In the air, the fragrance of young buds floats, but there is a hint of red wine in this aroma, which is intoxicating.

Tang Wanwan crouched in Zhou Yanhui's arms, breathing lightly and rapidly.

Zhou Yanhui also came to his senses for a while, and looked down at the little girl in his arms, "Have you eaten dinner?" ”

"I soaked the noodles, but I didn't eat them." She was still lying on her stomach, not moving.

Zhou Yanhui was quite speechless: "Tang Wanwan, how did you survive the first 22 years?" ”

She froze in his arms.

First 22 years...... It's easy, with a father and a brother, carefree.

It was the six years of the previous life that were difficult.

Life is worse than death, like purgatory.

Zhou Yanhui felt the stiffness of the person in his arms, "What's wrong?" ”

Tang Wanwan put away the emotions in her eyes and hugged his neck: "I'm hungry." ”

He chuckled and whispered in her ear: "Not enough? ”

Although he laughed like this, he finally let her go, and tidied up his clothes a little to cook for her.

Tang Wanwan wrapped a small blanket around her body and sat quietly on the sofa in the bedroom.

Zhou Yanhui complained from the direction of the kitchen: "Said good cooperation, why did I do all the housework?" ”

Tang Wanwan came back to her senses, put on slippers and ran to the kitchen, deliberately sticking behind his back: "You can also not do it, there will be a little girl to toast you at the entertainment and give Yan Shaotou a hug." ”

Zhou Yan paused slightly: "Eat me, isn't it Tang Wanwan?" ”

After saying that, he turned around: "Go take a shower and change your clothes." ”

She smiled shallowly.

Zhou Yanhui's heart moved, and her voice was slightly lower: "Are you quite happy today?" ”

Otherwise, there would be no such good thing.

"Guess." Tang Wanwan didn't tell him, got out of his hand and slipped back to the bedroom......

Zhou Yanhui's gaze deepened slightly.

He continued to cook simple dishes, regardless of whether she heard it or not, and said lightly: "At dinner today, a person surnamed Zhao took a fancy to your program group, and said that the sum of the few little girls tonight is not as good as the little fairy." ”

Zhou Yanhui chuckled again: "Producer Wang actually thought he was talking about Ning Nuan." ”

In the bathroom, Tang Wanwan was originally taking a shower, but after hearing Zhou Yanhui's words, she suddenly turned off the water, and her voice was tense: "The surname is Zhao?" ”

"Zhao Bingyu, an investor in City B, has a good relationship with Producer Wang." Zhou Yanhui said casually.

After he finished speaking, Tang Wanwan's blood coagulated all over his body.

Zhao! Ice! House!

That morally degraded scumbag!

He showed up early!

She didn't speak for a long time, and Zhou Yanhui was not at ease: "Tang Wanwan? ”

She came back to her senses and immediately replied, "I'm dressed." ”

With that, she turned on the shower head and frantically washed her body......

After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes.

Like a calm little beast, she turned off the water, dried herself and changed into clothes.

When I went out, it was as if nothing had happened.

While sitting at the table waiting for her meal, she sent a message to Xiaole.

[From the cloudy day, you follow Sister Hong, call me immediately if there is any situation. 】

Xiaole immediately replied to the message [I'm afraid that Sister Hong will scold me. 】

Tang Wanwan's fingertips moved slightly, [Believe it or not, if you don't go, I'll fire you now.] 】

Xiaole was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

They all bullied her, and they fired and fried at every turn, this is her eighth job after graduation, and if she doesn't do well, she will go back to inherit 46 properties as a charter wife.

She doesn't want to be a charter wife, she wants to be a big broker!!

Xiaole aggrievedly sent a few words [Got it. 】

Tang Wanwan smiled very lightly, and then put down her phone and looked at Zhou Yanhui leaning back at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at her.

He still had the same clothes on him, black trousers and a white shirt, but the shirt was not tied into the belt after the previous entanglement, and it was more casual than usual.

