marital love

"When?" she asked.

Yan Sui's eyes fell on her slightly anxious face, her expression was a little careless, and even her tone was a little absent-minded, "You don't love me so much that you dare to open a house and force a marriage. You don't know whether you have seen me or not." remembered?"

"..."

I could hear the sarcasm and a bit of ridicule in his words.

Wen Yao pursed her lower lip silently.

He began to rummage through the memories in his mind, reminiscing over and over again, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Yan Sui has been waiting patiently for her.

From time to time, his fingers wrapped around her hair and stroked her shoulders.

After a while.

Wen Yao stared at him intently, and said ambiguously: "You are so famous, maybe you have seen it somewhere, maybe abroad..."

She remembered the years he had spent on Wall Street, too.

It's just that she lost part of her memory, and among the rest, there is indeed no figure of Yan Sui.

As soon as her voice fell, the man's movements stopped slowly, and then he raised his eyes to look at her, scrutinizing her expression, not wanting to miss an inch, "That's right, you also studied abroad, and your ex-boyfriend is We talked over there?"

Wen Yao paused and blinked, not knowing why the topic came up here.

Suspected that Yan Sui deliberately teased her.

Or is it that he is really generous and doesn't care to such an extent that he can freely ask his wife about her past love history, and still behave so calmly.

She lowered her eyelashes, hummed speciously, and didn't intend to say more.

After all, there are many mistakes in what she said, and she was originally a false construction.

However, Yan Sui didn't intend to just let her go, and asked, "How long have you been talking?"

Wen Yao couldn't help pulling off the quilt, and didn't go to see him, worried that her emotions would be exposed.

In fact, Yan Sui could clearly see her deceiving behavior, and from her drooping eyelids, she could see her guilty conscience.

But she just pretended not to speak, so he insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"Ok?"

Wen Yao was vague: "Two years."

"A classmate with you?"

Wen Yao originally planned to say yes, but she knew that she didn't even have an ambiguous partner in school. If one day Yan Sui had a fit, checked her background and found out that she was lying, wouldn't it be in vain to torment her? Brainstorming excuses are made up here.

Then he considered, "No, he's already working."

"Oh, looks like it should be older than you?"

Wen Yao: "Hmm..."

"How old are you?"

She nodded and continued to babble, "...four or five years old."

"Foreigners?"

"…Um."

"Why did you split up?"

Wen Yao was pressed by him one after another, and she was frightened and impatient with the questions, so she suddenly turned her back to him.

"If it's divided, it will be divided. Why are there so many? It's late, aren't you going to sleep?"

She was very tired, but he was fine, and he became more and more refreshed, as if he was full of energy.

This method of collecting yin and nourishing yang is too much.

Seeing her angry, Yan Sui was quiet, and after a few seconds he said lightly, "It's just asking, why are you angry?"

It's easy to say, doesn't he himself still have a love history, and now he has a large number of suitors, asking her three times, what does it mean, showing off? It's still pure curiosity.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao held her breath and rose up in vain. She rushed into her heart, and said indiscriminately: "If you want to ask, just ask, that's fine, I'll ask you too, you and How did you meet your ex-girlfriend? How did you break up? How long have you been together? Do you have to answer and tell me all of these?"

In fact, she wanted to say that he was really free tonight, and she blamed herself for having nothing to say about whether she had seen him or not.

Now that it's all right, it's time to ask about personal feelings, it's like a handful of dead grass has been stuffed in her throat, her throat is dry and stuck.

Suddenly a hand was placed on the shoulder.

Yan Sui turned around her and looked at her.

Bumping into his deep black eyes, the gaze is calm and sharp, which seems to have an inexplicable temptation, but also brings a strong sense of oppression.

Wen Yao couldn't help breathing slowly.

I heard him say, "Really want to know?"

She blinked her sour eyes, and looked away without any trace, "I'm just asking casually, you can talk or not."

Sounds pretty innocuous.

The hand hidden under the quilt was involuntarily clenched.

Generally speaking, after an intimate relationship between a man and a woman, a woman will have an inexplicable nostalgia and dependence on the man, and there is also a possessive desire.

It would be good if both parties did not mention the past, but once they opened their mouths, it would always be like a thorn in the shadow, pricking at the apex of the heart from time to time, which can be ignored, but still feels like a thorn.

As for Wen Yao's indifference to Yan Suidong, of course she doesn't have it at the moment, but she is also relatively traditional in her bones, and she can't accept whether it's physical cheating or mental cheating.

