marital love

After entering the elevator, Wen Yao struggled to get down, "I can walk by myself."

Being hugged by him all the way in fear, her head was stuffed in a suit jacket, which made her a little out of breath.

Yan follower put her down graciously, and was obviously accustomed to her way of turning face and denying others.

After Wen Yao stood firm, he threw the coat directly to him.

Yan Sui lowered his eyes and glanced over her weeping face, "I suggest you cover it up."

"Why should I cover it?" She was not shameless.

However, before she could utter these words, she turned her head and met the elevator car wall where the face was clearly reflected.

She frowned suddenly, and couldn't believe who the person in front of her was.

Walked two steps, looked at his face, reached out to touch it, and almost fainted from the blackness in front of his eyes.

She...she she!
Simply unsightly!
Wen Yao suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, and heard a man's snort from the side, which seemed to be a half-smile.

Wen Yao was so ashamed and annoyed, she snapped back angrily, "Why are you laughing!"

Yan Sui raised the coat in his hand, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

Wen Yao bit her lower lip, then accidentally touched the wound, gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand hesitantly——

Before they met, the man dodged in a flash.

Wen Yao covered most of her face with her arms, revealing a pair of bright eyes, staring at him angrily, "What do you mean?"

Yan Sui said something irrelevant, "What did you do with that coat before?"

It took Wen Yao a moment of reaction to understand what he was talking about, and he didn't even think about it immediately: "Throw it away."

Seeing the man's face was slightly cold.

She added confidently: "You said it yourself, I asked you."

Besides, she doesn't have that habit of collecting other people's things.

Her plan at the beginning was to wash it up and send it back to him, and take the opportunity to get along with him. Who knew that he would not give him a chance at all, and she would throw it away if he said to throw it away.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Wen Yao reached out to grab his suit jacket again.

The man didn't let go.

Wen Yao then competed with him, going all out for the sake of her own face, and refusing to let go.

Just when Wen Yao couldn't help yelling and was on the verge of breaking out, Yan Suihao stopped his hand in a leisurely manner.

Taking advantage of the situation, he straightened his messy cuffs, "Remember to return it to me after washing it."

Wen Yao opened her coat and covered her head, covering her mouth and nose tightly, only revealing a pair of eyes, looking like a guilty conscience.

"Mr. Yan is rich and powerful, do you still care about this coat?" When she succeeded, she began to get angry.

At the same time, I was still thinking in my heart, Yan Sui could still kiss her with this face, which shows how much taste she has.

"Wealthy and powerful." Yan Sui calmly repeated the words she said, slowing down a little, which sounded so intriguing, "Indeed, if it wasn't for this, Miss Wen probably wouldn't think about it." Come hook me up."

Wen Yao's face was burning again, she put her head against the cold car wall, closed her eyes, showing a cold and indifferent attitude.

In fact, Yan Sui was full of resentful slander.

When we arrived at the downstairs of the Pearl Restaurant, it was still raining heavily outside, heavier than before, wrapped in the heavy night.

Yan Sui called the driver, and it was not convenient to park at the gate because of the rain, so he had to walk a certain distance.

He borrowed an umbrella from the self-service umbrella machine, saw Wen Yao standing outside the door with thin arms and legs, and then walked out quickly.

Pulling the coat off her head.

Turning around caused dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"

He said to cover it again.

Yan Sui touched her cool arm, "It's raining and it's cold, wear it."

Wen Yao was still concerned about not being able to see people with her face.

Yan Sui didn't take it seriously, "It's so late, who is staring at you."

Wen Yao glanced at the thick rain curtain, thought for a while and felt that what he said made sense, and she was indeed cold, so she put on her coat obediently.

Yan Sui sized her up.

His clothes wrapped around her as if they were covering her, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Thinking back to the past, she liked to wear his clothes. When the weather was hot, she would take off her shirt and dangle in the room with her bare thighs, casual and arrogant.

