CHAPTER XXXVII

He's always got the ability to talk casually, but when you meet his eyes—

I just want to sink willingly.

Yan Chaoyu put up his legs and turned his feet lightly to praise the fabric of his trousers, Such an angle can make the neat clothes gradually whirlpool, and also let the moonlight outside the window sparkle on Wen Zhenxue's neck.

Holding a section of the car in his fingertips, Yan Chaoyu lay back calmly, his whole face sank into darkness again, Wen Zhen couldn't see his dark eyes, but he could follow Wen Zhen's clear eyes.

Just hugging each other, half of Yan Chaoyu's back was against the sofa, and he folded his sword eyebrows in the dark.

In the lingering struggle, he gave Wen Zhen a drenching.

Fingers stroked some of the water droplets that leached out of her cheeks, There is always a gap between the physical strength of men and women, even if Wen Zhen, who has been practicing dance all year round, is too different from Yan Chaoyu, who has been working and boxing all year round.

Wen Zhen was very easy in his palm, and he showed sleepiness and exhaustion, curled up on all fours and wanted to fall asleep like this.

Yan Chaoyu comforted her, and after she was breathing for a long time and calm, he hugged someone and got up to clean her up, restore her white beauty, and not let a little dust stain her.

She felt a little discouraged: "Yan Chaoyu, won't you feel pain?" ”

Then there was his entire back, along the clear line, covered with long marks of purple and red.

The white cream melted into his skin as she swirled on her fingertips.

But he didn't expect Wen Zhen to wake up in the middle of the night with thirst.

Like a whip, or like a stick......

Even if he didn't ask some words, Wen Zhen could basically guess the origin of Yan Chaoyu's scars.

"Zhenzhen."

In short, it must be a new injury.

Wen Zhen stopped, his back to him, but he could see through the shadow on the wall, his straight back had a curved arc, and his body temperature was slightly cool and held one of her hands.

The curtains of the bedroom had been closed, and it was pitch black, Wen Zhen was dazzled and noticed that there was an emptiness beside her, and in a hazy vision, she saw the dim light outside shining on the door of the empty room, and her brain was running gears at a certain moment, remembering that he was unusually at night, Wen Zhen got up and put on his shoes and carefully pushed the door open.

"Okay."

Wen Zhen stood at the crack of the door, looking at the figure standing in front of the curtain, he supported himself on the leather chair by the window with one hand, twisting a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, or the black shirt, under the dim yellow light, faintly saw the traces of deep spots on the back of the shirt.

If you rub the medicine, you have to see the scars on his back.

Yan Chaoyu's one looked particularly hideous, with obvious stitch marks, even as the years healed, you can still imagine what kind of bloody scene he should have been when he was injured.

Wen Zhen raised his chin to look at his dark blue eyes, his lips moved, and the silver teeth bit his teeth secretly and said, "I want to drink water, and I got up and saw that you were not there." ”

Yan Chaoyu smiled when she heard this, watched her finish drinking a glass of water, and asked her if she still needed it, Wen Zhen said no, and then turned around and was about to leave the study.

Wen Zhen watched him unscrew the ointment and apply it directly to his back, his side eyebrows were deep, and there was no wave, only his thin lips were white.

Even though he had already rubbed the ointment once just now, it was in her sight,

Even if it's disorganized,

As she said this, she took a sip of warm water, her eyes shining to stare at the water marks in the cup.

But Wen Zhen didn't expect that he would smoke a lot tonight, causing the entire study to be filled with smoke.

His hand was on the doorknob, and he didn't know whether to unscrew it and walk in, or if he should just quit.

Will it be sweat?

Wen Zhen didn't know, but after standing for a long time, he saw him slowly take off the extremely expensive diamond watch on his wrist, and unbutton his shirt one by one with his slender and bony fingers-

Because she knows how proud Yan Chaoyu is.

Yan Chaoyu opened the door, turned over and walked to the walnut desk to pour her a glass of warm water, and asked lightly, "How much do you see?" ”

Seeing the long scar she had touched for the first time, Wen Zhen's heart trembled, and she subconsciously touched the healed scar on her arm.

She deliberately increased the strength of her fingertips on the edge of his scar, but she could observe the man's reaction, but it seemed that he had been painless, and his eyebrows and eyes were always calm.

Yan Chaoyu smoked frequently, not often in front of her, and only bumped into it by chance.

Wen Zhen glanced sideways at the ointment in his palm, and secretly breathed to take it.

As soon as he walked to the door, Wen Zhen smelled a few wisps of smoke.

"Why did you wake up?"

"Can you wipe my medicine for me?"

Even though there was still a faint smell of ointment on his body.

The black garment was lifted open, revealing the narrow waist first.

