marital love

At night, it rained heavily in Lingchuan.

Dark clouds enveloped the entire city, a dark and heavy atmosphere, and a damp and muddy atmosphere rushed towards the face.

Song Yicen watched the rain by the window for a while, and heard the door open behind him.

He didn't move when someone walked in, he still stood there, looking out of the window while maintaining his original posture.

Not long after, a tall and tall figure was reflected from the window, gradually docking beside him.

"coming."

Song Yicen's eyes fell on the river view, the window glass was covered with mist, making it difficult to see clearly, but the neon lights were still eye-catching.

He turned his lower body, looked Yan Sui up and down for a few seconds, then said with a smile, "It's rare to see you in such a mess, what happened?"

Yan Sui's face was a little cold and ugly, and the trouser legs of the suit were wet in several places, and the color was dark, as if they had been wet by water.

"Meet something short-sighted."

When he was just downstairs, he got out of the car, and a car rushed towards him head-on, causing a puddle of water to splash half of his body.

I don't want to mention the troublesome things, so Yan Sui cut to the point, "Have you found anything?"

Song Yicen nodded, but didn't say anything.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the dining table, "I haven't eaten yet, I'm chatting while eating."

Yan Sui asked a rare question, "Where's Lin Anhe?"

Song Yicen pulled out his chair and sat down, then said casually, "In the mountains."

It is said that to marry a wife is to marry a virtuous man. He married an ancestor who was busier than him.

Called the waiter to order, and then opened a few bottles of wine.

Relax, everyone is lazy.

Song Yicen folded his knees recklessly, lay on his back on the seat, and lit a cigarette slowly.

Yan Sui looked at him calmly, the man was sitting there, with cold brows, handsome features, and an unrestrained aura that vented his anger without restraint.

Song Yicen squinted his eyes slightly to look at him through the smog.

When he met Yan Sui, it was when he returned to Yan's house for the first time. The 11-year-old boy had begun to show his facial features, he didn't like to laugh or talk, and his dark eyes stared at people, as if he could see into him In the bottom of the human heart, people can't help being timid and intuiting danger.

He felt that this kid was arrogant, and he didn't know why he was so arrogant. He also had a different opinion of him from other children from wealthy families.

Because he was new here and had just returned to Yan's family, and Yan's family was a big family, mostly children who came back from all over the world, they were very unfamiliar and hostile to him.

Song Yicen once saw several boys pointing around him, insulting and humiliating him constantly, but he remained indifferent and kept silent.

Probably because of his ignorance, the group of pampered young masters were provoked and moved their hands angrily.

There were taller and stronger ones than him. Although he was 11 years old at the time, his body was thin and he looked much thinner than his peers.

Song Yicen saw that he was clenching his fists to the flesh, and there was a deadly viciousness in his movements, which made the group of people bruised and swollen and crying, unable to fight back.

Song Yicen hid behind the tree, almost staring blankly. When he was caught by Yan Sui's indifferent and cold eyes, he subconsciously stood up and kept a safe distance from him, "I, pass by."

Yan Sui glanced at him, calm like a child, pointed at the group of people rolling on the ground, and said harshly: "Remember, don't mess with me."

Later, Song Yicen's opinion of him changed, and as time went by, he gradually became friends with him.

Sometimes I can understand him, sometimes I still find him elusive.

"The smoke burnt out."

The sudden male voice broke his distraction.

The scorching heat came from the fingertips, causing Song Yicen to withdraw his thoughts suddenly, quickly extinguished the cigarette with quick eyes and hands, and twirled his fingertips again.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Sui, and sat up a little.

"Before I show you something, I must ask you a few questions."

Yan Sui: "You ask."

Song Yicen changed his posture, put his hands on the table, and shook hands.

"I remember that when you were promoted to VP a few years ago, you stayed in country M for a long time. During that time, did you..."

A waiter came into the box to serve food, interrupting his inquiry.

Song Yicen temporarily stopped.

When the dishes were served one after another and the wine was full, the waiter left after saying "Have a nice meal" gently and kindly.

