The car was speeding on the way back to Z City, no one spoke again, the music was flowing slowly, the atmosphere was just right, and the faint feelings were spreading.

Le Yao's phone rang, "Mom?"

"Yaoyao," At this time, Yu Peiling was waiting for the security check at the airport, "Where did you go last night? Why aren't you at home?" She has been to Tianlu No. 1, Le Yao is not at home, and the phone can't get through.

Le Yao quietly glanced at Wen Yunting and whispered, "I went to my friend's wedding." She was a little nervous, afraid that her mother was in her suite, and if they went back together now, wouldn't they just happen to run into her?

"I'm at the airport now, and I'm going to accompany Uncle Wen to Shanghai," Yu Peiling said, "I'll call you again in the evening." ”

"Good. Le Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Yu Peiling's turn to go through the security check, and she hurriedly instructed, "Take care of yourself, you know?"

"Hmm. Le Yao said and hung up the phone.

"Auntie's phone?" Wen Yunting pursed his thin lips lightly, and asked in a shallow tone, with a little more tenderness in his words, and there was no longer the indifference and alienation of the past.

"Hmm. Le Yao murmured, she was a little tired, closed her eyes and recuperated, He Zi pulled her to talk last night, she got up too early in the morning, and drank some wine, she was still a little tired in the end.

Looking at her lazy appearance, holding his thin blanket in his arms, his heart is still warm in the end, as long as she is around, as long as he can see her, he will be in a good mood.

Later, when Wen Yunting picked her up from the co-pilot, Le Yao woke up, and the underground parking lot of Tianlu No. 1 was very quiet, and the sound of each other's heartbeats could be heard quietly.

Le Yao's ears were slightly hot, and she struggled, "I'll go by myself." ”

He didn't let go, but hugged her tightly, and as soon as he lowered his head, he kissed her eyebrows.

They had lingered many times before, but this kiss like a dragonfly made Le Yao tremble slightly, and it seemed that her breathing was about to stop.

Wen Yunting let her down, and looked at her eyes, without the indifference of the past, he stretched out his hand to her.

She hesitated...... Finally put his hand into his big palm.

Big hands hold small hands.

The heart is warm.

And sweet, instantly into the heart and lungs.

Le Yao was a little shy and didn't dare to look at him, but was led by him. If she looked up, she would surely see the corners of his lips slightly raised and his shallow smile.

"...... Tonight"

"...... Tonight"

The two of them spoke in unison, but they stopped at the same time, and then, Le Yao's gaze at him quickly dodged again.

"You speak first. Le Yao's face was slightly hot.

"You speak first. Wen Yunting looked at her delicate face, and what had never been sweeter in her heart was like never before...... This seems to be the feeling of being in love.

Le Yao's cheeks became even hotter: "What are you going to eat tonight?"

Wen Yunting raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "You say." ”

"The two of us...... You've got to give an opinion. Unconsciously, there was a little gentle coquettishness in her voice.

"Can you cook for me?" he began to ask less domineeringly, but softly.

"Good. She was sweet in her heart, and then pulled her hand out of his palm: "Then you go back first, and I'll go grocery shopping." "Since I started working, there was almost no food in the fridge.

Just as she turned around, Wen Yunting suddenly grabbed her arm, and said in a warm and soft tone: "I'll accompany you." ”

Le Yao was slightly stunned, did she hear it wrong? He accompanied her? She went to the supermarket to buy ...... What's more, in front of others, he has always regarded her as a stranger...... This time, he took the initiative to accompany her, isn't he afraid of being met by acquaintances?

On the winter street, the cold wind was blowing, Le Yao pulled up the neckline and put her hands in her pockets. They didn't hold hands like they had just held hands in the parking lot, they kept a little distance from each other, and they were silent all the way, but they all had a warm smile in each other's eyes.

There are not many people in the supermarket, Wen Yunting pushed the shopping cart and walked behind Le Yao, and did not talk too much, she walked in front, and occasionally turned around, you could see his handsome face.

