marital love

Wen Yao heard the voice.

He turned over and sat up, and put the pillow behind his back, "So it was you."

The visitor turned around and sat down on the seat beside the bed, shaking the car key with his fingertips in a lazy manner, "Otherwise, who do you think it is?"

It seemed like an unintentional rhetorical question, and didn't ask for Wen Yao's answer, so he raised his eyebrows on his own: "Yan Sui? Or Zong Zhengqing."

"Shen Zhuowei." She called his name, her tone was light: "If you came to see my jokes, you can leave now."

"Don't, I was entrusted by someone to come here to see you."

"Who?"

"Besides my sister, who else can I have?"

Qiming had an accident, Ye Zhi contacted Wen Yao after seeing the news on the Internet, made several phone calls and finally learned from her colleagues that she was in the hospital.

He hurried to the hospital again, just as Shen Zhuowei was there, so he came over to have a look first.

Wen Yao was silent, and then said disgustedly: "Can you not talk about one sister, so you can listen to me."

Shen Zhuo snorted, with a lazy smile on his lips, "I'm not telling you, don't listen if you don't want to hear it."

Although Wen Yao couldn't see, but listening to his casual voice and thinking of his delicate face, he could probably know what his expression was like.

It's no wonder that the outside world said that he was a dissolute brother, as if he would not refuse anyone, but he had a childish face, pretending to be good on the surface and being evil in his heart.

Wen Yao didn't speak.

Shen Zhuowei looked her up and down for a while, squinted his eyes a little, and then stood up, "You seem to be fine, I'll tell Sister Zhi Zhi not to come."

Wen Yao had no objection, "Yes."

In her current situation, the fewer people who know about it, the better, and she doesn't want Ye Zhi to worry.

He hasn't left yet.

Wen Yao tilted her head, "Still leaving?"

"You don't know how to send?"

Wen Yao frowned, feeling that he was troublesome and ignored him.

Shen Zhuowei glanced at the empty water glass next to her, and asked her, "Are you thirsty?"

Wen Yao originally wanted to say that she was not thirsty, but then she nodded again, "Yes."

"Then can I get you a glass of water?"

"Row."

Shen Zhuo said "Oh" in order to elongate his voice, but he still didn't move, and he went after another two seconds, and quickly handed the water glass to Wen Yao, "Here."

That slender arm was firmly stretched out in front of her eyes, in a condescending posture, but his eyes were tightly locked on Wen Yao's face, not to the slightest degree.

Wen Yao didn't pick it up, but lowered her eyes, "Just put it on the table next to me, I'll drink it later."

Shen Zhuowei raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the water glass, and then bent down.

A strange breath pressed down, Wen Yao's nerves tensed, her eyelashes trembled, "What are you doing?"

The hand under the quilt gripped the sheet tightly.

Shen Zhuowei's eyes fell on her eyebrows, exploring.

The distance between the two is very close, but with one fist, they are about to touch each other.

"Wen Yao."

"Are you blind?"

Wen Yao dodged back, turned her head to stare at a dark corner, her heartbeat flustered, she tried to maintain a calm tone, with a bit of sarcasm: "Even if you are jealous that I have a good relationship with Sister Zhi, you will Don't curse me like that, but if you are hospitalized for hypoglycemia, you just say I'm blind, if Sister Zhi knows, do you think she will give you a good face?"

As soon as the words fell, two cold fingers were clasped on the tip of the chin.

In order to grab her, Shen Zhuo turned her face back to face him.

Wen Yao was extremely angry: "Shen Zhuowei!"

She sank her fingertips deep into the bed sheet, suppressing the anger and guilt in her heart, then shook off his hand, stared angrily with her eyes wide open, "If you touch me again, don't blame me for being rude. "

Shen Zhuowei didn't take it seriously when his hand hurt, he chuckled unthreateningly, "You can't even see me, why do you want to be rude to me, huh?"

Wen Yao took a deep breath, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

It seems that he intends to pretend to be stupid to the end.

Shen Zhuowei also put away that cynical gesture, and at the same time withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, "You can lie to other people, but you can't fool me. Although I don't know how you are blind, but with your acting skills, it's really good. It's a bit off the mark."

Wen Yao blushed with anger, "Get out."

"Tsk, it's so wild, I don't know if that Yan can stand it."

She was so angry that she raised the pillow and threw it out, "I tell you to get out—"

The brain tingles in an instant.

She felt powerless for a moment, and supported her head with soft hands.

Shen Zhuowei's face changed slightly, but he didn't continue to provoke her, "I can help you hide this matter, the premise is that you have to promise me a condition."

Wen Yao bit her lip, and after a few seconds she sneered, "Sister Zhi knows how treacherous and cunning you look, she should have let her dump you at that time."

Shen Zhuowei was noncommittal, "Should I or not?"

