marital love

Song Yicen faced the fine wine and food alone, and after a short sip, he felt that something was wrong. He wondered if it would take so long to go out and smoke a cigarette.

He couldn't stay idle, and it happened that he also felt that the box was stuffy, so he wanted to go out to get some air.

As soon as the door was opened here, I poked my head out, and saw a man and a woman hugging Shuzui at the end of the corridor.

If you don't take it seriously at first glance, take another look.

The man seemed familiar.

Then look down at the suit trousers with half of their trouser legs wet.

Immediately raised his eyebrows.

Yes, this is really familiar.

A while ago, the man who said he went out to smoke a cigarette, now got mixed up with a woman, and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, kissing her so hard that they couldn't part them.

From a distance, she could still hear the woman making a vague and soft moaning sound.

Song Yicen is a married person anyway, so he is used to seeing this scene without being surprised.

It's just that I didn't expect Yan Sui to touch a woman, so it turned out to be like this.

He exerted so much force that the suit jacket was stretched tightly on the back, and the strong muscle arc could be vaguely glimpsed in the arms.

Quite strange.

Probably a little bit of the meaning of turning the steel into soft fingers.

The woman's face was not very clear, but she could probably guess who it was.

So he looked at it silently for two seconds, then went back to the box with a smile on his lips.

After a few moments, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to someone far away in a remote mountain: When are you coming back? -
Wen Yao was dizzy, extremely hypoxic, and gradually lost her balance and slid down.

The brain was like boiling hot water, steaming hotly, his whole face was completely red, and he felt weak all over.

Sensing her reaction, Yan Sui let go of her hands that were locked behind her back, and instead hugged her waist, looking down at her, her flushed face lost the arrogance of the past, as if she had been hit by a violent storm Delicate flowers, dewy and pitiful.

He pulled her into his arms a little bit to prevent her from falling, and pressed his warm lips against her ears, and his hot breath seemed to pass by: "Why is there no progress at all."

Wen Yao only felt that her ears were numb, she couldn't hear what Yan Sui was saying, and she was also confused.

Yan Sui also just said it casually, and didn't expect to get any response from her.

If she really had improved in kissing during the time she was away from him.

He guessed it was suffocation.

Yan Sui rubbed the base of her ear with his lips, Wen Yao was so itchy that he couldn't help hiding, so he lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

The tip of the tongue touched the corner of her lips and licked lightly, and then drilled in with ease.

Wen Yao didn't know where she touched, but Wen Yao suddenly let out a "whimper", and put her hand on his chest to push him away in a big reaction.

Sensing her resistance, Yan Sui stopped his movements and put some distance away from her, "What's wrong?"

With water in Wen Yao's eyes, she glared at him vaguely and resentfully, covering half of her face and gasping.

Suddenly, she didn't know what was going on, and she was so wronged that she accused him loudly: "You hurt me!"

Yan Sui stood there and looked at her for a few seconds, seeing that she was still covering her face, he reached out to grab her hand, trying to take it off to see what was going on.

He remembered that he just kissed casually just now, without much effort.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yao stubbornly pushed her away as soon as she passed by.

Staring at him, the tears started to fall uncontrollably, big and big.

It seemed to smash into Yan Sui's heart, making him a little suffocated.

The man frowned, "Where does it hurt, show me."

Because of this pain, Wen Yao regained consciousness from the bewildered drunkenness.

But he couldn't spare the extra thought to think why Yan Sui was here.

All she knew was that the place where Wen Xuemin beat her yesterday was very painful, the corners of her mouth and the mouth where the teeth had broken the skin were piercingly painful.

The pain made her want to cry, but she couldn't find a place to seek comfort and express her grievances.

Alcohol fermented her emotions and magnified them countless times. Looking at the blurred figure in front of her, her eyelashes trembled.

The Wen Yao in Yan Sui's impression is a person who doesn't like to cry very much. She is optimistic and stubborn, tough and motivated, good at patience, and also likes to play tricks in front of him, like a child who has candy.

The only time I saw her cry badly was their last conversation in Country M. Wen Yao was aggrieved and crazy that night, her tears seemed to be shed for free.

Now seeing her like this, a child who was crying as if she couldn't find her way home, Yan Sui couldn't help but clenched her hand tightly, stepped forward and pulled her hand down forcefully.

"Where does it hurt, the face or the teeth?"

He remembered that Wen Yao once had his wisdom teeth pulled out. At that time, she was in so much pain that she never went to the hospital, saying that she was afraid of having her teeth pulled out, and whenever the pain was unbearable, she would crawl into his bed. She couldn't sleep well, so he wouldn't let him sleep either.

