marital love

After Wen Yao returned to Wen's house, the unprecedented Wen Xuemin was there early in the morning, sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper with a human appearance.

Sitting next to him was Jiang Shuliu, and there were various fruits on the tea table in front of her. She was smiling and fed him herself.

It looks like a loving middle-aged couple.

Wen Yao just felt offended.

She walked upstairs without saying a word.

As soon as his hand touched the handrail of the stairs, there was a sudden stop behind him: "Stop."

Wen Yao's steps paused, and she withdrew her legs from the steps, but without turning her head, she just waited for Wen Xuemin to speak in this posture.

Wen Xuemin raised his eyelids to look at her, and said in a deep voice, "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Wen Yao closed her eyes, her voice was calm: "It's late, I'm a little tired, if it's not something urgent, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Xuemin put down the newspaper and patted it on the coffee table, "What's your attitude? I want to say a few words to you now and I still need to beg you, right? Wen Yao, this is how I taught you to respect your elders since you were a child. What? You didn’t even say hello when you came back, do you still put me and your Aunt Jiang in your eyes?”

Wen Yao really didn't have the intention to quarrel with him, and only felt ridiculous when listening to his words.

It is said that the son does not teach the father.

Come to think of it.

As long as he fulfills his responsibilities as a father for a day, she won't be so stiff with him now.

She took a deep breath, but turned around and walked towards them.

I chose a seat farthest from them and sat down, "Tell me, what is something so important that you have to say."

Wen Xuemin looked at her, "How is your work in KZ?"

"Good."

"How is the development with Yan Huaixu?"

It's not wrong for Wen Yao to say that he is hypocritical. He still calls Huai Xu and Mr. Yan affectionately in front of people, but he calls them by their first names directly after people, without any scruples.

"generally."

Wen Yao lowered her head to look at her fingers.

Ever since she broke the previous manicure, she never moved her fingers again, she just trimmed it a few times, her white skinny hands are very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Hearing that Wen Xuemin and Jiang Shuliu looked at each other, he could see the urgency in her eyes.

Then he cleared his throat and said seriously: "You said before that you would compete fairly with your sister. Although I didn't say anything, I gave you a chance. I haven't seen any results in the past few days, and your sister's By the way, I chatted with Yan Huaixu's aunt very well, and I will go to see your sister's stage performance together the day after tomorrow."

Having said that, the meaning is obvious.

Wen Yao raised her eyelids, her face expressionless: "Why, do you want me to choose to quit?"

She voluntarily gave up and was forced to quit, active and passive, are completely different things.

Wen Xuemin said with a sullen face, "Since this is the case, you, the Gu family, and that Gu Xun should also develop properly. I am also thinking of you."

Heh, should I say he is resourceful or greedy.

I don't want to lose watermelon and sesame seeds, and I want to have both fish and bear's paws.

Wen Yao stood up straight away, and said, "I'm busy and I'm not free."

"You dare to go!" Wen Xuemin suddenly snapped at her.

Wen Yao turned a deaf ear.

Wen Xuemin was also unyielding, with a tough attitude that could not be refused: "Tomorrow night, you must go to eat with Gu Xun, otherwise, you will not even try to get any of your mother's things!"

Wen Yao stopped abruptly.

She came back to her senses and stared at him closely with a hint of disbelief and disgust.

Unexpectedly, he could be so despicable and shameless, threatening her with her mother's relics.

Wen Xuemin spoke harshly, and she frowned even more when she saw it.

The tense and bad atmosphere between father and daughter is on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Shuliu next to her smiled gently, and said at the right time: "My dear, don't get angry with your father, we are also planning for your future, your father is kind, even if you don't think about yourself, you can You have to think about whether it is for the Wen family..."

"Shut up." Wen Yao glanced over with a cold and sinister look.

Her whole body seemed to be erected with sharp barbs, "Do you have a place to speak here? If you want to be safe, then shut your stinky mouth."

Jiang Shuliu was startled, her eyes slowly turned red, she put her hand on Wen Xuemin's arm, and said in a soft voice, "Husband..."

This is the first time Wen Yao has been so blatantly sharp.

His face was heavy and his eyes were deep.

Wen Xuemin was also startled by his own daughter's eyes and expression for a while, and then he came back to his senses and was about to stand up to encourage his father.

When he met her indifferent and stern eyes, he paused for a while, and realized that she had grown to a situation that he couldn't control, so he couldn't help feeling angry: "Wen Yao...you really let me down!" disappointed!"

Wen Yao gritted her teeth and said coldly: "Don't use your elder's rhetoric to preach to me again. If you dare to touch my mother's things, be careful not to blame me and you to die."