Wen Yao remained silent, as if she would rather die than surrender.

Shen Zhuowei had enough time and patience to wait for her.

In the end, Wen Yao swallowed her anger, "Get out after you finish speaking."

He was not polite, leaned over and whispered in her ear.

Wen Yao's complexion sank in disbelief.

She gritted her teeth: "You're an asshole—"

"Don't talk too early, I'll give you time to think about it."

The two were still stalemate, and the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Wen Yao's reaction was half a beat slow.

Shen Zhuowei turned his head and looked at the past immediately.

When he saw that man with a stern and terrifying expression.

There was a strange interest in his eyes.

Then there was silence.

In a low voice, he reminded kindly in a tone that Wen Yao could hear: "Yan Sui is here."

Immediately afterwards he evacuated, swaggeringly left the hospital bed, and passed by Yan Sui.

Yan Sui's dark eyes darkened.

Soon, only Yan Sui and Wen Yao were left in the room.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Yao restrained her emotions, and with a very subtle feeling, went to find out the direction of Yan Sui.

Somehow, those plain words stabbed Yan Sui.

His words were a little harsh: "Why, he can come but I can't, or is it because I disturbed you to have a romantic relationship with him?"

Wen Yao was inexplicably choked by his anger, frowned, a little unhappy, and deliberately turned back: "It's not a relationship, it's just a reminiscence, anyway, he is also my ex-fiancée-to-be."

When speaking of the next few words, she deliberately paused, the meaning was obvious.

"Then I'll go?"

With a faint smile on Wen Yao's lips, she said in a gentle and easy-going voice, "You can do whatever you want."

"Just want to send me away casually, do you think it's possible?"

His indifferent and sullen voice came from above his head, and Wen Yao closed her eyes.

She had just finished dealing with a neurotic and stinky younger brother Shen Zhuowei, and now another unpredictable Yan Sui came.

She really didn't have the energy to toss about any more, she burrowed into the bed with a wooden face.

"up to you."

It's really hard to wait for love to go or not.

As soon as she pulled the quilt over to cover half of her face, she was suddenly pulled down by a force.

"What are you doing—Mr. Yan, are you really free? Is it appropriate to treat a patient so rudely?"

Wen Yao was originally angry, but then thought of the doctor's advice, suppressed her anger abruptly, and spoke calmly.

Song Yicen also said that it was easy to gain her favor at this time, but Yan Sui only found it ironic.

Her amnesia and no amnesia are completely like two faces, or it may be that she hid it too deeply before and was not so ostentatious, but now she is relying on her amnesia to flaunt her power and domineeringly, saying one sentence is worth ten sentences.

"Condolences to subordinates, is this your attitude? You don't want to do it in KZ, right?"

Wen Yao knew his reason for coming, although she didn't know whether it was true or not, she still became a little patient after all, and could faintly hear a little grievance from his tone.

——It must have been a conjecture produced by her rage.

He is clearly using power to oppress people.

"No, I don't dare, I'm just flattered that Mr. Yan came here in person."

Yan Sui pulled the seat in front of him, changed the position and straightened it, and sat down in a leisurely manner.

"Speak well to me, and put on a good attitude."

"..."

"Why is he here?"

Knowing who she was talking about, Wen Yao felt that there was nothing to hide, so she said concisely: "It is a matter of being trusted and loyal."

She turned over and lay flat on the bed, not daring to look around, just staring at the ceiling.

Shen Zhuowei could easily guess that she was blind, and Yan Sui was not easy to deal with, she had to try her best not to look at him or meet his eyes.

She originally thought that what she said was enough to confess clearly, but she didn't expect that Yan Sui didn't know which muscle was cramped.

Sudden sneer, "What do you need to whisper to him, you can't tell it clearly, or you want to have sex with men even if you are lying in the hospital now."

Wen Yao thinks it's really funny, so she doesn't play that trick with him anymore.

Call him by name directly: "Do you know that you look like a kind of person now, Yan Sui."

Yan Sui only looked at her coldly.

Although Wen Yao couldn't see it, she could faintly feel his unkindness.

She explained to herself, "It's like the bitter husband who learned that he was betrayed by his wife, full of resentment and sourness."

She stopped at this point, and then continued: "It has nothing to do with you under what circumstances or with whom I am romantically involved, and I am not in the company now, Yan Suiyou is too lenient."

Wen Yao thought, it seemed that most of the time she spent with him was a contest between you and me, like the tip of a needle against a wheat awning.

Maybe she offended him completely from the very beginning, after all, he was quite patient with Wen Yumian.

Yan Sui didn't speak, and Wen Yao didn't say anything either.

After a while, Yan Sui said indifferently: "It makes sense, so what?"

Wen Yao was taken aback.

She thought that what she said was enough to insult him. According to his temperament, he should just walk away with a cold face, or at least give her a harsh reprimand.

