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Yan Ke woke up at about three o'clock in the middle of the night. Although Su Qin's sofa was wide enough, it was a little short for him, and when he slept, his neck was bent very painfully.

Yan Ke lifted the quilt and sat up, the bathrobe was opened by him when he was sleeping, the front placket was wide open, and the light blue wall lamp shone on his neatly arranged abdominal muscles, which looked very sexy. Yan Ke scratched his hair in confusion, and realized for a long time that this was the living room of Su Qin's house.

He turned his belt out of the quilt, straightened his bathrobe a little, and pinched his neck. At this time, he saw the note and key that Su Qin had left on the table.

I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. The largest of the keys on the table was the key to the door. If you want to go home, open the door yourself.

Good night

Su Qin

Yan Ershao picked up the bunch of keys on the table, picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table and looked at the time. As soon as I opened the desktop, I saw the information box pop up. It was a message from her mother Fang Ru, and the time of sending it was one o'clock in the morning, which roughly means that she recently had a big business and needed to fly to Europe in person, and she would return to Yan's house a few days later for the New Year. By the way, tell him that the card she sent him pocket money has been unfrozen. The money from the previous months was put into the card at one time, so that he would not treat himself badly.

Yan Ke pursed his lips and turned off the information. If he could, he would rather not have the so-called pocket money, he was a big man, and it was not that he couldn't support himself, so that his mother would send pocket money every month, in fact, Yan Ershao also felt very helpless.

However, giving out pocket money was probably the only way Fang Ru knew how to be kind to him. He didn't want to refuse her, though he didn't feel that this so-called compensation would make him happy in the slightest.

He was long past the age when he needed to squander money to find a sense of existence, and money had always been a tool to make his life more comfortable, not a reason for him to be happy.

Yan Ke sat on the sofa for a long time, until he felt cold, and then covered the quilt.

Three o'clock in the morning is the time when people sleep most soundly, but now he can't sleep at all.

Almost every year during the Chinese New Year, my mother would go back to Europe once, and every time she said it was a business dealing.

He actually knew that his mother, he just wanted to go to a hotel. In a hotel in Paris, Europe, Fang Ru has a long private room. That was the room she lived in when she and his father Yan Donghua were together for the first time. To this day, no matter how busy she is, she returns to Paris every year a few days before the Chinese New Year and returns to the hotel.

Europe is the place where mothers and fathers fall in love, and in Paris, France, which is full of romance, handsome military officers and beautiful female students spend the most beautiful year together. At that time, Fang Ru was a woman in her early twenties, wearing a Chinese-style slim cheongsam on a foreign street, with a quiet smile on her face, like a blooming lily. From those old photos, he could feel that it must be the most beautiful memory of his mother's life.

Later, after returning to China, my mother married my father and spent a simple and quiet life. It's just that the good times didn't last long, his father had a plane crash, his grandfather had a heart attack, and overnight, she lost her husband and father, and at that time, she was still pregnant with a child in her belly.

How much should a woman love her man to survive in that situation and live a lifetime with the memories of him?

One life and one couple, how many living people can't do it, but Fang Ru did it with a dead man's tablet. Twenty-four years, two full Mayan cycles have passed, and she has not changed her mind.

The reason why his mother didn't want to return to the Yan family, he could guess it somewhat. If they could, who would want to live in the jealous and sympathetic eyes of others? Sympathy for his father's early death, jealousy for his grandfather's treatment of the other side.

He clenched the key in his hand and looked at the door of Su Qin's bedroom hesitantly.

Before he met this woman, he had no idea what his mother was doing. He always felt that women were sensual animals. For the sake of a dead person, why bother to lose your whole life?

But now he seems to understand a little. That feeling of liking someone and wanting to be with someone forever.

Probably, affection and loyalty are also a kind of genes, passed from his mother to him through blood, with determination and firmness, with almost any cost of giving and pursuing.

Yan Ershao never thought about what he would do if Su Qin just didn't like him? He subconsciously didn't think about this possibility.

He knew that if the person he liked happened to like him, then he was the best lover in this world. If, no, that kind of result is easily unbearable.

He sincerely hoped that Su Qin could make the most suitable choice for herself.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Ershao couldn't help but take advantage of the darkness to sit up again. He clenched the key in his hand, and the ghost opened the door of Su Qin's bedroom.

Before entering the door, Yan Ershao kept thinking, what if Su Qin woke up? Thankfully, she slept well.

He squatted barefoot on the edge of the bed to watch her, and in the hazy night, her expression seemed very comfortable, still picturesque, gentle and indifferent.

As if bewitched, Yan Ke gently dropped a kiss on her forehead. The moment he touched her forehead, he snapped away, but he couldn't help but reminisce about the feeling he had just felt.

Su Qin seemed to feel something in her sleep, and frowned slightly. In the silent darkness, Yan Ke could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat. Plop plop plop ~ so clear, so intense.

Holding his breath for a while, he saw that Su Qin seemed to be asleep again. Yan Ke slowly stood up and walked out of the room.

Behind him, Su Qin's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes in the dark night......

The next morning, Su Qin was woken up by a sound coming from the bathroom. Because of the structure of the house, Su Qin's master bedroom is directly opposite the bathroom.

She was wearing thick pajamas, got up from the bed, opened the door in a daze, and then saw Yan Ershao wearing a black bathrobe, revealing a large piece of chest, stepping on cotton slippers, shaving in the mirror, white foam pasted half of his face, shaved the clean half, revealing the arc of the resolute lines, and it looked quite charming.

Yan Ershao heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and looked up at his glasses. Su Qin was dressed in neat pajamas, tightly wrapped, and leaned out of the door. Half of the long hair was draped in a mess on his shoulders, and he was messy, like an octopus ball.

"You...... Ahem, why are you here? Su Qingan got up, his throat was still a little dry, and his voice was hoarse.

"There's a problem with the heating over there, do you want me to wash my face and brush my teeth with cold water in the winter?" Yan Ke pursed his lips, he drove people away early in the morning, do you want to be so unkind? Also, what are you doing in the early morning when you're dressed so neatly?

"Uh......" Su Qin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Yan Ershao ran to her side to take a bath yesterday, and then fell asleep on the sofa: "You won't sleep on the sofa all night, will you?" ”

"Or else?" Yan Ke glared at her from the mirror angrily, and there was a little grief in his eyes: "I got up early this morning and died of neck pain." ”

Su Qin: Do you blame me? The whole room, only my bedroom has a bed!

"Hurry up, I ordered breakfast, and I'm going to bring it over later." Yan Er Shao cleaned himself up, took his clothes and went to the toilet to change, satin gray shirt, jeans and black windbreaker, exquisite workmanship and high value, worthy of his title of 'mobile brand'.

The relationship between the two is still so calm and natural, and last night, the kiss in the hazy night was like a dream, and after waking up, there was no trace.

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