When he was in the fresh food area, Wen Yunting raised his hand slightly towards Le Yao, pointed to his mobile phone, and then let go of the shopping cart and walked to the entrance of the supermarket to answer the phone.

There are many types of fresh food, and Le Yao looked at it while walking.

"Le Yao?"

She turned around and saw Luo Zhen coming over with a shopping cart, and her eyes couldn't hide her triumph. Le Yao frowned slightly.

"Le Yao, what a coincidence, you also came to buy groceries?" Luo Zhen said with a smile, it seemed that there had never been any unpleasantness between them, and she even let go of the shopping cart and wanted to hold Le Yao's hand.

Le Yao looked at her coldly, and then dodged her hand without a trace, and put the good meat into his shopping cart.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Luo Zhen's eyes, looking at Le Yao's shopping cart, her voice raised slightly: "Le Yao, you buy so many dishes, can you eat them all by yourself?" Last time in the supermarket, she met Le Yao to buy condoms, and this time she bought so many vegetables, she vaguely guessed something.

Le Yao said, "Please let me." She had nothing to say to Luo Zhen, and she didn't want to be false and perfunctory, but Luo Zhen deliberately blocked in front of her, making her shopping cart unbearable.

"Ouch. Luo Zhen screamed deliberately.

"What's wrong?" Ming's mother heard the news, but saw Luo Zhen protecting her lower abdomen, and Le Yao's shopping cart almost hit her lower abdomen, so she pushed Le Yao's car unhappily: "Le Yao, what's the matter with you? Luo Zhen is pregnant with a child now, if there is a ...... with three long and two short"

Le Yao was taken aback, her eyes fell on Luo Zhen's face, the latter's eyes were undisguised pride and triumphant show-offs, she was stunned: Child?

"Le Yao," Ming's mother used to like Le Yao very much, but because of the cancellation of the marriage, she was a little estranged from Le Yao in her heart: "Let me go." She pushed Le Yao's shopping cart to the side, but unfortunately, the wheel pressed on Le Yao's feet.

Le Yao took a few steps back, but did not make a sound.

Ming's mother glanced at Le Yao unhappily, and then left with Luo Zhen, saying as she walked, "I knew that I shouldn't have come to this supermarket, and the transportation is far away from home." ”

"Mom," Luo Zhen had already changed her name, and said coquettishly: "The seafood in this supermarket is very fresh, and Minghao likes to eat ...... most."

"What's the matter with Ming Hao, didn't you say that you came to pick us up? Why haven't you come yet?" Ming Mu frowned.

Looking at their figures, thinking of Luo Zhen's character, Le Yao still sweated for Ming Hao in the end, and said suddenly, "Aunt." ”

Ming Mu turned around.

Le Yao's face was slight, some things were choked in her throat but she couldn't say it, thinking of Mingmu's rheumatism, this is a fresh area, there are freezers on both sides, and the temperature is still cold, so she said: "On such a cold day, pay attention to keeping warm." ”

Her concern made Ming's mother a little embarrassed, "Hmm." ”

"Le Yao, don't worry, I know to take care of my mother. Luo Zhen held Ming's mother's arm, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. When she saw Ming Hao, who had just walked into the supermarket, she shouted as if showing off, "Ming Hao!"

Ming Hao walked over and frowned, "Mom, why did you come out?" he wanted to take Ming Mu and leave, "It's too cold in the fresh area." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Le Yao, who had been going on for many years, and he felt that he hadn't seen her for a long time, and he was stunned for a while.

"Senior, long time no see. Le Yao greeted.

Ming Hao came back to his senses, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but he couldn't laugh, "It's been a long time." ”

Luo Zhen walked over and held Minghao's arm kissing, "You're here?"

Minghao was about to push her hand away, but she pulled her tighter.

Seeing the two kissing, Le Yao was a little embarrassed.