He opened the umbrella and raised it over the heads of the two of them, and he went around and naturally wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "Let's go."

After stepping out of the steps, the terrain was low. It was raining heavily at the moment, and the relatively turbulent water flowed from above, constantly washing the ground.

Wen Yao looked down, staring at her shoes, then at Yan Sui's.

The force of the water would have soaked the shoes, even up to the upper.

It doesn't matter if she wears high heels, but Yan Sui wears leather shoes.

"Why don't you go in another direction?" she suggested.

The driver parked the car on the opposite side and just walked through it. There was no need to make a detour.

Yan Sui didn't blink, "From here."

At the end of the sentence, he glanced at her high heels, remembering that she always cherished her favorite shoes, paused, and then asked in a deep voice: "Want me to carry you?"

Wen Yao was shocked by his sudden words, looked up at him, not understanding why he said such words.

That's all, she's not too hypocritical.

"No, it's not worth it."

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

As soon as I landed firmly, I could feel the water getting into the shoes, with a feeling of gravel washing.

Yan Sui followed closely behind.

The feeling of water entering the shoes was uncomfortable, so Yan casually led Wen Yao to walk faster.

After a few steps, Wen Yao suddenly stopped, "Wait a minute—"

Yan Sui turned around: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yao twisted her foot, "My shoe is stuck, wait a minute."

The water is muddy, and the lights here are not very bright, so I can't see clearly.

Wen Yao moved a few times and didn't pull it out. She seemed to be sinking in more and more. She frowned tightly, with an impetuous expression, and was about to squat down to check.

Someone was one step ahead of her.

"Hold it." Yan Sui handed her the umbrella, then lightly lifted his trousers and squatted in front of her.

Wen Yao froze on the spot.

He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

There is still residual heat on the handle of the umbrella.

It wasn't until the warm palm was pressed against her exposed instep, and then her ankle, that she reacted and blinked.

"Stand still."

Yan Sui took her feet out of the high-heeled shoes, Wen Yao swayed, and the umbrella tilted.

Yan Sui raised his head, the white shirt was covered with water, covering his back.

The thick black eyes were a little deep that she couldn't see through, "Hands on my shoulders."

Wen Yao was like a puppet being manipulated unconsciously, she put her hand on it obediently, and touched the man's generous and warm shoulder, and the umbrella straightened accordingly.

Cover both.

She looked at the man who bowed his head for her, and couldn't help holding her breath, her heart beating faster in the noisy and flustered rainy night.

Pounding.

Straight through the eardrum, driving the reverberation.

The hands on his shoulders couldn't help clenching a little bit, twisting his valuable shirt fabric into crumpled marks.

Thinking she was urging, Yan Sui replied without raising his head, "Right now."

Not long after, she pulled out her high-heeled shoes that were stuck in the gap of the drainage manhole cover.

Put it back.

Then she stood up and took the umbrella in her hand, and said plainly: "Flat shoes are also good, running in high heels all day, aren't your feet tired?"

"It looks good." Wen Yao put on the shoes, they were all wet, it didn't feel very good, but they were safe.

"Thank you."

Yan Sui didn't respond, his eyes and eyebrows couldn't be seen in the darkness.

This time Wen Yao walked more cautiously than before, but fortunately there was no accident when he arrived in front of the car.

She goes in first.

Yan Sui put away his umbrella and sat in.

As soon as he was seated, the driver in front said, "Sir, there was an accident on the way home and the road was blocked. Should we go to Huainan Bay tonight or..."

When Wen Yao heard this, she immediately looked up at him.

Yan Sui took out the clean towel from the back seat, handed it to her, motioned for her to wipe it, and then said unhurriedly, "Well, go to Huainan Bay."

Wen Yao took the towel and didn't move, she moved her lips, "I, you can just find any intersection and put me down, I'll stay in a hotel."

His body was wet and sticky, making Yan Sui feel uncomfortable. He unbuttoned his shirt with his hands, and didn't stop when he heard her words.