Wen Xuemin was gasping for breath, and nodded her with trembling fingers, "Evil! I really have fed you for nothing for so many years, but now your wings are stiff and you want to fly, I can't stop you, from today on you Just get out of this house! You are fending for yourself outside, see if I will care about you!"

Wen Yao stood on the spot with her back straight, her eyes clear and cold, "I'm sorry, it's her who should get out—and the bastard she brought back, this is my mother's house."

Wen Yao pointed at Jiang Shuliu, and then moved to Wen Yumian's room upstairs.

"Snapped!"

Wen Xuemin suddenly stepped forward in two strides, glaring angrily, and slapped him across the face.

Wen Yao turned her head violently, and even staggered twice, her face was numb at first and then burned hot.

It seemed as if it was going to scald her heart, creating a huge hole.

The corners of the mouth hurt, and the skin in the mouth seemed to be broken, and the astringent taste like rust began to spread.

She maintained that position, stood there for two seconds, turned her lips towards Wen Xuemin, and paused word by word, "Good fight."

Wen Xuemin was stunned, watching her beautiful eyes filled with mist, which were bright under the light, and then looked over to her flushed face.

Taking a step back, it seemed that he really didn't expect that he would do anything to her.

But they have already fought, and now that they have come back to their senses, there is a bit of regret in their hearts, and they said in a painful voice: "Yoyao, listen to Dad—"

He was just confused for a moment, Wen Yumian was his own, and after being scolded like a bastard, she provoked his authority again and couldn't control her hand.

Wen Yao pressed the blood-stained corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and nodded, "Didn't you want me to have a dinner date with that surnamed Gu, okay, I promise you, send the address to my mobile phone, I'll go to rest when I'm tired. "

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left, her thin back was stubborn and indifferent.
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Wen Yao hurried back to the room and slammed the door hard.

She leaned against the door panel, clutching the hem of her skirt with her hands, looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying not to let her tears fall.

After holding back for a few seconds, the heat gushing out of her eyes became more and more intense, and she could hardly suppress it.

Giving up, she lowered her head, bent her body slightly, and the hot stones fell one after another, landed on her bare legs, slid down from her knees, and burned all the way to her ankles.

It was like streaks of blood.

Sobbing loudly, crying out of her throat, she slid down the door panel, and finally put her forehead between her knees, and hugged herself tightly with her hands.

Curled into a small ball, in the dimly lit room, the emotions were constantly magnified.

Two minutes later, Wen Yao supported herself to stand up, with a face that was completely disfigured from tears, and walked to the bathroom.

Why is she crying?
Just because Wen Xuemin slapped her, it was far less than the pain that Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian gave her before, so it was nothing.

Crying is only the performance of the weak, she is not, and she cannot be.

Especially in front of the mother and daughter.

It's not worth crying at all, she has to go to work tomorrow, and has a dinner date, she should be in a good state, why should she ruin her face for such a trivial matter.

Wen Yao washed her face in the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror with steam on her face, her eyes were red and she looked very embarrassed, she clenched her hands tightly.

There is still a long way to go, and she cannot fail here.

—At least, not now.

She went downstairs to bring some ice cubes up, but Wen Xuemin and Jiang Shuliu were no longer in the living room.

I found the medicine box again, took out the medicine for reducing swelling and pain, and took away everything I took.

It was really painful when applying the ice compress and rubbing the medicine. The pain caused tears to roll in her eyes, and she couldn't stop gasping.

But it also reminded her over and over again that the accounts between her and them cannot be just forgotten.

Now that she is not full-fledged and has no power or power, let her have it.

Yes—to possess by any means.
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The next day, her face was still a little serious, and the palm prints had already appeared, shining brightly across her face.

She put on two extra layers of powder to cover up her make-up to make herself look the same as usual.

In order to match the thick foundation, Wen Yao specially put on heavy makeup.

In the past, she likes to have no makeup or light makeup, but now with heavy makeup, she is even more sexy and mature.

When they walked to the company, many people looked sideways at her in amazement.

Tang Meng was busy stepping on Hot Wheels early in the morning. When she saw her, her eyes were straightened, and she almost couldn't walk. "What's the matter with you today, you are so beautiful, you are going on a blind date?"

Wen Yao smiled, tilted her head slightly, "Probably so."

Tang Meng's eyes lit up, as if she had heard some gossip, she quickly patted her on the shoulder, "Wait for me to come back and talk about it in detail!"

Put down a word and ran away in a hurry.

Wen Yao suppressed her smile, and went on to busy herself with her work.

It is still checking the bank statement, and I have added a job to write a ppt.