Song Yicen continued, "Did you know Wen Yao a long time ago?"

He stared at him when he finished speaking, not missing a single bit.

"Ah."

After getting an accurate answer, Song Yicen had some confidence in his mind, and he knew that Yan Sui would not seem to be a character who gave people a chance to get close for no reason.

"Are you and her not just an acquaintance?"

He didn't speak.

Song Yicen waited patiently.

Yan Sui lowered his eyes slightly, quietly rubbing the knuckles of his left little finger with his right hand.

Smooth, and nothing.

Once here, I wore a simple silver tail ring.

Leaves short traces.

"We have dated."

Despite some psychological preparation, Song Yicen couldn't help being surprised.

"No wonder."

It all makes sense.

With this statement, all of Song Yicen's thoughts seem to be connected in his mind autonomously.

"So you agreed to marry the Wen family, is it a smoke bomb or for her?"

After all, the Wen family is nothing in Lingchuan, let alone in China. The Yan family has many choices, not to mention Yan Sui's marriage, which is definitely a serious and serious matter. The Wen family is not eye-catching. .

Yan Sui paused and raised his eyes, "I must give the Yan family an explanation."

He is already thirty.

Even if the Yan family has many descendants, not everyone is qualified to inherit the family business, let alone be valued by the elders.

If you want to get married, instead of choosing a stranger who is more troublesome to get along with, it is better to choose the Wen family.

Song Yi Cen understands.

But he was still a little puzzled: "In that case, why didn't you directly state that the person you want to marry is her, not her stepsister?"

So what is this? People have made mistakes, isn't it adding trouble?

"I have to be wary of those malicious people in the Yan family, as well as me and her. We separated badly at that time."

Song Yi Cen raised his eyebrows: "Break up?"

"It is."

The Yan family is a family with a history of hundreds of years. It has been passed down to this day, and the relationship within the family is intricate, with both close and distant, scattered all over the river.

As the most authoritative Yan family and the eldest grandson of Mr. Yan, Yan carries a lot of responsibilities, not only to gain a firm foothold in the Yan family, but also to guard against internal strife, and to resist foreign enemies to prevent covetousness.

From the moment he decided to return to Yan's house, he had no choice. He had always been cold and reticent, but he was broken. Wen Yao was the only accident in his life.

He stayed in country M for two years. On the eve of returning to China, he had an argument with Wen Yao. It was very noisy. Wen Yao almost frantically drove him away. He tried to persuade her to calm down, but it was useless.

So he left the apartment that night.

On the way back to his residence, there was a shooting, the driver was shot and died on the spot, and he was surrounded, the brakes of the car failed, and after hitting the city wall, he jumped out of the car to escape the pursuit with injuries.

When his men arrived, he had already been shot three times, lost consciousness, and was taken away urgently. He did not dare to go to the hospital for surgery for fear of being traced. In the end, he ran through the ghost gate several times before saving his life.

At that time, he could no longer care about Wen Yao, and he was also worried that those people would affect her, and even seeing her was an extravagant hope.

It wasn't until he returned to the country and moved to a safe place to recuperate that he asked someone to inquire about her. The result was that she was fine and had graduated successfully.

He just let go of his mind a little.

When he saw Wen Yao again.

It's at Lingchuan Airport.

He was busy on a business trip that day, and his flight was delayed due to the weather, so he was stranded in the waiting room, and went to the bathroom to relieve his boredom.

When I came out, I ran into a woman washing her hands at the sink.

See her face in the mirror.

It clearly came into his eyes.

He froze in place.

Sensing his gaze, the other party also looked up at him.

The person was still the same person, but his beautiful eyes showed vigilance and strangeness, and he left in a hurry after just one glance, as if he didn't recognize him.

Yan Sui didn't know if she didn't want to recognize him or was angry, so she chose to turn a blind eye and didn't even plan to have anything to do with him, after all they had such an embarrassing quarrel at that time.

He also stood firm and did not disturb her without authorization.

