For Wen Zhiyuan, being able to marry Leng Yiyan is probably the most anticipated and happiest thing in this life.

The obsession when she was young, to the realization of her long-cherished wish now, she always feels very unreal, but it really happens.

Leng Yiyan didn't hug her, but opened the distance between the two, and when he turned around to turn on the light, he reminded Wen Sheng, "Don't get excited, your injury is not healed yet, be careful and tear it again." ”

Wen Zhiyuan heard his gentle admonition, and nodded sensibly through the light that lit up, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself and no longer let you worry." ”

She didn't know how.

The wound on the abdomen doesn't seem to be getting better.

In just over a week, the wound was torn again.

It was three days ago when she was taking a shower, because the floor was slippery, she fell in the bathroom and hit the glass table.

"Since you don't want me to worry, then don't be careless, what a big person!" Leng Yiyan casually joked when he took off his coat.

He had just turned around to hang up his coat when Wen Zhiyuan came over again.

She hugged Leng Yiyan from behind, rubbing her cheek against his back, "Brother Yan, you are so good to me." ”

Leng Yiyan didn't speak, slowly lifted his eyelids, and his gaze was fixed on his coat without focus.

The corners of his lips raised a touch of arc, and his eyes were full of gloom in the place where Wen Zhiyuan couldn't see.

It's really good, but it hasn't come yet.

At ten o'clock that night, Wen Zhiyuan went back to his room sleepily and went to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, Leng Yiyan, who was sitting in the living room, suddenly vibrated on his mobile phone.

He turned on the screen to see what's going on, got up with a wicked smile, and when he opened the door, there was a man standing in the hallway.

The other party didn't speak, he didn't speak, and the two were listening carefully.

A few seconds later, Leng Yiyan dodged and let the other party in, "Hurry up." ”

The other party sneered and lowered his voice, "Are you looking down on my ability?"

"Hurry up, hurry up. ”

After an inexplicable conversation, Leng Yiyan pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was very dark, and the curtains were specially added with a blackout cloth, and the halo pouring from the corridor could clearly see the Wen Zhiyuan on the bed.

The door opened and closed, then closed again.

The room was back to its usual darkness.

After a while, a red-faced voice came from the room.

Brother Yan shouted out from Wen Zhiyuan's mouth one after another.

The woman who was immersed in it didn't notice the pinhole camera that flashed a faint red light from the air conditioner on the opposite side.

Not surprisingly, Wen Zhiyuan's wound was tossed and inflamed.

……

The next day, Chinese New Year's Eve, the day of farewell and welcome the new.

The city of LA is still calm and peaceful.

This morning, Huo Ming and Huo Yun appeared at the door of the apartment wearing Tang costumes.

Their father is Chinese, and every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, they are required to wear Tang costumes as a sign of respect for tradition.

At that time, Huo Yun was sitting in the living room and looking, the bedroom door was closed, and she thought that the beautiful sister should not have gotten up yet.

And Huo Ming was leaning at the door of the kitchen, chatting with Qin Baiyu without a match.

He looked at the figure of the man skillfully preparing breakfast, clasped his hands around his chest, and teased: "Are you having a problem with the family's finances?"

When I saw this apartment that day, I wanted to ask you if you were here, is it difficult to hire a maid? or ...... Shall I lend you some money?"

Although he knew that Qin Yan couldn't be short of money in his hands, Huo Ming really couldn't get used to the scene of an excellent old man cooking around the stove.

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