She put her fingers on her chin: "I'm starving, what about the rice?" ”

Zhou Yan turned around and brought out two dishes from the kitchen, and sat down herself, looking like she was going to eat together.

Tang Wanwan looked at him: "Didn't you come back from dinner?" ”

Zhou Yan replied to the bottom that he was a noble son from everyone, and when he heard this, he raised his eyes: "Newlywed, it's not good to snub your wife." ”

Tang Wanwan lowered his eyes and smiled.

So far, she and Zhou Yanhui have gotten along well.

But, it's just a deal, and she won't narcissistically think that they will last forever.

Who is Zhou Yanhui, how many powerful people fold in his hands?

She was silent.

Zhou Yanhui's gaze was deep.

After eating, Zhou Yanhui didn't let her wash the dishes, and cooked by herself.

When Tang Wanwan was about to go to the study, he grabbed her hand: "Haven't you told me why you're in such a good mood today?" ”

Tang Wanwan was surprised.

When she called him today, she was really in a good mood......

But, she stared into his eyes and said slowly, "I don't want to tell you now." ”

Zhou Yanhui pulled her closer again, and her voice was hoarse: "Ten o'clock in the curfew, do you remember?" ”

After saying that, he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Tang Wanwan picked up his fist and smashed his shoulder: "Zhou Yanhui, I have to write a manuscript." ”

"I'm the boss." He pushed her behind the door and whispered, "I'll give you a vacation, now your employer has more important business." ”

His eyes were clear as he looked at her, exuding the charm of a man of his age.

Tang Wanwan turned her face away and bit her lip: "Zhou Yanhui, we are yin and ......"

"Yin Yin what?" He was not in a hurry, and stretched out a finger to caress her lips.

Tang Wanwan bit him and was very angry.

Zhou Yanhui continued to laugh: "You are a puppy, you can bite." ”

After speaking, he attached it to her ear and said something that he was reluctant to say easily.

Tang Wanwan couldn't stand this, so she raised her foot and kicked him: "Zhou Yanhui is really a faint gentleman." ”

He laughed, his forehead pressed against hers, and then his hand reached down to find hers, his fingers clasped.

She was a little nervous and called his name: "Zhou Yanhui." ”

He said yes slowly, and kissed her slowly...... Until she couldn't stand it anymore, "Zhou Yanhui, you bastard." ”

He chuckled and stopped, then took two steps back.

Tang Wanwan had her back against the door panel, and there was a little spring in the corner of her eyes, and she couldn't say anything about her amorous beauty.

She stared at him and said again, "You bastard." ”

Zhou Yanhui gently pinched her chin, "It's strange, I kissed you and you scolded me for being a bastard, I let you go and you still scolded me for being a bastard, Tang Wanwan, do you want me to kiss you or let you go?" ”

He is so sophisticated, she is so young, and ten Tang Wanwan are not Zhou Yanhui's opponents.

She was bullied by him and cried half-truthfully, and Zhou Yanhui also felt that she was too angry, so she naturally hugged her and coaxed her well......

He is in the prime of life and newly married, so holding and coaxing him like this is inevitably another bully.

*

Late at night.

The bedroom is dark and dark.

Tang Wanwan leaned sideways against the side of the bed, no sleep.

The name Zhao Bingyu set off a shocking wave in her heart.

She will avenge the hatred and hatred of her previous life.

But she knew that she couldn't shake this big tree at all, and if she missed a blow, it would only make the Tang family worse.

But now this scumbag has set his sights on her.

She closed her eyes, and all that came to her mind was the blood from Sister Hong's forehead in the previous life.

Zhao Bingyu's scum, coupled with Ning Nuan's encouragement, Sister Hong's head was smashed with blood by the red wine bottle.

So much, so red, dyed half of Sister Hong's face.

Eight stitches!

That time, Sister Hong's forehead had eight stitches.

In Tang Wanwan's black pupils, a touch of murderous intent rose.