Song Yicen came to a conclusion: "So her stepsister was pulled out to block the gun."

Yan Sui: "You can say that."

When they first got married, his aunt discussed with the Yan family, and asked his opinion, he only said that he chose the Wen family.

The tree attracts the wind, he is already conspicuous enough, if you choose other families that are more suitable, I am afraid that there will be more people targeting him, in order to reduce unnecessary troubles, it is better to choose the ordinary Wen family and restrain your edge.

No mention of who it was.

What kind of selfishness is only clear to him.

Wen's family is different from Yan's family. Yan Suicha is very easy to check, and since he decided to date her, he has basically found out everything about her.

So he had already set the thread, so vague that he himself felt uncertain whether she would take the bait, and at the same time, he was also betting on whether she still had feelings for him. Fortunately, Wen Yao did not disappoint him.

It's just that the subsequent development is quite different from what he thought.

She found him at last.

And he never thought that she seemed to have changed, but she didn't seem to change.

Later, Yan Sui confirmed that she did not remember him.

Song Yicen took out the information he was looking for and handed it to him.

"I've seen it, and it's nothing out of the ordinary."

Yan Sui opened the file and read it carefully.

Song Yicen tasted the wine slowly, gave him a look from time to time, and then retracted it.

After a while, Yan Sui slapped the information on the table.

Sneered, "It's pretty clean."

It's really nothing out of the ordinary.

Ordinary to not ordinary.

It is because it is ordinary that it is strange.

For a long time after he was in danger, he didn't dare to have anything to do with country M other than work, for fear of hurting Wen Yao.

Song Yicen looked at the man's hand on the document, his veins pulsating under the light.

He swallowed a sip of his drink, and then said, "You mean, someone has tampered with this matter?"

Yan Sui responded deeply, "Yes."

"who is it?"

"I don't know."

I'm afraid that those people did it back then.

Yan Sui thought about Wen Yao's amnesia, "She doesn't remember me, you didn't find out about it?"

Song Yicen: "..."

He doesn't seem to have had a few sips of wine, why is he a little confused?

"What do you mean I don't remember you?"

Ever since I found out that he finally left the single, broke up, got married, and the date is his ex, and now it is the ex and has amnesia, don't you remember him?

Yan Sui: "Literally."

Song Yicen straightened out a little, then shrugged: "No."

Yan Sui's heart sank.

Song Yicen looked at him, stroking the wine glass with his fingertips, and after two seconds of silence, he said slowly, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Yan Sui frowned, suddenly impatient and irritable, he stood up, "Help me investigate this matter further, it's not convenient for me to intervene in Country M."

Then go outside.

Song Yicen raised his voice: "Where are you going, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm going out for a cigarette."

There is a large and spacious open-air balcony at the front of each floor of Pearl Restaurant, which is easier and more convenient than indoors to enjoy the river view.

Just because it was raining, no one was walking outside.

Yan Sui took the cigarette and walked towards the balcony, opened half the sliding window to let the wind blow in, bringing with it a bit of coolness.

He looked at the rainy and foggy night, listened to the bustling traffic coming in from the window, as well as the sound of the dripping rain, his dark eyes were dull and silent.

After half a cigarette, there was a sound of messy footsteps behind him.

He turned his face inadvertently, his eyes suddenly paused.

Standing by the wall was a woman with disheveled hair. She lowered her head, then raised her head the next second, revealing her face. Even though she was wearing heavy makeup, she couldn't hide her flushed face.

Her hair was wet as if it had been dyed with water vapor, her neck and ear pinna were all red, and she looked obviously drunk.

Yan Sui extinguished the cigarette, walked over with a sullen face, "How much did you drink?"

Wen Yao raised her eyes in a daze, and looked at a tall figure, which almost blocked the light above her head.

She squinted her eyes, as if trying to identify who he was, but felt that the voice sounded familiar.

She rolled her throat, her legs were a little weak, and she stood up against the wall, her tone was very aggressive: "Does it have something to do with you?"