"Yaoyao. Wen Yunting came over after answering the phone, and when he saw such a scene, he frowned slightly, and then naturally took the shopping cart in Le Yao's hand, "I've been looking for you for a long time, don't you want to buy groceries, let's go." ”

Seeing Wen Yunting who suddenly appeared, Luo Zhen was stunned, but in an instant, her face warmed up, and she called sweetly, "Wen is always good." But in the bottom of my heart, a strong jealousy rose.

Wen Yunting ignored her, and reached out to wrap his hand around Le Yao's waist: "Let's go." ”

Looking at the figure of them leaving, Luo Zhen's eyes were slightly angry, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Why does that Mr. Wen look so familiar?" Ming's mother's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it.

Luo Zhen's gaze swept over Ming Hao lightly, and said with a hint of malicious jealousy: "He is the vice president of our group." When Wen Yunting was working as the director of the marketing department, she deliberately approached him and tried all means, but she never got a good look from him, and even once she deliberately fell into his arms, but he coldly pushed her away. And when she deliberately snatched Ming Hao from Le Yao's hands and thought she was the winner, she didn't expect Le Yao to be with Wen Yunting. She is jealous and hates Le Yao, what is she like herself, but why can she always get the favor of men?

Ming's mother said to herself: "Where do I seem to have seen him?"

"Mom," Luo Zhen reminded with a smile, "Some time ago, the newspaper was full of news about his marriage. When she said this, she had mixed feelings, deep jealousy and malicious pleasure.

Ming's mother was stunned: "Le Yao...... How could Le Yao follow him?" she remembered that Wen Yunting's bride in the newspaper was not Le Yao.

"Alas," Luo Zhen sighed deliberately: "I couldn't understand why Le Yao resigned before, it turned out to be because of Mr. Wen. She sneered with a hint of ridicule: "I just don't know what she thinks, how can she be someone else's junior for money?" After speaking, she deliberately raised her eyebrows and looked at Ming Hao.

Ming's mother's face was ugly, and Le Yao's impression in her heart fell directly to the lowest point.

*

"What are you thinking?" Wen Yunting carried the supermarket shopping bag and walked side by side with her, he found that since he met Ming Hao, her mind was a little distracted.

"Nope. Le Yao's gaze fell shallowly on his face, but in his heart, he was a little more worried about Ming Hao.

"Don't lie. Wen Yunting did not allow her to be perfunctory.

Le Yao walked silently.

Wen Yunting followed her and sneered: "The old love for him is gone?" How could he forget that Ming Hao was Le Yao's fiancé, and when he thought of them, they once hugged each other, once lingered, and once ...... His chest was stuffy, and he was suffocated with jealousy.

Uh! Le Yao was full of black lines, and there was nothing between her and Ming Hao...... And she has an old love for him. She murmured, "Nothing." ”

Although Wen Yunting was a little unhappy, no matter what, she said no, and he believed it.

*

He leaned against the kitchen door, watching Le Yao skillfully wash and chop vegetables, and his focused appearance made him unable to take his eyes off, so he said, "Listen to Auntie, you are very good at cooking?"

"A little. "Le Zhengming is a famous chef in Peach Blossom Garden, Le Yao has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he has learned some home-cooked dishes.

Wen Yunting was wearing home clothes, and the lines on his face were much softer: "Pork ribs can be braised in a braised mouth, and winter melon can also be used if stewed, but why do you use mung beans?"

"Stewed pork ribs with mung beans, the soup tastes fresh and not greasy. Le Yao lit the fire, and the flame danced at the bottom of the pot.

Her words coincided with a sentence in Wen Yunting's memory, he was slightly stunned, and his eyebrows tightened slightly: "Mung bean pork rib soup, isn't this supposed to be eaten in summer?"

"You can eat it in winter. Le Yao bowed her head and replied, and began to untie the apron around her waist, her appetite has always been very light, and she does not like to eat greasy and spicy things.

Wen Yunting's heart trembled slightly, and then he hugged her from behind. He felt the shiver of her body as he tied the stubble on his chin around her neck.

