The lights are on.

It was already eight o'clock when I returned to the city, and Wen Yihua did not propose an invitation to dinner.

Wang Xueyan didn't want him to send him home, so he simply let him send him to the company.

When she got out of the car, Wen Yihua looked at her thoughtfully: "When are you going to get married?"

Wang Xueyan did not answer his question directly: "Since Mr. Wen insists on me to follow up the project, I will not affect the progress of the project because of personal matters." ”

Looking at the crack in his glasses, she said, "Well, I'll pay you for the glasses!"

Wen Yihua grinned: "Okay, why don't you pei me now!"

Wang Xueyan didn't want to distinguish whether he was saying "accompany" or "compensation", so she shrunk into her scarf: "Thank you for sending me back and walking slowly." After saying that, he walked back to the building without looking back.

Wen Yihua looked at her and walked away, the corners of her lips slowly rose, and she smiled very comfortably.

Wang Xueyan returned to the office and prepared to export the photos of the SLR, only to find that the camera had been left in his car.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the endless traffic on the street, as well as the scarf that she had forgotten to return, and sighed softly.

The things in the world are still chaotic when they are cut and straightened out.

Ten years, she thought her heart was calm, but she was still disturbed by Wen Yihua.

When I went home after smelling the painting, I saw from a distance that under the street lamp at the door of the apartment, Cheng Anqi was wearing a beige coat, and the dim smoke shone on her, stretching her shadow slender, looking particularly lonely.

A trace of guilt welled up in Wen Yihua's heart, and he quickly stopped beside her.

Cheng Anqi looked down at her shoes, suddenly felt the sound of cars and silhouettes around her, looked up at Wen Yihua, and her eyes were full of indescribable joy: "Yihua, you are back." ”

Wen Yihua took her hand and got into the car: "It's such a cold day, why don't you call me and wait here?"

Cheng Anqi tilted her head and smiled: "I just want to surprise you." ”

The house is open-plan decoration, the bedroom and living room are almost integrated, and the study area is separated by a bookcase, and the whole is Nordic style.

As soon as he entered the house, he poured water for Cheng Anqi when he smelled a painting: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Cheng Anqi sat comfortably on the sofa, feeling his care: "Well, wait for you to invite me to eat something delicious." ”

"I'll make it for you!" Wen Yihua said with a smile.

Cheng Anqi's eyes widened: "I've known you for so many years, I didn't know you could cook?"

"You take a break, I'll be fine for a while. "There was a sound of a painting coming from the kitchen.

Cheng Anqi didn't wait long, and saw steaming stir-fried green vegetables with shiitake mushrooms, braised short ribs, and tomato egg soup at the table.

"I bought some food a few days ago to make a supper, and I used it today. Wen Yihua smiled and served Cheng Anqi a meal.

Cheng Anqi was happy in her heart: How did she meet such a good smelling painting?

Now that she feels so good, how do you start the topic she wants to talk about?

After the two finished eating, Wen Yihua quickly cleaned up the kitchen, and Cheng Anqi leaned against the door, with a questioning smile on her face.

"When I was a child, I always had a Chinese nanny cook for me," he says. So, there is no stranger to Chinese cuisine. One year, I suddenly developed a strong interest in cooking, and later I made it better than the babysitter. Every time my mom came back, I would make it for her. ”

Cheng Anqi quickly straightened up when she heard this: "How much more do you have than I can imagine?"

Wen Yihua smiled and sat on the sofa with her shoulders: "You have to be patient and dig slowly for this." ”

As he spoke, he took the SLR he brought back, looked at it over and over again, and said, "You wait for me." ”

Walking into the study, he took out his phone.

I heard Wang Xueyan's voice coming from the mobile phone: "Hello!"

"I'm smelling a painting. ”

"I know!" she didn't say much.

Wen Yihua looked at the SLR in his hand and continued: "Your camera fell on my car. ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xue responded: "I went upstairs and found out." I'll have someone come to your office tomorrow to pick it up. ”

"Me, can I take a look at today's photos?" Wen Yihua's tone was a little nervous.

Wang Xueyan didn't expect him to ask like this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and after hesitation, Wen Yihua explained: "I only look at the photos on our company's construction site today." The others don't look at ......."

"It's okay!" Wang Xueyan interrupted him: "Look, by the way, export it, so that I don't have to pass it over." ”

Put down the phone, smell the picture and start to guide the photo with a smile.

Cheng Anqi also came over, sat beside him, and looked at him on the desk.

He was used to being angry with little girls like Cheng Anqi, so he reached out and rubbed her hair: "It's all right at once." ”

Cheng Anqi nodded: "One painting, this is really good." It's like our home. You work, I accompany you. ”

Wen Yihua's hand paused slightly, looked at her and smiled: "Do you want to see our villa?" ”

Cheng Anqi showed great interest, quickly sat down next to him, rested her head on his shoulder, and looked at the photos in the computer.

Wen Yihua's face was stunned suddenly, and among the photos of many buildings, his photos appeared.

He flipped back to the photo and saw that it wasn't one, but several.

He looked down and smiled, he looked up, he looked back......

Cheng Anqi's face was cold, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but clench her palms.

Smell a painting and feel her strangeness,

Cheng Anqi said: "Did your colleague take it? It seems that this person is very concerned about you!"