Wen Zhen took the glass: "I saw you smoking, I saw a scar on your waist." ”

The snow-colored skirt yarn floated in front of the table, Yan Chaoyu half-lowered his eyes, and when the skirt yarn was really about to stay away, he suddenly opened his mouth to call the slender shadow.

There is a floor lamp in the study.

The light shone on his calm and silent expression, as always.

It is difficult for Wen Zhen to describe the feeling of seeing this scene.

After Yan Chaoyu saw the familiar skirt outside the door, he threw the residual cigarette into the ashtray, opened all the windows behind him, and walked over with his shirt loosely.

Because Yan Chaoyu is accustomed to replacing the tobacco in his cigarettes with the kind of agarwood strips mixed with citrus flavor, the smell of smoke in the study is the only smoke smell that Wen Zhen does not resist, and he even feels that it smells a little good.

All of them knew that this sentence was just an excuse to stay.

"Or do you think it doesn't matter? You don't care about the pain, or...... Feeling used to it? ”

The hand on his shoulder faintly showed signs of trembling, and the ointment was almost smeared, Yan Chaoyu grabbed her wrist, let her sit on her side, put her chin on the side of her neck, and sighed slightly: "Zhenzhen, people are conscious when they live, and no one will really get used to pain." ”

"But you are."

He seemed to sigh: "Actually, I don't like patience either, I always don't like it." ”

"Then why do you want to put up with it? You taught me not to put up with it. ”

"Zhenzhen, what kind of person I am, you have always known that businessmen pursue the maximization of profits, and I get far more than these, and it is more worthwhile; So don't worry about me. ”

"As for you don't need to endure it, it's because I'm here, and I won't let you compromise on everything."

His palm was close to Wen Zhen's waist, gently rubbing it, making her relax: "Bypass this topic and tell me, what have you done today, are you happy?" ”

The tungsten filament of the floor lamp shone on the warm curly eyelashes, and she said, "It's very happy to have it." ”

Her friends are all there for her, caring for her, and she can often go out for dinner and chat all night; Sometimes the work is also very fulfilling, the colleagues are very friendly, Sihui sometimes brings her a cake and a cup of coffee, and the two supervise each other's dance moves, record videos, and practice basic skills; There is also Bun Shan.

All in good condition.

Including him.

Yan Chaoyu smiled: "It's good that my Zhenzhen is happy." ”

The two looked at each other, Wen Zhen looked at him and smiled, his face was still handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes were only curved slightly, which was also particularly charming.

Wen Zhen didn't know if it was because he was too happy or because of any emotion.

She felt a throbbing sensation in her heart, so she unabashedly covered her heart, her eyelids slightly constricted, and her gaze fell on the black tattoo on the inside of his wrist.

【Psyche】

Greek.

Wen Zhen vaguely remembered the meaning of the word.

Soul, heart.

Remembering the watch he had been wearing, it was like a seal, sealing the soul on his wrist, and the veins connected here went straight to the heart.

Wen Zhen thought so, but his gaze casually swept over his computer screen.

Cardiac arrest for a beat.

——"Supporting materials of the share division agreement of Yanshi Group"

is the name of the document that will be opened.

The white mouse is stuck there.

Wen Zhen turned his head and looked at the light of the hazy yellow tungsten filament, Yan Chaoyu's face was handsome as usual, his expression was calm, and he couldn't follow any clues at all.

His chin was slightly raised, and he calmly picked her up and went back to his room to sleep.

I didn't even look at the white computer screen.

September 8, the season of white dew.

Yan Pingshan claimed to be cured, saying that he wanted to go up the mountain to worship the Buddha today, and specially instructed Wen Zhen to go to Xiangshan Qinglong Temple with Yan Chaoyu and Yan's mother.

The deep meaning is just to calm down some rumors of discord among the Yan family.

A few cars went up along the narrow road, the maple leaves on the mountain were still full of green at this time, and from the long sky, the whole long road was only driven by these five black cars, and there were no pedestrians in the mountains.

After getting out of the car, the group walked forward with the old man in Tang costume in front of him.

The middle gate of Qinglong Temple suddenly opened, and the host of the yellow robe wore a pair of glasses and walked towards Yan Pingshan, leading everyone inside.

Beyond the two towering pines and cypresses in front of the court, the eyes are all pagoda cornices, the temples overlap and stretch, Wen Zhen has been to Qinglong Temple once, when he heard his grandfather mention that he used to be in Beijing, he had come to this temple with the old man.

At that time, it was the birthday of Guanyin, the whole Qinglong Temple in front of the Buddha temple crowds, incense candles and red paper with the wind blowing the temple, she stood in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with her grandfather, watching the people inside bow and pray.