"Yaoyao. He called to her in a low voice.

Such an ambiguous posture made her heart beat suddenly, she answered softly, turned her head sideways and tried to avoid his kiss, but as soon as she turned around, he kissed her on the lips.

The mood is different, and it seems that the kiss is also lingering.

He kissed her gently, shallowly, but he didn't allow her to break free, his hand was tightly around her waist, and he didn't allow her to break free.

Between the lips and teeth, the breath touches.

"Yaoyao", when his lips and teeth were slightly clutched, he whispered in a low voice.

"Hmm. Le Yao responded, her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Wen Yunting increased the strength of his hand, tightly wrapped her in his arms from behind, kissed, and fell behind her hot ear: "Derpy ......"

"Hmm. ”

His kiss came to an abrupt end, her delicate face was imprinted into her eyes, the lips he had kissed were slightly red, blooming like flowers, her slightly flashing eyes were shining, he looked at her in surprise, and his hand touched her cheek: "Derpy," he whispered softly to her again.

Le Yao's chest was almost suffocated, her eyes were dodging, but she no longer answered his light call, and her face was a little unnatural: "The rice has not been put into the pot yet." She broke free from his restraints, turned her back to him, and began to wash rice, her heart pounding and apprehensive.

Wen Yunting's excited mood instantly dropped to the freezing point, standing in place, his eyes followed her like a shadow: "Derpy, Derpy." ”。

Le Yao bit her lower lip, not daring to look back, let alone responding to him.

"Derpy," Wen Yunting's hands fell on her shoulders, trying to break her shoulders, but she broke free: "Plug in the electricity of the rice cooker." ”

"Derpy—" Instead of plugging it in, he hugged her tightly.

Le Yao struggled, and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?" Finally, she broke free and deliberately pretended to be eating: "Who is Derpy?"

Wen Yunting smiled bitterly, looking at her, but his heart was desolate, could it be that he felt that something was wrong? Or did he think too much and put her in the same seat as Derpy?

Le Yao was flustered, this time, it didn't seem to be his babbling when he was confused...... Could it be that he found something? Is he testing himself? She deliberately poked his chest with her hand, and her lips raised slightly: "Wen Yunting, don't call other women's names in front of me...... But when she turned around, her eyes were wet.

*

As soon as dinner was served, Le Yao received a call from Yu Peiling.

"Yaoyao," Yu Peiling had already arrived in Shanghai, stayed in the hotel, and looked at the bright and prosperous night scene of Shanghai, she asked with concern: "Have you eaten?"

"It's done. Le Yao handed him the chopsticks as she spoke.

Listening to the quiet voice on the other end of the phone, Yu Peiling's heart quieted down a little: "By the way, next Saturday's New Year's party will be opened by you and Yun Ting," this is the decision of her husband Wen Xiaocheng, saying that let the brothers and sisters dance open, which can be regarded as a way to introduce Le Yao to everyone.

Le Yao said with a little weakness, "Mom, I can't dance." When she was in college, when her classmates were busy with various clubs, she worked as a tutor in her break time to earn a living allowance, and she never danced when she grew so old.

When Wen Xiaocheng proposed, Yu Peiling felt a little repulsed, she instinctively didn't want to get her daughter and Wen Yunting together, but if you think about it carefully, dancing the opening dance is indeed the most eye-catching way to introduce: "You really can't dance?"

Le Yao's gaze swept over Wen Yunting, and then moved away: "Mom, I really can't jump." In addition to not being able to jump, she also doesn't want to appear in front of everyone in such a dazzling way.

"It's okay, I'll call Yun Ting and ask him to find a dance teacher to give you urgent training. Yu Peiling advised: "Yaoyao, don't let your mother down." ”

Ending the call, Le Yao sighed, put the phone on the dining table, and lowered her head to eat.

When he saw the little pretentious look on her face after she finished the call, he smiled, I don't know when, she smiled frequently, and he didn't even want to miss a frown, and later, he gave her a bowl of soup.