But I didn't expect her to wait for such a light and emotionless word after waiting for a long time.

Immediately, all the cranky counterattacks got stuck in his throat.

She felt that something was wrong, and it flashed in her mind, and disappeared before she had time to catch it.

She murmured: "No..."

"Ah."

Yan Sui responded well, and turned his head to look at the water glass on the table, "Water?"

She might be too nervous, she should do something else to divert her attention, so she stood up.

The movement was slow, and Yan Sui took over halfway, and set her upright.

Wen Yao felt insecure, a complete blind man touched the elephant, put his hand on his arm and touched it subconsciously twice.

Yan Sui noticed something strange and looked down at her.

Wen Yao's nose accidentally brushed against his chest, on the button of the suit.

There was a shock in my mind.

Inexplicably familiar.

Suddenly, before he could react, the words had already come out of his mouth: "Yan Sui, have I seen you before..."

She didn't see the turbulent waves suddenly rolling in the man's eyes, and then the calm turned into no waves in an instant.

I only heard his voice, "Could this be another new trick that Miss Wen came up with to strike up a conversation?"

Probably due to hearing impairment, he lowered his voice again, and it was even softer when it fell into Wen Yao's ears.

Only the last few words can be heard clearly.

Immediately clear mind.

She thought she must be crazy, just now she had brought him into that dream of hers.

Sure enough, she was sick.

Still very sick.

She raised the corners of her lips, but her words were cold: "As expected of KZ's top card, even my small thoughts can be discovered and exposed, and I just don't bother to lie to you."

Yan Sui frowned: "What's the top card?"

Wen Yao had a half-smile, "The top brand in the duck shop, referred to as the duck head."

"I'm a duck head?" Yan Sui took her hand away, and said in a neutral tone, "Then what are you? I think a duck mouth is suitable for you."

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

It's not difficult for Wen Yao to figure out what he meant, that if he was defeated, he owed nothing to anyone.

Yan Sui handed over the water glass.

Wen Yao felt it, and raised her hand, "It's not convenient."

Her hand was on a drip.

Yan Sui frowned, "The other one."

"Soft, weak."

"Have you run out of all your lip service just now?"

Wen Yao climbed up the pole without blinking, "Well, it's over."

She felt that according to her "rebellious" and annoying behavior, Yan Sui could probably just stuff water into her hand and let her drink it in a cold voice.

It was logical for her to do it herself to get enough food and clothing.

Just as this thought ran through his mind, a coldness suddenly came to his lips.

"Open."

She blinked, feeling that he was really abnormal today.

Could it be that he came up with some bad idea and waited to torment her.

She didn't respond.

"Still waiting for me to feed you mouth to mouth?" The man's voice was a little impatient.

Wen Yao: "..."

No, she was wrong.

He was still him, as bad as ever.

She opened her mouth obediently, and took advantage of his gentle force to sip the water one mouthful at a time.

Wen Yao suddenly felt that he was not that kind of unattainable person.

Her thoughts started to run wildly, and she felt that it was almost done, so she avoided it a little, and Yan Sui stopped.

She pursed her lips, and suddenly said with a smile: "Yan Sui is so considerate, do you really not consider marrying me?"

Not knowing where her logic came from, Yan Sui's eyes fell on her moist lips, "What does my thoughtfulness have to do with marrying you? Why, you want to propose to me again."

Wen Yao smiled instead of annoyance: "I have this plan, can't I?"

Yan Sui stared at her steadily.

Wen Yao maintained his original posture without moving.

About a minute passed.

Wen Yao thought, he should have had enough scrutiny, because that gaze was burning and compelling.

Subsequently.

Yan Sui asked a question.

It was exactly the same as that day in the Kishu Hotel, watching her drunk questioning with cold eyes.

He said, "What benefits can I get by marrying you?"

Wen Yao was charming and smiling, her eyes rolled with a charming smile, she was extremely pleasing and glamorous, she looked in his direction accurately, and said in a soft voice: "Of course, to get someone who loves you Nice lady."

Silent.

After Wen Yao finished speaking, she also held her breath, the smile still hanging on her face, it didn't change at all.

Quietly waiting for his response.

Heartbeat began to speed up involuntarily.

Thump, thump, thump...

...

"How long will it take to leave the hospital?"

"What—" she was stunned.

"Ok?"

Wen Yao rolled her throat, "Maybe the day after tomorrow."

"Ah."

Yan Sui put down the water glass, stretched out his hand to wipe away the remaining water on her lips.

The slightly rough fingertips passed by, touching her soft lips, with a tingling tingling.

Wen Yao could hardly breathe.

Her throat was rough, she had obviously just drank water, "Why do you ask that?"

Yan Sui twirled his fingertips, ending this extremely natural move.

Then he unhurriedly set his gaze on her flushed face.

"Certificate."