The memories of each scene seem to be just yesterday.

And the past is like smoke blowing away, and the time is now.

Wen Zhen walked beside Yan Chaoyu, and he stepped on the white marble steps step by step, a total of 108 steps, and they walked up step by step.

The bell rang in the distance, and the host stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall with Yan Pingshan.

Everyone stood outside the door, looking in from the outside of the hall, the light of day entered the door inch by inch, the old man took the dragon's head cane, closed the old man's eyes, knelt in front of the futon, solemn and reverent.

After a while, the host walked to the door and looked at Yan Chaoyu, and the hands of the two parted.

Yan Chaoyu walked into the hall, knelt on the futon behind Yan Pingshan, the candles in the hall were brilliantly burning, there were monks in the hall reading scriptures, the door gradually opened up one by one, and only the longing figure illuminated by the ever-bright lamp could only be glimpsed inside.

Wen Zhen stopped in the corridor outside the hall, a shadow fell on her side, she looked over, and met her slender eyes.

I have to say that Xu Qiongying is very well maintained, there is basically no fine lines on her face, she was born in a wealthy family in Shanghai, and later married the son of the Yan family.

"Miss Wen, I haven't been able to say a word to you all this time, I thought that after the funeral of my third brother, you would never meet me again."

Wen Zhen said calmly: "You are Yan Chaoyu's mother, and I am his wife. ”

Xu Qiongying: "Even so, it doesn't prevent him from ordering me not to see you again." ”

"He is clearly my son, I still remember giving birth to him at that time, and it was snowing in the capital city, but now every time I meet him, I feel strange...... Over the years, I have always hoped that the two brothers would have a harmonious relationship, but it backfired......"

It is ridiculous that she should be so afraid of her eldest son.

Thinking of this, Xu Qiongying took a deep breath, and her eyes were filled with loneliness.

Wen Zhen looked at her quietly, but she was thinking about how Yan Chaoyu had walked every step alone over the years, and how she had protected Yan Chaozhou in front of Yan Chaozhou on the corridor that day.

At that moment, she understood the emotions of these days, and really loved someone and felt sorry for him.

I feel sorry for all what happened to him, and I feel sorry for my mother, even if I am my own brother, but they are going to the opposite side of him.

"You have two sons, Chaozhou grew up under your care and care, but Yan Chaoyu grew up next to his grandfather, you feel that he is difficult to get close to, and you feel that he is strange, because you gave all your love to Chaozhou."

Xu Qiongying's eyes shook slightly, she never thought that a girl like Wen Zhen who was obedient on the surface would treat her mother-in-law so mercilessly, and the hand held in front of her was tightly twisted, and she was silent for a long time before she sneered and said: "Yan Chaoyu is a kind and unkind character, does Miss Wen think that she will look special in his heart?" ”

"You are in love now, because he hasn't encountered any barriers for the time being, if he meets a barrier, Miss Wen might as well think about what you came together in the first place."

"He is my son, what he has done over the years, I see it in my eyes, he tried his best to return to China to take power, the third brother immediately had a car accident, and then the third brother took over the Yan New York branch again, but he had a separate meeting, and he jumped directly to die, and now he can still put his brother in the hospital, his punch is to kill Chaozhou, Wen Zhen, do you think Yan Chaoyu will be a good class?"

"Do you think that someone like him would entrust you with such an innocent little girl as sincerely? Without that little bit of interest between you, how many steps can you take together? ”

Wen Zhen smiled at her: "It's also the first time I've heard a mother say this about her son. ”

"But don't worry, as long as he doesn't let go, then I will always be with him."

Xu Qiongying looked at her deeply, her chest suddenly rose and fell, and she turned around angrily after taking a few breaths.

Under the eaves of the corridor, Wen Zhen was still standing in front of the stone pillar and waiting, and the autumn wind sent bursts of chanting in the hall, mixed with sporadic conversations.

A bell rang in the temple, and the chanting stopped abruptly, Wen Zhen turned around and saw the doors of the treasure hall open one by one.

The ever-bright lamp shone on the shadow, and he walked towards her.

Take her right hand again.

The diamond ring between his fingers was shining, corresponding to the ring on his left hand.

Yan Chaoyu held her hand tightly, and he didn't let go of it until dusk when everyone had eaten fast and came down the mountain.

Countless shadows of trees floated outside the window, and the driver Lao Liang drove the car to Qinglong Bay.

There was no partition in the car, but Wen Zhen hugged his arm and leaned on his shoulder, and whispered: "Yan Chaoyu, I won't believe a word of what others say, I only believe what I feel." ”

Yan Chaoyu looked at her with low eyes: "I know." ”

"So I know a lot of things you don't want to tell me, one reason is that you don't want me to worry, but Yan Chaoyu, will there be another reason in your heart, because I can't help you with anything?"