Le Yao gave him the ribs in the soup: "I only drink soup." ”

Wen Yunting was slightly stunned, then looked at her for a long time before retracting his gaze. At this moment, Yu Peiling called him.

"Auntie?" Wen Yunting looked at Le Yao, who was sitting opposite him, and didn't dare to come out, "...... Okay, no problem, I'll ask someone to teach her how to dance...... You can rest assured. ”

Le Yao pursed her lips and glared at him.

Wen Yunting put down the phone and gave her the food again: "Pout a little higher, and you can hang a bottle of soy sauce." "At the New Year's party, he can dance with her at the opening dance, heh, he's so happy.

Le Yao ignored him and sent all the dishes he gave her to his bowl.

Wen Yunting was paranoid and took the dish and brought it to her lips.

Le Yao was slightly stunned, the roots of her ears were slightly red, and then she opened her mouth and bit the dish.

Wen Yunting smiled, opened his mouth, and motioned for her to feed him.

Le Yao's eyebrows raised slightly, "Close your eyes." "At the bottom of my heart, I have a touch of bad thoughts.

He obediently closed his eyes and waited for her to feed him.

Le Yao brought the spoon to his mouth, and he bit the spoon badly, opened his eyes to look at her, but did not let go.

Le Yao was stunned, looked at him lightly, and he let go with a smile. He proudly chewed the food she fed him, but after just two bites, he suddenly felt numb and uncomfortable.

Looking at his embarrassment, thinking that his prank had succeeded, Le Yao smiled.

"You're still laughing. Her smile made him happy, even if his tongue was tingling.

Knowing that he was uncomfortable, Le Yao served him mung bean soup.

But Wen Yunting only shook his head and didn't drink.

Le Yao brought him a glass of warm water: "Rinse your mouth." ”

After rinsing his mouth several times, Wen Yunting still felt that his tongue was numb and crispy.

"What the hell, you've made me lose any appetite at all. He circled around her as if he was cheating: "Yaoyao—"

Le Yao was angry and funny, and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, "You deserve it." "I didn't expect Su Ricen to be cold, and he actually had times when he played like a child.

"I'm uncomfortable," Wen Yunting looked at her meaningfully and said, "Don't think about being comfortable." "The bottom of my eyes is all hot.

"Don't mess around!" she read the meaning of his eyes, and her ears turned red.

He looked down at her: "Who said I'm going to mess around?" Fingers rubbed her shoulder, and he bowed his head and kissed her, "Let you try it too, is it numb?"

Le Yao was delicate and ashamed, and surrendered: "...... Wait...... Washed the dishes and ......"

"Good. He was unashamed to speak.

Le Yao's cheeks were flushed.

……

The night is deep, and love is sleepless.

Love lingers in the depths, Le Yao is as tender as water, whispering his name, her tenderness and sweetness tugging at his heartstrings.

After lingering, hugging her, Wen Yunting's hand stroked her slightly wet forehead, looked at her slightly red cheeks, and his heart was warm, "What is this?" He found a thin and long scar on her lower abdomen, although the scar of the wound was very shallow, but it made him feel distressed.

Le Yao was extremely tired, and her eyes were slightly closed.

Under the light, Wen Yunting looked at her, her lower abdomen had no fat, but it didn't seem to be tight enough. Looking at the scar, his thoughts were suddenly startled...... He was jealous, jealous of the man who had had her, and for a moment he lost his mind and said, "When you were with him, he was ...... too"

She understood the meaning of his words, her face was hot, and she grabbed his bad hand with a hint of resentment: "What do you think?"

Suddenly, Wen Yunting was overwhelmed by the nameless fire: "You ......"

"What am I?" Le Yao laughed at his gaffe in a low voice.

Her ridicule was a provocation in his eyes, so he suppressed her and bullied her again.

Afterwards, Le Yao was so tired that she couldn't open her eyelids and fell asleep directly. Wen Yunting, on the other hand, didn't feel sleepy at all, and was half lying on the bed smoking.