Instead, he raised the partition board casually, and then took out a new set of spare clothes.

Immediately, only Yan Sui and Wen Yao were left in the confined space.

"Do you have your ID with you?"

Wen Yao was slightly startled, and said in a low voice, "No."

"Then sleep on the street tonight?"

"..."

Wen Yao pursed her lips.

Yan Sui unbuttoned two buttons one after another, revealing a piece of his chest.

He said casually: "Or take you to the bottom of the overpass, where it can shelter you from wind and rain."

Hearing his teasing and humiliation, Wen Yao couldn't help but tilt her head, sulking.

"Well, that's it, don't look back." The man reminded suddenly.

Wen Yao was stabbed one after another, a surge of anger rose, and she turned around without thinking.

A naked male body suddenly broke into his sight.

The lights inside the car were dim, which seemed to add a touch of ambiguous color.

She opened her eyes wide, blushed and said loudly, "What are you doing undressing!"

After finishing speaking, he shut up abruptly.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, she turned around with her eyes closed, her whole body was full of anger, her face was flushed, and the subsided drunkenness seemed to rise again, causing her consciousness to spin.

Yan Sui didn't avoid being seen, and even reacted flatly, reminding her kindly, "I told you not to look back."

How did Wen Yao know that he was telling the truth, she thought he was mocking her.

"I can't hold an umbrella well. My back is wet and I don't feel comfortable wearing it. What's wrong with changing clothes? Do you have any opinions?"

This car belongs to him, how dare she have any objections.

If she didn't agree with Sleeping Street to send Tianqiao to her, what objection could she have?

Right now I just feel ashamed and angry.

"All right."

After a while, Yan Sui said, "You can switch back."

Wen Yao didn't even want to move, her neck was stuck all the time, and she was so stiff that she didn't want to turn around.

Yan Sui waited for a few seconds without seeing her move, so he chuckled lightly: "I was the one who was taken advantage of, why are you still wronged?"

Wen Yao gritted her teeth, "Who will take advantage of you."

I didn't know who pressed her to kiss her on the promenade before.

She should be the one who took advantage of the advantage and suffered the disadvantage. He still looks like a wolf with a big tail, who is he pretending to show.

"Where are we going? Think about Miss Wen's enthusiasm and initiative that night, which is far less than this sporadic point."

Thinking of this, Wen Yao gets angry, thinking that the one who is sure of winning will be able to get rid of him, so he threatens to get married and invest to stabilize Qiming.

Who knew that she failed in her devotion, and died before she was able to leave the teacher, even with the dog's tooth marks all over her body, this person refused to admit it and bit her back.

Wen Yao didn't want to pay attention to him, and changed his posture to look out of the car window.

A bus stop passed her eyes, and she somehow thought of the night when she threatened him with a video full of confidence.

It was also in the Pearl Restaurant, and it was also raining. She failed completely, tired and embarrassed, waiting for the bus in the wind and rain.

"What is Miss Wen thinking?"

Wen Yao gradually calmed down, resting her forehead on the window glass, watching the misty scenes pass by her eyes one by one.

Hearing Yan Sui's question, he responded patiently, "I was thinking, why didn't Mr. Yan meet Wen Yumian that night?"

In the contest with Yan Sui, she did not have the upper hand at all, her hopes and extravagances were shattered, and she even thought that Wen Yumian and Yan Sui must be a sure thing.

But she didn't expect that when she went downstairs, she heard the chat between Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian.

It turned out that that night, Yan Sui did go to the Mingzhu restaurant. After meeting her, Wen Yumian and the others were not there, and her and their boxes were only upstairs and downstairs.

The breath she exhaled turned into water mist and reflected on the window, Wen Yao pressed her fingers and drew circles on it inadvertently, her eyelids drooped and drooped.

Yan Sui knew what she was talking about after a little thought.

When asked about the man, he didn't change his expression, "What does Miss Wen think?"

Does she think so?

Wen Yao seemed to be in a momentary daze, her brain froze slowly.