In the end, he was so disturbed that he took her to the hospital by coercive means. She also had an attitude that she would rather die than surrender. She didn't want him to be present after the tooth was pulled out. After the tooth was pulled out, her face was swollen and hurt. talk to him.

Seeing her covering her face, Yan Sui could only think about these two aspects.

Wen Yao was sobbing and choking, paused for a while and then breathed out: "It's all your fault..."

"Ok?"

"Kissing skills are so bad..." Wen Yao felt aggrieved, and didn't know what she was talking about, so she subconsciously pushed the responsibility on him.

"..."

Yan Sui paused for a moment, wanting to laugh, but he hasn't laughed yet.

As a result, she heard her angry plausible words in the next second: "It's so much worse than my ex-boyfriend!"

Yan Sui laughed angrily this time.

Seeing that he was still smiling, Wen Yao's pretty face was wrinkled up in tears. She felt that she was underestimated and not respected, and she also faintly felt that his clumsy lies were seen through by him at a glance, and she felt ashamed.

Crying and crying, the man squatted down and leaned against the wall, his small body was shaking, and his chest heaved violently.

Yan Sui lifted his trousers and squatted down, his eyes fell on her red eyes, and then moved to the half of her face covered by her hand.

This time he reached out to fiddle with it, but Wen Yao didn't try to stop him.

So Yan Sui easily took her hand, then turned her face away, lifted it up slightly, and faced the bright light falling directly above her head.

Wen Yao's makeup is very thick today, but because she has been working all day, and she has washed her face in the bathroom, she is still crying a lot, no matter how thick the foundation is to cover her flaws, there are some clues.

Besides, Yan Sui's eyes are always sharp.

The pulp of her finger inadvertently rubbed her hot skin twice, and Wen Yao hid, as if it hurt when touched.

"Someone beat you?" There was almost no doubt, Yan Sui's eyes darkened immediately, his tone was a little cold, and he looked at her intently.

Wen Yao didn't speak, her eyelids drooped, and she didn't look at him.

"who is it?"

Then he asked another question.

Wen Yao remained silent.

Yan casually stopped asking questions.

Thinking of kissing the corner of her mouth before, she reacted a bit, and touched her lips again, "Does it hurt here?"

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, brushed him away, and stood up against the wall, quite childishly, "I don't want you to worry about it."

After speaking, he was about to leave, his steps were staggering, and he fell forward unsteadily after taking one step.

Yan quickly supported her, because she was so bored that she didn't tell him anything, and she felt a little angry in her heart, and the words she said were a little hard: "I can't even walk steadily, don't worry about it, I'm planning to do it myself." Climb back?"

Wen Yao knew that his mouth was poisonous.

Sullenly ignoring him, she shook off his hand and moved slowly against the wall.

Yan Sui didn't catch up, and looked at her with a sullen face for half a minute.

Then he strode forward.

Wen Yao's arm was grabbed by someone, she flung herself into the man's arms without defense, and before she could react, she was led staggeringly away.

"You let go! Let go!"

Wen Yao passively followed him, feeling uncomfortable, bumping into his shoulder from time to time, the man's shoulder was hard, and his arm was as hard as a rock.

Wen Yao couldn't hold back him, and was so anxious that she was about to cry again.

"Yan Sui!" She called his name in a crying voice.

The man stops.

Her eyes were dim, "You bastard!"

Eyes, nose, face and mouth are all red, abnormal red.

"Yeah." The man took the time to admit it, "I still know who I am, it seems that I'm not too drunk."

Even though Wen Yao wasn't very sober before, after his relentless tossing and tossing, she has regained her mind a lot, and what followed was an irrepressible fire.

"You are not mine, why do you care about me!"

She thinks he is so domineering, kiss her if he wants to kiss her, ignore her if he wants to, he is the one who gave the chance, and he is the one who refuses him thousands of miles away.

In the end, she had to restrain and control her in turn, and after getting close, she turned her face and refused to recognize anyone. She really didn't understand, she didn't understand at all.

The slap Wen Xuemin gave her last night made her truly and clearly realize that she is really helpless.

She can find her uncle, but she can't protect her for a while, so she relies on herself.

But she found out sadly that she was relying on herself, and she was just begging for perfection without getting a response.

When she came to see Gu Xun tonight, the other party obviously knew her difficulties, pointed it out straight to the point, and said without hesitation that he could help her, regardless of past suspicions.