He reviewed the bits and pieces of their realization in his mind, especially the several times she emotionally called his name, as well as her unintentional familiarity with the Peach Blossom Garden and Biyuan...... A cigarette burned out between his fingers, burning his fingers and hurting slightly.

He looked at her face, and the more he looked, the more he felt......

He dialed He Haotian's phone: "Looking for a private detective......" His voice was low, but it did not affect the tiredness of the people around her at all, and she still fell asleep.

*

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Yunting took Le Yao to the flower and tree market, and when she entered the greenhouse, her eyes lit up.

Wen Yunting stopped in front of a glass basin, Le Yao walked over, and when she saw the daffodil seeds, her breath was a little suffocated.

Such an inconspicuous thing, but unexpectedly, Wen Yunting bought two.

Le Yao followed behind him, apprehensive, and did not speak.

"Do you know what this is?" Wen Yunting asked.

Le Yao followed his steps and said sullenly, "Narcissus." ”

Wen Yunting stuffed two daffodil seeds into her hands.

"What do you want me to do?" Le Yao chased after him as if she was holding a hot potato.

Wen Yunting didn't speak, and took her to buy a small glass jar that was no bigger than her hand at a smacking price.

She put the daffodil seeds in a glass jar and stuffed it to him: "I don't want it." ”

Wen Yunting stuffed it into her again, and said in a light tone, "I want to see it grow from a white bud to a lush daffodil, from a wrapped bud to a blooming daffodil." Yaoyao, I want you to help me raise it. ”

Listening to his words, Le Yao's eyes were wet, and he didn't insist anymore, but walked towards his car with the glass cylinder in his hand. This sentence was what she once said to him. It's just that she didn't expect that after five years, he still remembered, and he really bought a narcissus to raise.

"What are you doing so fast?" Wen Yunting strode up and grabbed her arm.

"It's so cold outside. She lowered her eyebrows and made excuses: "I'm going home." ”

Wen Yunting opened the car door and smiled at her uninhibitedly: "What are you going to do when you go home?"

She would have been mistaken and her face flushed: "Pervert." ”

Wen Yunting reached out and pinched her cheek: "As you wish, I will be a very good and conscientious pervert." ”

Le Yao's face was even hotter, he slapped his hand away, and said lightly: "Be serious!"

"What's wrong with me?" her flushed face was so seductive, he wanted to tease her, and he was very happy when she saw her shy and cramped appearance.

"You're not serious from head to toe. Le Yao was slightly annoyed, and pushed away his salty pig hand: "Especially the hand," blocking him from leaning over and kissing her on the lips: "And here's ......"

"You haven't tried, how do you know I'm not serious......"

"I've tried!" she growled in a forceful voice, and as soon as she had finished speaking, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to dig into.

Wen Yunting's burst of laughter rang in her ears.

She was angry, covered her ears with her hands, and stole the bell.

But his hilarious laughter still reached her ears, and she was ashamed, "You can laugh again!"

What is this cute little woman going to do?

Le Yao's face turned red, and she pounced, and her pink fist fell on his chest, but he took it into his arms. She realized that she actually threw herself into her arms, so she struggled to push him away again, and pursed her lips: "I'll be angry if you laugh again!"

Looking at her appearance, Wen Yunting really felt very cute, leaned over and pecked her red lips lightly, again and again. Le Yao couldn't get angry, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite him.

"Hey!" he grinned as he grinned as he sore the corners of his lips.

Looking at his painful appearance, Le Yao smiled triumphantly: "Hmph!

Unexpectedly, in the next second, he kissed him firmly...... And, out of breath. And her hand involuntarily put her arms around his neck...... was bitten by her, but he wanted to punish her, so he aggravated the lingering on his lips.

Not far away, Ming Hao retreated to a flower shop gloomily, his eyes were burned, and his heart was so bitter and sour that he almost suffocated in pain. He...... Really lost her, forever and ever. It turned out that he had never gotten her, even if it was only for a brief moment.