Yan Zhen also stopped talking and left the ward, giving Yan Shu enough time to think for himself.

In the final analysis, this matter depends on her own wishes, if she wants to donate, no one can force her not to do it, and she and her parents can only respect and support her every decision.

…

That night, the Yan family was brightly lit, and the family was discussing the formal prosecution of the He family and his wife.

When Yan Xiuwen arrived, the uninvited guest was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Yan family, with a corrugated water cup in his hand, and he frowned.

"Xiuwen, come here, we are discussing the matter of the He family with Xiao Du." Mrs. Yan beckoned to Yan Xiuwen.

Du Fengqing was wearing a shirt, but he didn't wear a tie, it was obvious that he had just finished coming, he looked sideways at Yan Qing who was sitting next to him, his voice was gentle, and his peach blossom eyes were dyed with a smile, "Can you pour me another cup of hot water?" ”

Yan Qing at home dressed more casually than usual, and in the summer, she wore a camisole and shorts, and the white shirt was very light outside, and the skin color of her shoulders could be faintly seen.

The fair-skinned long legs shook in front of his eyes several times, and Du Fengqing had been deliberately avoiding his gaze, not daring to look directly.

Yan Qing didn't think too much about it, after all, that's what he usually wears.

Because in the summer, there was only cold water in the living room, so she got up and grabbed the water glass, got up and walked to the kitchen.

She was pouring water, Yan Xiuwen didn't know when, appeared behind her, and a deep voice sounded in her ears, "Why did you use your cup for him?" ”

His breath was heavy, as if he wanted to occupy Yan Qing's whole person in his arms.

Yan Qing didn't look back at him, looking at the cup in her hand, she didn't pay much attention to whether it was her own cup.

She usually uses this cup to drink water, because Yan Shu has her own ceramic cups, and she likes to collect all kinds of beautiful cups.

Yan Tingzhou usually drinks tea and rarely uses glasses, and Yan's mother is used to using small cups, so this cup is only used by herself.

Du Fengqing came to the house, and the maid at home poured water for him, so he took a cup casually, but he happened to take what he used often.

"Questions?" Yan Shu's voice was flat, holding a water glass, and turned to look at Yan Xiuwen.

She still held her previous attitude, and she still didn't have too many good feelings towards Yan Xiuwen.

If it was normal, Yan Xiuwen wouldn't care about her attitude when he got used to it, but now, Du Fengqing was outside, still using her cup...... The sour taste spread in his heart, he raised his hand and grabbed Yan Qing's hand tightly, and his voice was low, "Change the cup." ”

He deliberately kept his voice low to avoid being heard by someone outside.

Yan Qing looked at him and felt that he was a little unreasonable, just a cup, and raised his hand to slap his hand away, but he clenched it very tightly.

"Yan Xiuwen, let go." Yan Qing's brows tightened.

Yan Xiuwen grabbed her hand firmly, just didn't let go, almost gritted his teeth, "Can't you see what he thinks about you?" ”

Hearing this, Yan Qing looked at him and his expression changed slightly, "But does this have anything to do with you?" ”

Is this important to Yan Xiuwen?

Yan Xiuwen's expression was stunned, and when he looked at Yan Qing's inquiring gaze, he couldn't avoid it, and he was caught by the other party in an instant.

Yan Qing's hand holding the water cup tightened slightly, and his red lips pursed slightly, "Yan Xiuwen, do you like me?" ”

When the words fell, Yan Xiuwen's expression froze on his face, everything around him seemed to be quiet, and he held Yan Qing's hand as if he had lost his strength in an instant, and the problem of being caught off guard made him look a little panicked, and tried his best to hide it.

He quickly withdrew his hand, took a step back, turned his face sideways, avoided Yan Qing's gaze, and restrained his panicked emotions, "No." ”

Yan Qing's hand gripping the cup decreased slightly, she walked towards Yan Xiuwen, forcing Yan Xiuwen to look at herself, those clues that could not be sorted out before, seemed to slowly begin to have some traces to follow......

She calmed her voice and asked Fang Cai's words again, "Yan Xiuwen, do you like me?" ”