marital love

The elevator slowly ascended.

Wen Yao looked at Yan Sui's figure from the car wall.

In fact, I wanted to ask him something else, but I didn't know whether I should ask him or not.

The two had agreed that Xia Zhi would go to see his parents, but it was delayed because of Hang Rui's affairs, and they couldn't spare time. Until now, they haven't gone.

If he doesn't mention it, it's not easy for her to ask.

So in the end there was silence all the way to her work floor.

When she went out, she heard footsteps behind her, looked around first, then lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "What are you doing with me?"

"Who is following you?" He responded indifferently, "I'm looking for Tang Meng."

"..." Okay, she wronged him.

This floor was full of familiar colleagues, Wen Yao walked in front, Yan followed.

She could hear someone calling him Boss Yan from time to time.

Again and again.

She straightened her back, and her pace was a little fast, and she always felt that she was pretending to be majestic and proud.

Yan Sui stared at the woman jumping up like a rabbit in front of her.

With no emotion, he looked back lightly.

Wen Yao entered the work room, and Ida lazily played games in her place. Seeing her, she asked, "Are you back so soon?"

"Ah."

She smiled and was about to tease something, when she suddenly saw Yan Sui who came in behind, she was shocked, the mobile phone was messed up several times in her hand, almost fell out, she immediately grabbed hold of it and stood up, "Hello, Mr. Yan! "

The voice suddenly became louder, slightly frightening Wen Yao.

Immediately following the other chattering people, they also sat up straight, trying to create an atmosphere of hard work.

Although Wen Yao knew that beating workers was double-faced, she was still shocked by it.

Yan Sui nodded lightly, "Yes."

He didn't say much, but he was not angry but mighty.

Wen Yao took her mug and turned to the tea room.

It was quiet inside, no one else was there.

I don't want to drink coffee. The western food I ate with Guan Yu at noon felt a bit oily, so Wen Yao planned to make some tea for herself.

She flipped through the tea bags on the bar, green tea, black tea, fruit tea, and health-preserving tea. There were quite a few flavors, but there was nothing she wanted to drink.

Put down the mug instead and go to the back locker to find another.

Seeing the packaging bag of oolong tea, which was placed in the innermost part of the cabinet, she stood on tiptoe and propped herself up on the countertop to get it.

As soon as she touched a corner, a hot body suddenly hit her back.

Wen Yao's sensitive hand trembled, and without thinking about it, she turned around abruptly, and hit her with her hand.

Halfway was stopped by a man in the air, "What are you doing, murder your own husband?"

Wen Yao was so frightened that her heart beat violently, she didn't relax when she saw him, but became even more nervous.

She tried to retract her hand, moved it, and was grabbed tightly.

She held back her breath, "Didn't you go to see Sister Meng?"

"she is not here."

He looked down at her, condescending, his pupils were very dark, thick black, like a bottomless vortex, which could suck people in.

"You let go first."

She was so scared that her scalp tensed up. This is the tea room, and people would come in at any time. If she saw her here with him, and they were still so ambiguous, wouldn't it be all over.

He didn't move, whispered: "You haven't answered my question yet."

He insisted on this question, insisting that she give him an answer that he was satisfied with.

Wen Yao bit her lip subconsciously, "...No."

I didn't dare to look at him, so I didn't notice the man's eyes that were getting deeper and deeper.

"What's not."

He leaned down again, closing the distance.

Wen Yao took a breath and restrained her heartbeat, "I didn't intend to murder my husband, you walked silently, you suddenly scared me..."

He has already stepped forward and lowered his head.

Wen Yao's pupils shrank in shock.

She really didn't expect him to dare to kiss her here.

It wasn't breezy, but very blunt and fierce, prying his lips and teeth, and rushing straight in.

Wen Yao's hand held in mid-air was completely sore and limp, and she didn't even have any strength to struggle.

The tip of the tongue shivered.

Being chased by him, sucking.

Her mind suddenly went blank, as if time had stood still, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The waist gradually fell back.

She leaned against the edge of the countertop, her neck was sore from being pressed, she finally regained consciousness, and tried to push him away.

Being kissed became heavier and deeper.

Wen Yao almost suffocated.

The lower lip was bitten, causing her to grunt in pain, her brows were slightly frowned, and she raised her eyes to meet the man's.

The uncompromising gaze caught her, causing her heart to tremble uncontrollably, and she couldn't bear to move away after staring at each other for a second.

After a while, he slowed down slowly, giving her room to breathe, and finally bit the corner of her lips as if lingering, and the two gradually distanced themselves.

"Snapped."

Yan Sui helped her take down the oolong tea and threw it on the table, "This?"

No matter what, Wen Yao couldn't be so calm and composed.

She suspected that her face must be red now, and it felt like a fire.

