CHAPTER XXXV

At the moment when the warmth met the coldness, Wen Zhen hugged his shoulders tightly with his arms.

Some of the consciousness is out of order.

You can only feel the madness encroaching on your body.

Finally, the broken fabric rested on the cold marble platform, insulating the most direct coolness, and his arms were crossed at the waist, and he felt the touch of those veins beating because of the exertion.

Finely flax stirred every inch.

The switch of the faucet against his back was slammed, Wen Zhen's back trembled, and the white bulb above his head flickered a few times in his pupils, and then went out very quickly.

For a moment, she leaned all her strength on Yan Chaoyu's arms, and when she couldn't bear it, she closed her long eyelashes, opened her lips and bit them.

A tooth mark fell from his shoulder.

Yan Chaoyu's eyes were full of red bloodshots, his eyes were tightly grasped at the end of her hair, his jaw felt the wetness between her foreheads, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

I can't bear the slightest thought of treating her like this.

But as she approached her with the weapon that was about to shatter the treasure, a hand seemed to be clenched tightly in her throat.

Wen Zhenwu's hair spread all over her snow-white waist, and shadows fell down on top of each other, and she sat steadily, straightening her instep as she usually practiced.

He wanted to call her Zhenbao as usual.

So he said that he was willing to break it on the bed.

The darkness and filth that were suppressed in the depths of my heart grew wildly in an instant.

When the long moon was in the sky, the curtains in the bedroom were not full, and there was no row of faint light strips in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, only the night and a night light remained.

When she was in a trance, her cheeks fell into the light and shadow, and she was almost demonic.

Yan Chaoyu finally leaned over and kissed her, holding her lips, with a hearty smile in his eyes, he was born handsome and handsome, leaning on the head of the bed so decadently, hugging her inseparable.

He whispered that he was willing to do it, and he would give it now.

He looked at Wen Zhen's eyes moistened with water and nodded, and the moisture in his eyes was the same as the rain in his palm, wet and sticky, so he couldn't take his eyes off.

Thinking of this, he pinched his cheeks and moistened them deeply.

He was really reluctant.

But only at this moment, the heart fills the valley debt, and then goes to fill a person.

"Yan Chaoyu ......" Wen Zhen raised his plain white neck and looked at him, his delicate eyes full of hope.

He does what he says.

When the wind and rain subsided for a while, she looked at him with her slender neck, panting slightly and asking him if he was refreshed?

Tear up that cheongsam, shred that haute couture suit.

He knew that Wen Zhen preferred kisses to surging fills, but tonight he guarded what he refused to give her what he had longed for for a long time, so that she hung high like the moon in the sky, and could not be implemented.

Yan Chaoyu patiently asked, "Do you want to?" ”

Pressed again and again, the faucet behind her was on one gear, and she was completely soaked.

Yan Chaoyu's eyelashes were still half wet, and he hugged her tightly in a panic, thinking of the real reason for the scar on his back for the umpteenth time.

Yan Chaoyu said: "Zhenbao, is it okay to call again?" ”

——— Chaoyu, my good nephew, do you think you can really control the Yan family and control everything?

——— you don't even dare to have desires.

Wen Zhen's fingers traced a he, the strength tensed his body, and asked softly: "Yan Chaoyu, you are enough now...... Sober? ”

Yan Chaoyu endured the pain, and stared at her with a downward gaze.

Airports, computers, countless red and green lines intertwined, documents, negotiations......

At this moment he needed to listen to it, and one sound was enough for the snake to come out.

Outside the window, the wind and rain swept the branches, and the shadows of the trees were projected.

Feel the rain-soaked ground, the seeds digging deep into the ground, growing from the rhizomes, and then breaking through the ground.

“…… Good"

"Zhenzhen, you are not a cheongsam, nor a suit shirt, you will not break, I am reluctant."

Wen Zhen shed tears, stroked his angular jaw, and stroked his sharp Adam's apple with his fingertips.

Is it torn?

In the absurdity, there is also an attractive tension.

Fill the numbers with your heart.

Yan Chaoyu was stunned, chatting and laughing at the golden banquet hall and wine table all the year round, and smiling in the conference halls of countless high-rise buildings in countless cities.........

Yan Chaoyu had seen her like this once, very early.

Wen Zhenbei's teeth bitten secretly, as if the flesh and blood were worn out, and her beautiful eyes stared at the raindrops colliding outside the window.

Those eyes had already been induced by the drug to induce congestion, including the boki threshold, which was also at a critical point, but he would rather do so.

Extreme strength and flexibility are combined.

Suffocate.