At the beginning, pestering Yan Sui was the best result after she was full of calculations and weighing, but she miscalculated his influence on her.

To be honest, Wen Yao is not generous enough to listen to him recall what happened between him and his ex-girlfriend.

Yan Sui just stared at her calmly, his brows and eyes were cold, and he suddenly laughed again, with an imperceptible arc across his lips.

Wen Yao didn't even have time to catch it, let alone whether the meaning in it was irony or sarcasm, or something else.

"Mrs. Yan, your duplicity is really pleasing."

Wen Yao's heart suddenly missed a beat, and she deceived herself and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Yan Sui raised his hand to touch her face, his movements were intimate and comforting, and his voice was low, "I like you like this."

She pretended to be calm and closed her eyes.

The trembling eyelashes betrayed her emotions at this moment.

Yan Sui didn't continue to make things difficult for her, he hugged her into his arms, and patted her back again and again, trying to soften her stiffness.

"You just need to know that my Mrs. Yan is the only one of you."

He spoke softly, but solemnly.

Before falling asleep, Wen Yao suddenly woke up for a brief moment.

Thinking of the questions she asked, Yan Sui didn't answer any of them.

Change the subject in fours and twos.

Does it mean that he really misses his ex-girlfriend?
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The next morning, Wen Yao received an unexpected call.

It's Guan Yu, ask her out to meet.

Wen Yao didn't think he had anything to chat with her, but he still went to the appointment after get off work at noon.

Yan Sui was quite critical of this, "We agreed to have dinner together?"

Wen Yao: "When will I tell you?"

"Last night." He reminded.

Wen Yao was taken aback for a moment, and then his face flushed slightly, thinking that when he was doing something indescribable, he said some things, as if he really mentioned them.

"I thought you were joking."

In that case, she couldn't take it seriously.

And he said it himself, men, those who are close to the bed, few words are true...

The man said softly, "Do I look like me?"

"..."

Wen Yao was rarely silent.

Then the other party hung up the phone.

Looked annoyed.

She packed up her things and went out. Ida saw her like this and asked, "Are you going out to eat today?"

She smiled, "I have an appointment."

Ida: "Your husband?"

"friend."

Then leave.

When he arrived at the place, Wen Yao searched for the place and walked over.

Dazzlingly seeing a figure from behind, he thought he saw Guan Siruo.

In fact, no matter whether it was Guan Yu or Guan Siruo, including Wen Yao, the three of them looked alike from a distance in terms of facial features and figure.

But the distinction is also extremely easy.

She fixed her eyes and stepped forward, "Cousin."

Guan Yu greeted her with a smile, "Sit down."

Wen Yao sat down opposite her.

Guan Yu sized her up and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Taking advantage of the situation, another waiter was brought in, Wen Yao ordered a cold drink, and wiped her hands with a paper towel.

Looking up at her, he casually asked, "When did you come back, cousin?"

Guan Yu was wearing a black suspender dress with loose hair. Her face was not exquisite, but she had a kind of decadent beauty that seemed to be absent.

She put a faint smile on her lips, as if she was remembering, and then said softly: "After you, I will be back in a few days."

She knows when she will return to the country.

When the cold drink was brought, Wen Yao looked at the beautiful glass body, which was soaked with water drops.

"Don't uncle know?"

Wen Yao also went to Jindu before, and spent the Dragon Boat Festival with his uncle, but he never heard them talk about it.

She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee gracefully.

"I didn't tell them. You know it. It's embarrassing for me to go."

Indeed.

Uncle and aunt chatted in harmony for a long time, and they had a very good relationship. Guan Siqi didn't like Guan Yu very much and never welcomed her. If she went, it would be really embarrassing.

Wen Yao didn't talk too much about this topic, she also smiled slightly and walked over.

There was a moment of silence.

Guan Yu suddenly asked her, "Has Ruoruo contacted you?"

Wen Yao knew that the relationship between Guan Yu and Guan Siruo was not close, but even if the former didn't like to be disgusted, he did a good job on the surface, making it impossible to find fault.

Guan Siruo, on the other hand, was a little bit impatient, and seemed a bit petty. Wen Yao remembered that when she was young, seeing them confront each other, Guan Siruo never had the upper hand.

Wen Yao took a sip of the cold drink, her fingertips were covered with cold water, she swallowed her throat, and then slowly replied: "Yes, she sent a postcard back before, and she is in Rome."

"so."

Then there was silence again.