It was his expression that nothing had happened that made her gnash her teeth in anger.

"Ok?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Yan Sui raised his voice a little.

Wen Yao glanced sideways, and although she didn't want to admit it, she rolled her throat and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes."

She was still in his side of the world, her feet seemed to have taken root, and she couldn't move.

"You want me to help you?"

He is so natural, Wen Yao doesn't have such a strong psychological quality.

"No need, I'll do it myself." She gritted her teeth behind her and added as if reminding or warning: "Boss Yan."

Yan Sui smiled.

Wen Yao felt that he probably thought her bravado was a bit ridiculous.

She was worried, and he was still fighting here.

Wen Yao ignored him, made tea and hurried out of the tea room with a mug in hand.

As soon as he went out, he collided with Yang Miaoran who came in.

The other party was startled and exclaimed, and raised his eyes to see her, "Can you walk longer?"

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and left.

Wen Yao stood there for two seconds, touching her heart.

so close.

If Yang Miaoran had come two steps earlier, she might have seen it.

But when Yang Miaoran walked into the tea room, she didn't expect Yan Sui to be there.

She stepped forward hesitantly, "Boss Yan."

Yan Sui glanced at her lightly with downcast eyes, as cold as ever, "Yeah."

Then leave.

"Boss Yan!"

Yan Sui paused slightly, then turned around, "What's the matter?"

When he doesn't want to be close to others, he is indifferent to every detail, making people shy away.

Yang Miaoran retreated in her heart, but she was brave enough to point to her lips, "Mr. Yan, there seems to be something here."

Yan Sui looked at her with burning eyes, and a sense of oppression came over him, almost making Yang Miaoran shy.

He didn't know what he did wrong, or that her meddling in other people's business displeased him, but he turned slightly pale with fright at Yan Sui's cold gesture.

A few seconds later, the overwhelming coercion disappeared completely.

"Thanks for reminding."

The man's voice was cold and indifferent. Although he thanked him, he was not sincere, even like an invisible deterrent.

Yang Miaoran tightened her fingers, her eyes were a little dizzy, she didn't raise her head, her voice was even thinner, "No, you're welcome."

Yan followed her back, turned and left.

Yang Miaoran breathed a sigh of relief and regained her vitality. Looking at Yan Sui's figure, she unconsciously raised her hand to caress her lips.

It looks like red, smudged...

It shouldn't be that he injured himself, but rather——

Yang Miaoran was startled suddenly, her eyes widened slightly.

Wiping her lips with her fingertips and putting them in front of her eyes, there was a slight redness on her fingertips.

It's lipstick!
As soon as this guess came, she shook her head instantly. How could there be lipstick on Mr. Yan's lips? It's not like he had kissed someone.

...Yang Miaoran was stunned.

Yan Sui went to Tang Meng's office again.

There was still no one there.

He glanced at it and was about to leave.

His eyes fell on the small mirror standing on her desk.

How small it is.

But the palm is big.

Pink.

He looked around, but no one was paying attention, and there were shutters blocking it.

He walked over to pick up the small mirror and took a look at his face.

Move down slightly, turn your face slightly, and lift up.

Sure enough, he saw a red spot on his lips.

At that time, I was only thinking about kissing, and I didn't expect to rub up.

He wiped it with his fingertips and got some on his fingertips.

Thinking of Wen Yao's demeanor, the corners of the man's lips rose slightly.

"...I squatted in the bathroom. Don't you know that you called me? How can you make Mr. Yan wait for me!"

"We don't know either. He's really been downstairs a lot lately. I almost got a heart attack just now."

"I didn't leave anyway, Sister Meng, you just..."

"my God--"

The words stopped abruptly.

Four or five people suddenly poured in at the door of Tang Meng's office.

They all looked at Yan Sui in astonishment.

The gaze went from his face to his hands, and then fell on the small mirror.

moment.

Everyone stood up straight, you looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked up at the ceiling.

I didn't see I didn't see.

I really didn't see anything.

How can Mr. Yan look in the mirror?
Yan always doesn't know how to look at himself in a small mirror.

Mr. Yan wasn't smiling when he looked in the mirror, he was just satisfied with admiring his good looks.

It is impossible for an ordinary handsome guy to be narcissistic in front of the mirror, okay?

Tang Meng retracted her chin that was about to fall to the ground, cleared her throat, walked over, and glanced at the mirror in Yan Sui's hand.

Well, yes, it's hers.

Peppa Pig style.

"What... President Yan, we didn't see anything."

A few people following her immediately echoed.

"Ah, yes, what happened just now?"

"It's nothing."

"Nothing, wrong place."

"That's right, old blind man, we won't say anything."

"Absolutely tight-lipped! I'm the best at being dumb."

...

Yan Sui: "..."

He put the small mirror back to its original place without haste, with a cold expression on his face.