Yan Chaoyu was silent, she didn't know at all, he had never been so sober, so sober that he wanted to pull her to sink together.

Wen Zhen suddenly laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were shining, and his voice was like a drizzle: "It's Ah Chao, it's also ...... Husband. ”

The balloons that swelled to the point of exploding in my heart seemed to be liberated, and the tips of the needles were stabbed, and the sound was banging.

Just four words, hearty.

Branches on the moon,

But the moon was already on the branches.

The day is coming.

Yan Chaoyu tidied up everything alone, and then put the clean person back on the soft bed, tucked the thin quilt, hugged her, and felt the sweet fragrance of orange blossom in her hair.

Close your eyes briefly while the night is still dark.

Three hours later, the light outside the window suddenly poured in, and Yan Chaoyu suddenly opened his eyelashes.

It's another day.

He will pick up the crumbs of shirts and dresses on the floor, destroy last night's evidence, and then change into neat and new clothes.

No wrinkles.

It has been a week since I moved from Tanting to Qinglong Bay Villa.

Wen Zhen took a few days off, went to the dance studio to practice on time every day, and drove home on time in the evening.

In the past few days, I also received a call from my cousin Yi Dong, saying that his schedule was too tight and he would not come to Beijing.

Wen Zhen hung up the phone, only to feel that a child of this age said one thing is another.

At the end of August, autumn is coming.

The vehicle passed through a ginkgo avenue, and the green branches were gradually yellowing.

Today is Yan Zhongling's funeral.

In the cemetery, everyone was dressed in black, and their faces were solemn and staring at the stone monument.

Yan Pingshan's hands were folded on top of the Huanghuali dragon cane, a pair of old hands pressed slightly, and his eyes sank to the line of names on the tombstone.

"The Tomb of Yan Zhongling"

In his life, he had five sons and two daughters.

Among the four sons who died in infancy, the fifth son also passed away for more than ten years.

The rest of the sons,

The eldest son, Yan Zhongbai, is gentle and kind by nature, and he wants to suffer his mind, so he honed him several times and became a legitimate successor, but his son was born without that strength;

The second son, Yan Zhongxu, is more than smart, but he is timid in his actions and embarrassed by his responsibilities;

As for Zhongling, that is the son who is most like him, he has placed countless expectations on him, but unfortunately he lame a leg in an accident, and because of this, he has been depressed for several years, and at the same time, he has not started a family because of physical disability, until he restarted the group affairs in recent years, and his ability is still undiminished, he thought that Zhongling would no longer have major twists and turns in his life in the future, but ...... Now it has turned into a pile of loess and white bones.

Let him send the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

When he was in the right time, he experienced the pain of losing his son twice, and as a father, it is naturally false to say that he is not sad;

But at that time, Yan Pingshan was not just a father, he had too many things to do, and at that time he was going through an important turning point in his life, and he couldn't be depressed or depressed.

Every piece is more important than home......

So he didn't have time to hurt and could only continue to calm day after day.

And now, at this age, and after the pain of losing a child, Yan Pingshan just stared at this cold tombstone for a long time after the ceremony, with no sadness or joy on his face.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he turned around and led everyone away.

Back at the old house, there are guests seated in the front hall.

A group of theater actors were invited to the courtyard to sing Peking Opera on stage.

Wen Zhen walked under the corridor and glanced at it from a distance, and she had only seen these people on the stage at the Spring Festival Gala celebration, and the real person was the first.

Today, there is occasional noise in the house, but it is calm, and only the shadows of people come and go.

Wen Zhen followed Aunt Liang to the inner hall, and just after passing the weeping flower door, he saw a familiar figure appear in front of him.

It's Yan Qing good.

She seemed to be on the phone, just turned around, and as soon as she raised her eyes, the two of them met, and Qinghao immediately cut off the phone and walked towards her with high heels.

At the funeral, they didn't communicate much, so they could only say a few words at this moment.

"It's fine."

"Sister-in-law......"

When Yan Qinghao approached, Wen Zhen saw that her eyes were red for a week, obviously she had just cried.

Wen Zhen frowned: "Why are your eyes red from crying?" ”

Qinghao shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "I remembered some things when I was a child......... On my grandfather's birthday that year, my third uncle also hugged me and my eldest brother...... I watched the play under that stage. ”

"It's just...... Now I'm just grown...... The third uncle is gone......"

Wen Zhen hadn't met the third uncle, but she also had an uncle, so she stepped forward and hugged Qinghao, patting her gently on the back to soothe the girl's fragile emotions.

"It's fine, it's okay."