The man's voice was cold: "Say it to me again."

Wen Yao drank a little too much wine. She went to the bathroom just now and washed her face with cold water. After she was sober for a while, the stamina brought by the wine seemed to be stronger. She was dizzy and still managed to maintain a trace of consciousness .

Because she knew that she would not have a good time tonight, that bastard Gu Xun deliberately tormented her, so she had to persevere till the end with a little calmness.

It's just that she didn't expect to see Yan Sui here.

But I didn't really believe it, I thought I was hallucinating after drinking too much, so I became bolder.

Repeat impatiently: "I said, does it have anything to do with you!"

She was very loud, like roaring.

There was cold water falling from the ends of her hair and onto her neck. It seemed to evaporate instantly, and then became hot again, making her swell up.

She doesn't know it herself, she thinks she looks very fierce, but in fact, her beautiful eyes are full of moist water, as if she has a smile on her face, it will only make people's heart flutter.

Yan Sui's tone softened a bit: "What are you doing here?"

She still said: "Is it related to you?"

Seeing how drunk she looked, Yan Sui didn't bother with her for the time being, and stretched out his hand to hold her.

I don't want to just run into each other, Wen Yao hides like a cat whose hair has exploded, frantically, "You are not allowed to touch me! You bastard is so dirty!"

She bluffed and acted fiercely.

Yan Sui paused his hand in mid-air, impatience faintly appeared between his brows, and he frowned, "Who is dirty, please tell me clearly."

While speaking, he held her tightly again and pulled her closer to him.

Wen Yao suddenly got close to him, her breathing stopped and she was stunned.

After a few seconds, he raised his index finger and looked up at him timidly, the corners of his eyes were red and wet.

He poked his chest with his fingertips, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction but did not dare to resist, pitifully, "You, it's you."

Yan Sui lowered his eyes to look at her, his lips curled into a seemingly invisible arc, and the other hand came up to hold her index finger and circled it in the palm of his hand.

She wanted to escape, but she didn't give a chance.

The two were very close, and his breath fell on the tip of her nose and the middle of her body.

"Why am I dirty, huh?"

The voice was low and deep, overflowing from his throat and lips very magnetically.

She retorted angrily: "You have Bai Yueguang's ex-girlfriend, you don't abide by male virtues!"

Yan Sui was angrily laughed at by her, raised his eyebrows, and said in a serious tone: "If you have an ex-girlfriend, you don't respect masculinity. Who told you that?"

"Anyway, it is!" she said angrily.

Knowing that she likes to let go of her nature when she is drunk, Yan Sui is quite out of touch, but she is still mad at her.

"Nonsense, where did I hear that I have an ex-girlfriend."

"I will not tell you."

"Say it?" There was a hint of threat.

"I won't—"

The sound of bu, just as she pouted, the man's lips fell down suddenly, and all the voices disappeared in an instant.

Yan Sui pressed her own fingers against her chin, freeing up extra fingers to pinch her.

He lowered his head and touched her upper lip, feeling a momentary shock from her, making her a little stiff.

He didn't move, and the hot breath flowed between the two of them, which seemed sticky.

Wen Yao blinked, and fell into a kind of unknowable daze. She could feel the coolness and softness on her lips, and then her whole body seemed to be numb.

The temperature on the man's lips was lower than hers, so she couldn't help but licked it.

Then her lower lip was also sucked, and she moved her lips, as if responding, and seemed to be instinctive, imitating him.

Suck it, bite it back.

There was confusion in her mind, and the pressure on her chin became more and more intense. She felt a little hurt and couldn't help but push him.

One hand was clasped under his chin, the other hand was held by him, and then he held the back and cut it behind him, leaving no room for struggle.

It seems that they are not satisfied with superficial contact, both sides are.

Then, unknowingly, they were of the same opinion, she opened her lips, and he poked in.

Familiar as if it had happened countless times.

Finally the tip of the tongue touches.

Stir for a while.

Wen Yao gradually couldn't breathe, and became even more dizzy.