On the other side, Tang Meng followed the other people in the company to rush upstairs, hurriedly sharing with the people next to him: "Do you remember the new beauty analyst in our team?"

The colleague nodded: "I have an impression, I have seen it once, the eyes are very beautiful."

Tang Meng said excitedly: "Let me tell you that she is absolutely perfect today! She has put on makeup! The kind of heavy makeup almost caught my eyes. I heard her say that she is going on a blind date. Alas, the humble single dog in the company is not Chance."

He shook his head regretfully.

He added: "If I were a man, I would definitely chase her."

"She's only 23 years old, right? A blind date at such a young age?"

"It's better to be young. Look at us who work in the investment bank. Which one is not suffering. It's so ugly that it's hard to find a suitable partner."

"She also has that advantage. I think she looks better than those stars on TV, and she is even whiter!"

"..."

Several acquainted colleagues laughed and talked about each other.

"What are you talking about."

At some point, a deep male voice came from behind.

Everyone shivered one after another, and when they looked back, they immediately turned into a quail shape and lowered their heads obediently.

"Boss Yan."

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

Yan Sui glanced across them and the group lightly, and finally landed on Tang Meng.

"What are you talking about so happily, which project was successfully signed, or reached tens of billions of performance."

No one dared to speak.

Tang Meng shrank her neck, her face was a little embarrassing, "Mr. Yan, we... let's just chat casually, um, chat casually, there is no other meaning."

As she talked, she became self-comforting, her voice getting lower and lower.

Yan Sui glanced at her, then strode away.

When he walked away, everyone gasped, as if they were alive after a catastrophe.

"My mother, when did he come here?"

"I don't know, I didn't hear anything, it scared me to death."

"I'm sweating."

"My hair is still standing on end!"

Tang Meng let out a long breath, "Okay, stop talking, let's go first."

Everyone seconded, this matter will not be discussed anymore, after all, the risk is too high and dangerous.
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Yan Sui returned to the office.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Yan, is this year the same as previous years?"

Yan Sui was standing in front of the bookshelf behind the desk, holding a book in his hand, looking down, when he heard that the movement of turning the pages stopped.

After a few seconds.

He closed the book, put it back to its original position, and carefully arranged and aligned it with a meticulous posture.

"No, it's the Dragon Boat Festival soon, let's talk about it then."

"Alright Mr. Yan."

The assistant didn't leave, and continued: "Mr. Song asked you to have dinner at Mingzhu Restaurant tonight, and said that something you want to check has some clues."

"Well, I see."

The assistant bowed, and left the office respectfully.

Yan Sui stood there for a while, then pulled up a chair and sat down.

He took out a black box from the combination lock at the bottom, opened it, and inside was a thick envelope with a photo in the middle.

He took it out and caressed it casually with his fingertips, lowered his head, his eyes dimmed.

There are two people in the photo, a man and a woman, looking at the camera with gentle eyebrows, and standing close to each other with their hands clasped, intimate.

After looking at it for a long time, Yan Sui put the photo on the table, and then opened the letters that had been opened countless times. There were dense words written on them, and he read them carefully one by one.

Some write daily life or express deep affection, there are disputes and petty tempers.

Under each envelope, there was another response that seemed particularly vigorous and powerful.

[Send: Recently, what's the weather like over there, how are you eating and sleeping? You haven't seen me for a long time. The Qixi Festival is approaching, and the separation between the two places should be blocked by the Milky Way. You are the Cowherd and I am the Weaver Girl.

The moon hangs high in the sky, miss you, still miss you.

May you fall asleep tonight, meet on the magpie bridge, and hope you are well.

rather.

June 23 night. 】
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[Reply: As you think, everything is fine.

There are often rainy days. I think of the wetlands and waters I walked with you. I also miss you. The day before yesterday, I saw wild geese flying. I was not happy with the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Maybe I heard about lovebirds and didn’t want to be separated from you.

After the rain today, the sky is sunny, and there is a rainbow hanging on it. Your letter is delivered, which is very auspicious.Your favorite purple iris has been sent, remember to sign for it.

I miss you more as you miss me.

clear.

June 25 night. 】

Yan Sui read the letter, closed his eyes after a while, and lay back on the executive chair.

How long?
Almost ten years.

Haiyan and rivers are clear, and the tide falls in Jiangning.

They are a match made in heaven.

But ten years ago, he accidentally fell into the sea and died, with no bones left.

Another way to put it is romance, because they died together.
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Yan Heqing, Jiang Youning.

his parents.

He disappeared when he was 20 years old and has not been heard from since.

The ancestral hall never had a name or a plaque.

It has become a taboo of the Yan family for many years.