After crying for a long time, all the emotions in Qinghao's heart were vented, she wiped away her tears, took Wen Zhen's hand, and sobbed slightly: "I...... I'm fine, sister-in-law, let's go first......"

The two of them walked inside together.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the door, I heard a few sudden clanging sounds in the study in front of me, and I don't know what was broken, which was particularly harsh.

Wen Zhen was shocked, and hurriedly grabbed Qing Hao, who was moving forward, "Qing Hao, don't go over yet." ”

Her eyes returned to silence as she stared at the hidden wooden door.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound inside, and the hearts of everyone outside the door suddenly hanged, and Aunt Liang, who was standing behind, changed her face, and rushed forward to push the door open.

I saw that the old man Yan was curled up on the ground with his chest covered, his whole face was white and red, and he was shouting something inarticulately, obviously looking angry.

Qing Hao was so frightened that she broke free of Wen Zhen's hand and ran forward to help crying.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

The entire inner courtyard was very busy, Yan Chaoyu hurried over, his eyes swept over the people in the courtyard, and in a few seconds, he hid the sharp edge of his eyes, and only ordered in a deep voice that there were too many guests in the front hall, so there was no need to alarm him to go to the hospital, and immediately go to the family doctor at the end of the alley.

Everyone in the Yan family was guarding the door, completely panicked.

The family at the end of the alley is the former director of a hospital in Beijing, and because of some past relationships, he has been taking care of Yan Pingshan's health in recent years.

Aunt Liang's flustered eyes also came to her senses, and she hurriedly looked for someone to invite that person over.

Yan Pingshan is old, and his health has been poor in the past two years, and he has been relying on drugs to maintain him.

There is also a private doctor who comes to check every three or five times, and nothing has happened on weekdays, but this time it was a sudden onset, and the person fell straight down in the study.

More than an hour later, the bedroom door opened, the doctor walked out calmly, he looked at Yan Chaoyu, and said calmly: "The old man is fine, but you should pay more attention in the future, this is not easy, don't be stimulated by other stimuli." ”

Yan Chaoyu bowed his head and personally sent people down the attic.

The door was hidden, Aunt Liang and a servant stayed in the house to take care of the elderly, there were people standing in the corridor outside the door, Qing Hao was frightened and cried in her mother's arms, and the second uncle of the Yan family raised his eyes and glanced at Yan's mother and the Chaozhou behind him.

Wen Zhen stood in the corner, the first time he experienced the events of this mansion in one day, he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart, and just after he was focused, a heavy step sounded at the stairs.

Everyone came back to their senses and followed the prestige, and saw that Yan Chaoyu had a cold and cold demeanor, and his eyes that had always been calm and gentle suddenly showed a thick haze, and his gaze was fixed on one place, and the closer he got, the heavier his steps became, and the wooden planks of the attic trembled slightly.

"Pilgrimage...... You...... What are you doing? Yan's mother subconsciously stood in front of Yan Chaozhou and looked at him with panicked eyes.

Yan Chaoyu's face was always calm, his body shape was certain, his whole face fell into the dark against the light, and he couldn't see any emotion clearly, he said lightly: "Come here." ”

Hearing this, Yan Chaozhou was tired and lazy, and went down to the attic with him without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yan's mother immediately followed the footsteps, and just went down the corner of the second floor, only to see Yan Chaoyu suddenly raise her arm-

"Smack" –

A thud echoed here.

Yan's mother immediately screamed and pushed Yan Chaoyu fiercely, but the man's body was like a towering mountain, and he couldn't shake it, and at this moment there was a wind blowing through the courtyard in the courtyard, and only a corner of his clothes was blown by the wayside.

Yan's mother was exhausted, and fell to her knees with tears in her eyes: "Chaoyu, that's your own brother!" ”

Yan Chaoyu didn't look at her, only stepped forward, half-squatted, and coldly looked at Yan Chaozhou, who was prostrate in front of the pillar, and then waved his hand and grabbed his messy clothes, without saying a word, and threw another punch in his face.

"Ah Chau!! Yan Chaoyu: What the hell are you going to do!! ”

Yan's mother suddenly climbed forward, and a face that was crying with pear blossoms and rain suddenly became ruthless, and she pounced on Yan Chaoyu to catch her.

Wen Zhen bumped into this scene as soon as he came down the stairs, his eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to help Yan's mother, and just held her hand that was waved towards Yan Chaoyu, and the skin of his forearm immediately felt a pain.

Tears suddenly pressed into her eyes, and her eyes were red, she bit her lower lip tightly, and a very low pain overflowed between her teeth.

(End of chapter)