Wen Yihua smiled indifferently: "It's a man, what do you pay attention to?"

Cheng Anqi felt a little more relaxed in her heart: "What do you mean! It makes me seem to be stingy." ”

Unexpectedly, he smiled slyly when he heard a painting: "The person who took the photo is really a woman." ”

Cheng Anqi remembered the last time he teased himself in the bar, and lowered his face: "If you want to make me angry, just do it! Anyway, I'm very generous! However, if the person taking the photo is really a woman, then I can be sure that she likes you very much." ”

"Do you like me?" Wen Yihua repeated her words, "I think it's almost as much as I hate me." ”

Cheng Anqi's face darkened: "What a woman's photograph? You are so good, she still hates you? Does she have vision? Is she the kind of woman who is particularly tall, average-looking, and has a very bad temper?"

Wen Yihua smiled: "Didn't I tell you last time? It's the designer who works with our company, she is beautiful and charming." Also want to tell you who is coming, as a result, you are not interested. ”

Cheng Anqi immediately changed to an aggrieved look: "One painting!"

"Huh?" Wen Yihua looked at her with interest, waiting for her to speak.

"It's not that I'm not interested, but I'm afraid of ......" Cheng Anqi stopped talking, lying on the desk, her eyes fluttering, as if she was recalling something.

Wen Yihua asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"This designer is my classmate Wang Xueyan, right?" Cheng Anqi said quietly.

Wen Yihua was surprised: "So you know!"

Cheng Anqi lowered her head and looked like she was in tears: "I know, I already knew." ”

Wen Yihua reached out and hooked her chin, making her face herself: "What's wrong? It seems that the mood is a little wrong? You know but don't tell me, do you want to deliberately see my jokes? You classmate seems to hate me very much, sometimes, I really don't know how to get along with her." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Anqi got up to leave him and walked to the living room gloomily.

He also hurried to chase after him, but found that Cheng Anqi was crying.

Now he was really anxious, and reached out to wipe her tears: "Anqi, why are you crying?"

Cheng Anqi's lowered eyelashes were already stained with tears, and Chu Chu pitifully hugged him: "One painting, I'm afraid you will be snatched away by her." ”

Wen Yihua was stunned, helped her up and looked: "Aren't you and her very good classmates?"

While talking, they sat on the sofa, and Cheng Anqi clenched his hand: "She and I have been best friends for three years in high school." At that time, she was the head of the propaganda department, and I was the head of the recreation department, and we often participated in various school activities together. Once, the school held a speech contest. I asked her several times, and she said she wouldn't participate, but on the last day, she signed up. Since everyone was going to compete, I wanted to discuss and rehearse with her, and she never rehearsed with me. I also dragged her to choose a dress for the competition, and she said that the dress I chose was not good-looking. But on the day of the competition, her clothes were exactly the same as mine. She was always interested in the people around me. In the past, Li Xuanwen chased me, and I don't know why, so I became her boyfriend. Later, there was a new male classmate in our school, and I got along very well. But she broke up with Xuanwen suddenly, and within a few days, the new male classmate became her boyfriend. I'm always stupid and don't know anything. My classmates reminded me that I didn't doubt her either. Later, I went abroad, and in retrospect, I slowly figured it out. It turned out that she was comparing herself to me all the time. If I like it, she's going to intervene. As soon as I painted, I felt very bad. Really, I'm panicking. I've known she's a designer for your company, but I don't want you to think I'm a fuss. So, I deliberately acted like I didn't want to know who she was. Now I can't control myself! I love you! My feelings for you are really deep, deep, I can't live without you. I'm so scared that she's so close to you, I'm afraid she'll snatch you away. As she spoke, tears rained down her eyes.

Wen Yihua was not moved by her confiding in her feelings for herself, but Wang Xueyan's cold face flashed in her mind, as if she was thinking, he said, "Isn't she going to get married?"

Cheng Anqi suppressed the disappointment in her heart, what she wanted was Wen Yihua's busy comfort and persuasion, not this kind of in-depth understanding of Wang Xueyan's questioning.

She threw herself into his arms again, her shoulders trembling: "Yes, she's going to get married, but I'm still so worried in my heart, because she's really good at seducing people, and she has a word that almost all men can't resist." ”

Wen Yihua thought about Wang Xueyan's expression that he didn't want to speak at all, and asked lightly: "What words?"

Cheng Anqi sat up, lowered her eyes and sobbed: "She will say to men: You are very similar to someone I know." ”

"Who?" Wen Yihua muttered.

"Her first love!" Cheng Anqi said, "Yihua, if you don't believe my words, you just wait! One day, she will say this to you." I know her very well!"

Wen Yihua was shocked, this was too inconsistent with the Wang Xueyan he saw, he said: "Anqi, you have been abroad, and you may not know her very well." I've heard that she and her fiancé have a very good relationship. Moreover, she was also cold to me. You don't have to worry about it at all. ”

Cheng Anqi looked up at him, "A painting, I love you!

After saying that, he put his face against his chest and smiled softly.

Wen Yihua hugged her lightly and patted her on the shoulder, as if to comfort her.

Cheng Anqi lay in his arms and unconsciously pressed his face.

Her face was hot and red, and she whispered in a trance: "A painting!"

Wen Yi's lips touched her smooth forehead, but it never moved.