(206) Only one of you

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Yan Shaocheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he meant to look at me. "Why don't you like to be proactive?" The meaning of Yan Shaocheng's words is too explicit, but it is also Yan Shaocheng's consistent behavior.

What he said seemed to mean was that I had to take the initiative to suffer even if I had to suffer, otherwise I wouldn't be able to say anything.

Such a man wants you to take the initiative when he kisses you.

"Am I not proactive enough?" I smiled at him, I was more proactive than others. Ordinary women are like dead fish, and I occasionally struggle.

I deliberately hung him, and if I kept taking the initiative, as he said, I would be stupid.

Without love, without mood, how can it be good.

"You're too fake." Yan Shaocheng reached out and stroked my cheek, as if he was rubbing a collectible jade. His knuckles are distinct, his palms are wide, as if he can control my destiny, and I look back at him, and the suit he is used to wearing makes me look like a scum no matter how I look at it.

Such a man makes me wonder if Fang Luyao is wrong in love. This man is shrewd and calculating, has a clear mind, and doesn't seem to need love no matter how you look at it.

He seems to have more important things to do than love, and I can't help but wonder if such a man will not be crazy about love even if he is in love.

Sure enough, the shrewd men in this world have brains, and of course they will perfect their imperfect skins.

It seems that his acting is much more serious than mine.

I reached out and hugged him, the man who seemed to be out of reach, his chest was so warm that you couldn't see his hypocrisy. Actually, I was like a dissecting guinea pig, trying to see how different this man's thinking was. Why would life be so different for the same man?

Perhaps there are many men in this world who are better or even perfect than Yan Shaocheng on the outside, but there are few men who are as hypocritical as Yan Shaocheng.

My life is just one Yan Shaocheng.

I smiled, and suddenly remembered that Yan Shaocheng had only met one me in his life.

He once said that I was bad and charming.

I laughed, inferior scum always like to sympathize with each other. And we belong to appreciating each other.

I reached out and stroked his imperfect skin, wanting to see why the thoughts under his skin had disguised him so beautifully.

I hugged him and pressed it tightly against his chest. With a smile on my face, I kissed him, only to drop the water but not deeply.

Then he looked at Yan Shaocheng with a smile.

"Your mind is complex and reverie, and you can't help but want to snoop." I'm telling the truth, what I can't control about Yan Shaocheng the most is his harmful thoughts. His bastards, his hypocrisy, his gentleness, his city, his ...... Everything makes people reverie, how can a man be so complicated?

If people were just simple biological attributes, they wouldn't have so many thoughts.

Yan Shaocheng listened to my words, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he didn't have too much expression. He whispered in my ear, and the words blew on my ears, a little itchy. "Your chest is soft." He whispered in my ear the words of love with color, the way he was intrinsically.

I wanted to let go, but Yan Shaocheng also reached out and hugged me, so tight that my chest was close to his chest.

I laughed, scum.

I hugged him tightly and kissed him, kissing him as he had done before.

Didn't he just say that I wasn't proactive enough? Isn't it much more proactive now?

But it seems that there is something that can't be stopped, Yan Shaocheng can't stop, and I have to follow him.

"Bell, bell, bell." The phone rings in the office. I'm glad, it should be a call from within the company.

In this way, I can have a reason to push Yan Shaocheng away.

As a result, Yan Shaocheng reached out and pressed the hands-free button directly, and the sound was directly released.

Although we are now husband and wife, we should avoid any way to say it, after all, this is in the office.

I stayed calm and prepared to answer the phone.

Yan Shaocheng stopped, but he didn't plan to let me go.

"Miss Fang, there is your courier downstairs, do you need me to bring it up for you?" It should be the phone number of the front desk lady.

But because Yan Shaocheng won't let me go, I'm confronting him. Of course, I'm afraid that this scene is embarrassing in the eyes of outsiders.

So I didn't reply.

"Miss Fang?"

"Miss Fang?"

"Miss Fang, are you listening?"

"No need, I'll pick it up when I get off work, thank you." Yan Shaocheng's voice came through, and he answered directly for me.

"Good. You are welcome. That one...... Mr. Yan. "The front desk lady naturally didn't know what our situation was, and she was a little uncomfortable with Yan Shaocheng's sudden reply.

"Send it up." Naturally, I can't let Yan Shaocheng wait for the opportunity to act recklessly. If it is allowed to develop like this, Yan Shaocheng will really play office romance.

"Good...... Okay, Miss Fang. "The front desk lady is obviously not very comfortable with our behavior, and frankly she will definitely think about it, after all, I am in the office with Yan Shaocheng.

This is a lot of lace news, and there is new gossip in office public opinion.

"That...... Mr. Yan. "It's clear that the front desk lady doesn't know who to listen to.

"Just do what Jingjing said." Yan Shaocheng is really making a gesture, he looks like this, others really think that he loves me, he loves me very much.

The phone hung up, and the contest between me and Yan Shaocheng was over.

By the time the front desk lady had already sent it up, Yan Shaocheng was already standing aside as a humble son as before.

The front desk lady was obviously not very normal, looked at us and it looked as if we had committed a big crime.

"Thank you." I took the package and thanked him, while Yan Shaocheng stood aside.

After the front desk lady left, I took a closer look at the package in my hand.

Strangely enough, I don't think anyone was going to send me a package.

I looked at the box with suspicion, and sure enough, there was no sender's address on it, which made me wonder if there was something inside.

Yan Shaocheng saw my doubts, walked over to look at the package, and also looked at it carefully.

His eyes never let go of small things, and of course there will be no exceptions this time. He examined it carefully and found that there were air holes.

"Looks like someone sent you a living thing." The corners of Yan Shaocheng's mouth rose, a little deliberately.

But I am somewhat clear that there must be a problem in this world if you send something without writing an address.

Yan Shaocheng said that it was alive, so it should be about the same.

"That's interesting, guess what? Who wants to take revenge on me? I deliberately asked Yan Shaocheng with a smile, and then picked up a knife to unpack the package.

"Are you sure you want to tear it down?" Yan Shaocheng raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a questioning expression.

(To be continued.) )