Anyway, it won't be partial to her.

Probably also guessing that she couldn't explain why, Yan Sui justified himself: "The conversation with Ms. Wen lasted more than 5 minutes. It was a waste of too much time. We can only choose."

Wen Yao seemed to understand but half understood, it turned out to be like this.

It seems to make sense, after all he is really busy, so she has become a stumbling block between him and Wen Yumian.

Wen Yao stopped talking.

A wave of fatigue surged up, she leaned against the car seat, found a relatively comfortable position, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

But Yan Sui tilted his head and looked at her quietly, but his thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

It was fake that he was busy that night, and it was true that he deliberately made things difficult for her, but it didn't matter whether he saw Wen Yumian or not.

In fact, when she took the initiative to find him and pester him, the seeds of doubt had already been planted.

That day at the bar, she was half drunk, charming and charming. Yan Sui had tried her before, but she only had doubts in her eyes. He even thought her acting skills were good, so he tried to get away with it, but he couldn't come up with an accurate result in the end. .

Meeting at the Pearl Restaurant, being late on purpose tested her patience—Wen Yao didn't like to wait the most, especially waiting for him. In the past, when he was on a business trip, she would always complain when he came back. It's okay to work, and dating is absolutely not allowed He was late.

Unexpectedly, her patience had improved, so he took the time to go in when she faintly couldn't bear it.

He never thought that she would even prepare a "surprise" for him - that video.

This has indeed touched his bottom line, he is not particularly willing to believe that the innocent and optimistic girl has become a person who uses unscrupulous means to achieve his goals, and uses such dirty tricks to threaten her.

So he beat her hard, and even luckily that night in the bar, she fell asleep, and he held back, and no definite relationship occurred.

He reprimanded her mercilessly, and when she left, her face was ashen and embarrassed.

He was stern and mean to her like never before. It was already late, and he was worried that she would really lose her strength. After all, she was also an arrogant person, so he ordered the driver to follow her around.

Seeing her holding his cigarette lighter and about to throw it into the trash can, she withdrew her hand for some reason.

Finally, I stopped a taxi and left in the dust. After following for a long time, I turned around and left.
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On rainy days, the car drives slowly and at a steady speed.

Wen Yao fell asleep drowsily, tilted her head to the side, and was about to fall down in the next second——

Yan Sui quickly supported her, sat down, and gently placed her head on his shoulders.

His eyes were fixed on half of her face, trying to see something from it.

I feel a little swollen, and I can't see it clearly.

When she touched it before, she hid.

Probably guessed that someone did beat her.

Thinking of this, the man's eyes turned cold.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent Song Yicen a message: There is something.

Song Yicen:?

Yan Sui: She was in a car accident before.

He just suddenly thought of what she said during the interview, and when he thought about it again, he seemed to understand it all.

With her learning ability, it is impossible to stop at the undergraduate course, but because of the car accident, she was delayed and hurried back to China.

Song Yicen: I didn't find this.

Yan Sui: Are you sure?

Song Yicen promises: sure and sure, you have also read it, there is no such thing in the materials.

Yan Sui was silent, his face became gloomy.

Song Yicen sent another question: Was her memory loss related to the car accident?
Yan Sui is not sure, but it is also [-]%: probably.

He confessed: There is no car accident, which means that someone deliberately erased and concealed it. You should investigate in this direction and be more careful.

Song Yicen responded, and asked again: Who do you think is more likely to do this?Was the accident an accident or intentional?Also, those members of the Yan family...

This is what Yan Sui paid the most attention to. After all, what he was most worried about after the shooting incident was that the person who shot him would find Wen Yao.

Yan Sui: It's all possible, but this matter will trouble you.As for the domestic side, I will see how it works.

The phone vibrated once, and gradually dimmed until the screen was turned off without being touched.

Yan Sui turned off the lights in the car, and the man's facial features were hidden in the darkness, like a dangerous beast lurking in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to move.