His eyes swept across the group of subordinates who were watching their eyes and noses one by one.

Then, he looked straight at Tang Meng: "You, come to my office."

Then strode away.

Everyone held their chests and took a deep breath.

Tang Meng immediately followed, walked two steps, turned around again, put the small mirror into a drawer and hid it, pointed at them and said firmly: "This matter must never be told!"

Several people had "you understand" and "I understand" expressions on their faces.

"sure."

Tang Meng got their promise before leaving the office.

Wait for her to walk away.

Several people rushed back to their work stations immediately.

When he caught the person, he said excitedly: "I'm telling you! Just now, Boss Yan was looking in the mirror in Sister Meng's office and we bumped into him—"

When this news reached Wen Yao's ears, it turned out that Yan Sui was obsessed with his handsome appearance and couldn't help himself, secretly admiring it while others were not paying attention.

"..."

When Wen Yao learned about it, her mood was very complicated.

After get off work, when she followed the crowd out of the company, she saw a familiar car parked on the side of the road.

Nan Xu got into the car first, followed by Yan Sui.

"Boss Yan and Boss Nan went to socialize again?"

"Not only that, but also MD, it is said that it is the high-level birthday celebration."

"Big bosses are gathered here, and I really want to see them."

"You?" The man smiled, "Let's talk about it after ten years of hard work."

The car drove out of sight, Wen Yao also looked away, and walked in another direction.

Probably because he drank too much tea during the day, and after returning home, Wen Yao didn't feel sleepy after washing up.

Nest in the cinema watching a movie.

After watching halfway, I heard movement from downstairs.

Next is the bedroom.

Then there are the corridors.

Then to the entrance of the theater room.

Yan Sui knocked on the door, and Wen Yao said yes.

He opened it, leaned against the door, his eyes looked over, a little blurred, "Would you like hangover soup?"

The voice was hoarse.

Wen Yao crossed her legs, heard the words and looked over, stood up after two seconds, and put away all the snacks around her legs.

She was wearing a nightgown, with a fair face and clear eyes, "Drunk?"

Yan Sui rubbed his forehead, "Just a little."

He took off the tie and handed it to her. Wen Yao saw that his open neckline was flushed, not a little.

As he approached, he smelled a little heavy of alcohol, as well as a strong smell of rouge and gouache.

Wen Yao doesn't know how to make hangover soup, but her personality is to be a good wife, and she must fulfill her duties.

She walked downstairs, and Yan Sui followed her step by step.

His eyes fell on her beautiful swaying figure.

downstairs.

Wen Yao asked, "Honey water?"

"En." Shen Shen replied.

Wen Yao took a look at him, went to look for the honey that Aunt Kui put, and asked casually: "Do you high-level people also like the wine table culture?"

Yan Sui looked up at her, "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, "It's literally, like whether there will be someone to accompany the wine."

"You mean looking for Miss."

Wen Yao dug a large spoonful of honey with a spoon, and it smelled sweet. She casually stirred in the water, and tilted her head, "...Maybe?"

The honey water in the cup turned into a small whirlpool and completely melted. She carried it over and handed it to him, "It seems like I added a little too much, just add more water if it's sweet."

Yan Sui didn't answer, but grabbed her arm instead.

In order to avoid the water glass shaking, Wen Yao had no choice but to follow his strength.

She was pulled into his arms and sat leaning on his lap.

His breath fell on her neck, and then buried his head on it, lightly sniffing the fragrance of her body.

There was a burst of pain as he smoothed his forehead.

"Ask whatever you want, since when have you been beating around the bush like this?"

and also?
Wen Yao was confused, when did she live like this.

He held her waist with his big hand and rubbed it twice, "It's not that messy, it's just a meal."

Wen Yao couldn't believe that Yan Sui had an extramarital affair, and the businessman also cherished his feathers, especially with Yan Sui's identity.

If there is any reason, not to mention other things in the same industry, just the big and small troubles caused by the Yan family are enough for him to toss.

And he doesn't seem like someone who will cause trouble for himself. Many times, he tends to kill the slightest troubles directly in the cradle.

He started nibbling at her neck, itching a bit.

suck wet.

Wen Yao hid, taking a bath by herself and didn't want to get the smell of him, so she quickly pushed the person away, "Drink the food first."

Yan Sui raised his head, but he obeyed.

Wen Yao looked at him.

He also looks at her.

Wen Yao's eyes flickered slightly, remembering the gossip she heard in the afternoon.

Interested, "I heard that you secretly looked in the mirror in Sister Meng's office?"

He looked back at her calmly, "It's not secretly."

"Oh, it's really a photo." I didn't see it, but he was really narcissistic.

"Yeah." He admitted bluntly.

Then he said, "Your lipstick has reached my lips."

Wen Yao: "..."