here, they're old and dilapidated."

Wen Yao patted him on the back, "What do you know, it's called art, kids just stay and go."

With more Wen Yao in the house, it will be more lively.

During the meal, Wen Yao remembered something and asked, "Uncle, I remember my cousin said before traveling around the world that she wanted to get married first, why didn't I hear her say it again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the surroundings became quiet.

After a while, my aunt smiled, with gentle eyes: "Don't you understand her, this one today, that one tomorrow, she went out to play for a while and then said she didn't want to get married."

Wen Yao hadn't seen the "legendary cousin-in-law" yet, so she was curious and poked Guan Siqi privately, "Do you have a photo of your brother-in-law?"

Guan Siqi raised his chin, a little arrogantly: "Yes."

Wen Yao became interested: "How is it? Is he handsome?"

Guan Siqi snorted, "Ugly."

Wen Yao: "Give me a look."

He refused, and said righteously, "No, your eyes are too hot. My sister's eyesight is not good at all."

Wen Yao knew that the child and his sister had always been at odds, so she guessed that he must be talking ironically, which aroused her curiosity even more.

After eating, talk softly with him.

Guan Siqi was young and couldn't stand her thick skin, so he showed her the photo reluctantly with a blushing face, and reminded: "I can only take a look, if my sister finds out, she will spank my ass."

When he was a child, he was often picked up and beaten by Guan Siruo, which cast shadows on him.

Wen Yao smiled, and assured him firmly, "I will never say anything, don't worry."

He fiddled with his phone for a while, and found a photo, "Look."

Before Wen Yao could see clearly, she was swayed over.

She reached out to grab the phone, "What are you hiding, I didn't see anyone!"

Guan Siqi hid the phone tightly, "I don't care, I'll show you anyway."

This broken child.

Wen Yao twisted his arm, "It doesn't count, show me again."

It didn't take much effort, but Guan Siqi acted very seriously, grinning in pain, ouch.

Wen Yao was amused by him, and raised a finger, "Really, if you don't show it to me, I'll tell your sister that you'll let me know the gossip."

Guan Siqi stared at him immediately, "You threatened me!"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Wen Yao snatched the phone.

Guan Siqi wants to win.

Wen Yao rolled his eyes.

The child behaved, and said discouragedly: "Look, look, I really don't understand you women."

Wen Yao lowered her head in satisfaction and looked at the person on the phone.

A young man with surly eyebrows and a black mole on his earlobe, as if wearing earrings, looks extraordinarily bohemian.

Wen Yao saw a bit of Shen Zhuowei's smell when she looked at it, she was a little hard to say, "Your sister's taste...has changed again?"

Handsome is handsome, but not very safe.

According to her understanding of her cousin, she thought that she would like the kind of modest gentleman who is breezy and graceful.

Just like...

Wen Yao pondered for two seconds, and a figure flashed in his mind, just like Zong Zhengqing.

"Isn't she always like this?" Guan Siqi snatched the phone, tilted his head, and thought of a word, "Yangou?"

Wen Yao: "..."

Wen Yao stayed with his uncle for three days.

During this period, Wen Xuemin made a rare phone call with her and asked her when she would return to Lingchuan and what was going on if she stayed at someone else's house.

Wen Yao sneered, "Dad, how can uncle be someone else's family. Tell me what you want from me."

Being embarrassed, Wen Xuemin stopped talking about the relationship between father and daughter with her, and said in a deep voice: "Since the Shen family can't get married, your Aunt Jiang will find another family for you. Come back as soon as possible to meet with people."

Wen Yao knew it.

Jiang Shuliu will not let her go smoothly.

She said softly, "Let's talk about it."

"What--" The other side was very angry.

Wen Yao didn't bother to listen anymore, so she hung up the phone straightforwardly.

On the day of the return trip, Wen Yao received a notice from KZ for the retest of the interview.

I feel better.

At least Yan kept his word.