The premise is to finish the several bottles of wine on the table to show her sincerity.

The other party's attitude was not condescending, even considered peaceful, but Wen Yao felt deeply insulted and disgusted.

She could obviously refuse and walk away, but she involuntarily picked up the wine and poured it into her mouth pretending to be bold. She drank until her teeth chattered, her fingernails almost cut the flesh of her palm, and she wanted to flatter and flatter Gu Xun.

Even she herself despises such a self.

At a certain moment when I want to vomit and hold back, I reflect on why it became like this.

Could it be that he really can't keep his grandfather's things?
Do you really want to watch someone take it for yourself?

She was so unwilling, really unwilling.

But what can she do.

"Whether I belong to you or not, it is impossible to let a drunk woman walk around here, hindering the appearance of the city."

After Yan Sui finished speaking, he restrained her slightly, and continued walking with her.

Wen Yao refused, swallowed her throat, and held back her tears, "I won't go with you, I have an appointment here."

Yan Sui turned his head, "Who?"

"I don't have to tell you."

Yan Sui ignored her words, and asked repeatedly in a low voice: "Who is it?"

Wen Yao became furious: "I told you that I—"

"Miss Wen."

Wen Yao's sudden loud voice was abruptly interrupted.

A polite man wearing glasses came out from the door of the box not far away.

Seeing the movement on her side, he smiled and called her.

Wen Yao was startled, and subconsciously grabbed Yan Sui's hand.

The man turned his back to the direction, completely blocking her with his broad and tall body, still staring at her tightly, his eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't let go.

Wen Yao's eyes couldn't help but beseeching.

Only then did Yan Sui slowly loosen the five fingers that clasped her wrist.

Wen Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He also didn't care about his state, whether his makeup was worn out, and if he changed his face, he would stagger away from Yan Sui and walk over.

Unexpectedly, a suit jacket fell from the sky. Before Wen Yao could react, his eyes went dark, and the next second, he was hugged horizontally.

The darkness and the sudden height made her cry out in surprise, and she had to hold Yan Sui's shirt tightly, with a big movement, she grabbed his buttons and touched his hot chest without hindrance.

Wen Yao's palms trembled, and she lowered her voice: "What are you doing!"

Yan Sui said coldly, "Don't talk."

Wen Yao didn't know what he was going to do, smelled the strong smell of wine on her body and the clear breath emanating from him in the dark, she was dizzy for a moment, and she didn't speak anymore.

Yan Sui walked forward with Wen Yao in his arms, and when he passed by the man standing at the door of the box, he didn't look sideways and turned a blind eye.

Gu Xun smiled, pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, the lenses reflected a cold light under the light, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Sui took two steps away from him before stopping. He felt two nails scratching his chest, like a cat's scratch, which made him squint his eyes slightly, but he became even more indifferent.

"What nonsense is Mr. Gu talking about? Who do you call brother, and who is your brother?"

Gu Xun didn't seem to be entangled in this issue, and then talked about the next one, he pointed out: "Is there something wrong with you taking my female companion away?"

Yan Sui hugged Wen Yao a little tighter without changing his expression, probably because of the force, which made her uncomfortable, so she was scratched twice more.

He tightened his jaw, and said in a cold voice, "What's yours? You can eat food, but you can't talk nonsense."

"Is that so?" Gu Xun smiled lightly, and asked back, "Then brother, who are you hugging? Why don't I remember that you have a girlfriend."

Yan Sui warned him in a deep voice: "You seem to be too lenient."

"Feel sorry."

It sounded like he really felt apologetic for being offended.

Gu Xun looked around for a while, and then said: "Maybe I was really wrong. I invited Miss Wen to have dinner today. She has been out for too long and hasn't come back. I was a little worried, so I came out to have a look."

As he said that, he paused suddenly, and explained with a smile: "Brother, don't misunderstand, this Miss Wen is not the second Miss of the Wen family who is about to marry you, but the eldest miss of the Wen family, Wen Yao. You should have seen it."

Yan Sui turned around and looked at Gu Xun with cold and sharp eyes.

He is taller than Gu Xun, and he is already arrogant, and now he has a condescending sense of oppression, "I'm not interested in your private affairs, and don't call me brother anymore."

After speaking, Yan casually turned and left impatiently.

Gu Xun didn't take it seriously, his eyes fell on the woman's white legs exposed outside, and he praised it speciously: "These shoes are quite beautiful."

Yan Sui's expression changed, and he walked faster holding Wen Yao.

When Wen Yao heard this, she shrank her feet with guilt and tried to cover it up.