Wen Yao's stomach was cold, and her mouth was a little stiff. She licked her lips and said, "Then when do you plan to go back, or do you want to settle in the country?"

Guan Yu turned her head to look out the window, the sunlight was slightly dazzling, she squinted her eyes, and her voice was a little hoarse: "I'm not leaving, Dad, he wants me to stay here."

Wen Yao nodded, "That's pretty good."

"Lazy."

"Ok?"

Guan Yu's gaze fell on her, "If Ruoruo still keeps in touch with you, tell her that I did something wrong before, I'm very sorry, I hope she can forgive me."

Wen Yao was stunned for two seconds, not understanding why she was so serious all of a sudden.

He said: "It's better to talk about this kind of thing in person. In fact, she doesn't hate you that much."

After all, the affairs of the elders have nothing to do with the children.

In Wen Yao's memory, they still had fun with Guan Yu, but the taste changed later.

Guan Yu shook her head, looking at it with a dazed expression, "There should be a chance."

Wen Yao remained silent, poking the ice cube at the bottom of the glass with a straw.

There are opportunities, the main thing is to see if we can let go of that high profile and proud self-esteem and shake hands to make peace.

They are both uncle's daughters, with fleshy palms and backs. From Wen Yao's point of view, uncle still feels a little guilty towards Guan Yu. It is his first child, but he doesn't get too much care and care from him, even a complete child. s home.

After eating with Guan Yu, Wen Yao left the restaurant and went to the company.

When I was on the road, I turned to Guan Siruo's WeChat, and there was still a message from her before, and there was no reply so far.

After thinking about it, she re-edited the two posts.

Wen Yao: Cousin, where are you now?Is it hot over there?

Wen Yao: I met Guan Yu before. She came back from abroad and planned to settle down in Lingchuan. I had dinner with her just now. Have you had any contact with her?
Guessing that she was having a great time, Wen Yao was not in a hurry for her reply.

It's just that when she walked downstairs to the company, her phone vibrated.

A familiar avatar pops up.

Cousin: Florence.

Cousin: No.

Looking at this concise reply, Wen Yao was overjoyed for an instant, as if cold water had been poured on her.

She slowed down and typed while holding the mobile phone: Cousin, what's wrong with you?
She felt that something was wrong, it was very unlike her cousin's style.

Cousin should be enthusiastic.

Just the second after her message was sent.

A familiar Stitch emoji was sent over.

The matching word is "hee hee hee".

——In the past, they often used it.

Wen Yao felt relieved, her steps became much lighter, and she also replied with an emoji.

Then ask: When will you come back from your trip?It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, oh, there’s something else I want to tell you, I jie——

Before the words could be typed in full, the phone was suddenly taken away.

Wen Yao looked up in astonishment.

The man easily held her mobile phone between two fingers, and looked down at her.

"Who are you chatting with? You are so engrossed in the chat that you didn't even hear me calling you."

Wen Yao was at a loss: "Did you call me?"

Yan Sui didn't explain much, and went to check her mobile phone.

Wen Yao's expression was shocked, she reached out to snatch it back, looked around vigilantly, and lowered her voice: "What are you doing, people will see you."

He calmly asked, "Who dares to watch?"

After a pause, he said slowly: "Also, what's in your phone that I can't see, just hide it like this."

Wen Yao: "...you are invading my privacy."

He stared at her with eyes that made her unpredictable.

Subconsciously distanced himself from him.

However, he got close to him again.

Beside her, the man's voice was low, "Whether you wear clothes or not, I've seen it before. What privacy do you have?"

"..."

Next to it is the special elevator for high floors.

Yan Sui raised his hand to unlock it, and dragged him in while she was not paying attention.

Wen Yao was so frightened that her heart was raised in her throat, for fear of being discovered.

Yan immediately let go of her, took the time to straighten the cuff buttons, and then asked slowly, "Is it exciting?"

Wen Yao gritted her teeth: "..."

stimulate.

She longed for the excitement of screwing his head off and kicking it as a ball.

But dare not.

Now she even has to look at his face when she loses her temper.

"Didn't you say that you should distinguish between public and private in the company?"

How decent it is to drag your subordinates into the elevator casually!
Wen Yao pretends to be polite with others or when she is upset, she likes you when she talks.

How could Yan Sui not hear it.

He said in a vague and profound way: "I think you play this kind of sneaky trick to satisfy you, aren't you happy?"

Wen Yao took a deep breath, smiled, "Happy."

She endured.