"Shen Xuyan, do you have to be so excessive?" When Yan Ruo heard these two words, she roared a little excitedly, from childhood to adulthood, she was most afraid of hearing these two words.

Now that it came out of his mouth, she was embarrassed.

The liquid that had been hidden for a long time circled back and forth in the eye sockets, and the lips trembled.

"Do you mind? Or do you think I gave you 50 million to buy you as a wife?" Shen Xuyan's emotions were well hidden, as if he was afraid that others would see his emotions, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

But this smile seemed sarcastic to Yan Ruo.

Wife? Lover?

Yan Ruo gritted his teeth, stepped forward, didn't look at it, picked up a pen and signed his name on it.

As he signed, a tear fell from his eye socket onto the paper, soaking down.

I don't know if it's because of his attitude towards himself, or because of the pressure and grievances he has endured for so long, so he cried in front of him.

Even if I want to keep my arrogant side in front of him, I still can't help it.

The sound of tears dripping on the paper smashed into Shen Xuyan's heart, and it tightened violently, feeling suffocated.

Look away, trying to calm your emotions.

"Is there anything else to do now?" Yan Ruo glanced at him, sniffed, and said stubbornly.

After listening to this, Shen Xuyan didn't say anything, got up directly, took a set of pajamas from the closet, and walked towards the bathroom.

Inexplicably irritable, I don't want to see her tearful eyes at all.

"Bang ......"

There was a loud bang.

Listening to this sound, Yan Ruo's heart came back to his senses, glanced at the big bed not far away, bit his lower lip, walked over, lifted the white quilt, lay inside, and tightened his body, like a wounded hedgehog, protecting himself from leakage.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, silently crying, looking at the bed curtain, his eyes gradually became empty.

Smelling the familiar shampoo on the pillow, he lightly hooked his lips, and it smelled as good as ever.

It's as if everything was the same as before, a familiar taste.

At that moment, everything fell silent.

Yan Ruo pulled the quilt and hurriedly closed his eyes, looking like he was asleep.

Shen Xuyan looked at the bulge on the bed, and the hands wiping his hair slowed down.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and I didn't know if it was because she had just taken a shower or because of something, so I looked at her fixedly, unable to take my eyes off it.

It wasn't until much later that he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed with her face facing her, and looked at her quietly.

Even when he was asleep, Yan Ruo could feel that there was a pair of eyes looking at him at this moment.

What's more, the feeling of the bed suddenly sinking down is so obvious.

A heart, pounding - the fawn rambles.

Looking at her tear-stained face, Shen Xuyan habitually stroked his hand, gently wiped the tears off her face, and inadvertently raised the corners of his lips.

Feeling his action, Yan Ruo became even more nervous, and he didn't dare to come out, entangled in whether he wanted to wake up or not.

For him, she looked forward to him, and hesitated, this contradictory and struggling psychology made her very uneasy.

The ringing of the cell phone broke the silence.

Yan Ruo opened his eyes and happened to meet him.

He didn't wear the pajamas he had just brought in, and at the moment he only had a bath towel around his waist, and his hair was still dripping with water, which was a different kind of charm.

And he looked at her quietly.

"The phone rang. After the two were silent for a long time, Yan Ruo had to be reminded.

"Hmm. Shen Xuyan replied lightly.

It seems to be inadvertent, which makes Yan Ruo feel like he is doing something too much.

Being stared at by him like this, Yan Ruo was still a little embarrassed, and reminded again very uninterestingly: "It may be urgent." ”

In this regard, Shen Xuyan no longer answered, but chose to look at her lightly, got up and walked to the table on the side, picked up the phone, looked at the name on the phone screen, frowned, and pressed the answer button.

"Preface, have you slept?" Yunman's brisk voice came from the phone.

"Nope. When he answered, he glanced at the person on the bed, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I'll be at the airport tomorrow morning, can you pick me up?" Yun Man smiled, but there was anticipation in his tone.

Shen Xuyan was silent.

"What's wrong?" Yun Man couldn't hear his answer, so he asked, and after a few seconds, he spoke again: "It's okay, if you're busy, just get busy first, and I'll go directly to the company to find you when the time comes." ”

"Good. Shen preface.

“……”

“……”

After a few words, he hung up the phone.

Yan Ruo looked at his lukewarm appearance, and couldn't help but guess in his heart who made the call, looking at his appearance, it should be Yunman.

Over the years, she can always see all kinds of information about them in magazines and newspapers.

Even though she deliberately avoided it, she always couldn't help but open it, telling herself in her heart that she would take a sneak peek, and it would be okay, it would be fine.

In this way, every time she had their news, she was deeply imprinted in her mind.