She curled her lips and smiled, her eyes full of real and unbridled smiles.

Yan Chaoyu frowned and clenched her hand: "Why do you think so?" ”

"No...... It's just that I don't seem to know anything, and I can't help you with anything. ”

"Being with me all the time is Miss Wen's greatest help to me."

Wen Zhen looked at him tenderly for a long time, and smiled sweetly: "Okay." ”

In the days since returning from the temple, it seems that the days are still peaceful.

Occasionally, Mr. Chen would accompany Yan Chaoyu back, and then take the documents and leave in a hurry.

In mid-September, Wen Zhen received a phone call from the Wen family.

It's cousin Wen Yue.

Wen Yue stopped beating around the bush this time, and said simply and directly: "Sister, did you ask Mr. Yan to give his father the project in the bay?" ”

"What bay project?"

The other side seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that you don't know about this either." ”

Wen Zhen's whole person was in a state of fog, and as soon as the phone hung up, Wen Yue later sent her a news link.

One thing is very simple, Yan and Bolin have reached a long-term strategic cooperation.

and a picture of the stock market gains.

Wen Zhen sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, in the dark, there were still irresistible factors breaking the peace, his eyes turned, locked on the new email received in the mailbox, and after five minutes of stagnation, he began to move the mouse and choose to reply.

One evening in late September, the courier and Mr. Zhou's phone calls were received almost simultaneously.

The villa was brightly lit, and Wen Zhen sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her legs curled, hanging up the phone, and opening a document in her hand.

There was a shadow standing at the handrail of the stairs, Yan Chaoyu looked down at the person in front of the window, heard her hang up the phone, and looked out the window with her legs crossed, I don't know if she was looking at the moonlight or the begonia tree in the court.

After looking at her like this for about five minutes, Yan Chaoyu walked down the stairs and said lightly: "The begonia flowering period has passed, you want to see the flowers, tomorrow I will ask Chen Zhu to arrange for someone to come over and replant a few plants." ”

Feeling his approach, Wen Zhen smiled and said, "Why force it after the flowering period has passed? ”

After a pause, she continued: "I just thought that it was autumn, and it was a good time to go for a walk on the avenue of sycamores in Paris. ”

"Okay, in a few days, I'll accompany you to Paris to have a look at the sycamore."

Wen Zhen was silent, looked down at the thick white paper in his hand, hid it in his arms, leaned against his chest, and said in a soft voice: "Yan Chaoyu, a few days ago, Lawyer Zhou told me that all the inheritance processes left to me by my grandfather have been completed. ”

Yan Chaoyu wanted to hug her waist, but his fingertips touched the paper in her hand, and his voice sank: "En." ”

She smiled: "I'm worth a few more now, and it seems that I can repay you for buying shares." ”

The atmosphere fell silent suddenly.

Wen Zhen lowered his black eyes, and felt that the arm on his waist was like an iron wall at the moment, unshakable.

She didn't want to break away like an egg, but she was hugged by him and said slowly: "Teacher Li Minhong sent me an email a few days ago, about a classical dance assessment competition held in Florence. ”

Yan Chaoyu didn't speak, only increased the strength of his arm and firmly held her.

Wen Zhen was also silent, and then pulled out the contract he was holding in his hand, "These things are not too many for you, but I can only afford to give so much." ”

"In return, thank you for these days."

Yan Chaoyu didn't answer, his eyes indifferently glanced at her calm demeanor at the moment, and then slowly glanced at the dense page of text.

Seeing that the hands continued to remain in the state of being handed to him, he lowered his gaze, took the contract and threw it directly on the table, holding the back of Wen Zhen's neck with one hand, and making her turn to look at him.

He smiled mildly in his eyes: "Zhenzhen, what do you mean?" ”

"I don't quite understand."

Wen Zhen's eyes were misty, and he froze for a moment when he looked at him, but when he closed his eyes, he remembered a lot.

Thinking of the scars on his back, remembering the share transfer agreement in front of the computer screen, remembering the words Xu Qiongying said to him in front of the treasure hall, thinking of the news, and-

A conversation she overheard outside the Treasure Hall.

- Chaoyu, I thought that when I transferred you to Paris some time ago, you would always be alert to what is most important.

- I Yan Pingshan have never regretted it in my life, I am only ashamed of the Wen family in this life, and I am ashamed of your Grandpa Wen, and I can only let you try your best to make up for the Wen family and Wen Zhen.

- I understand it all, grandfather.

She didn't know for a while whether Yan Chaoyu was so good to her because it was profitable to say it at the beginning, or because Yan Pingshan was ashamed of her grandfather's words.

No matter what the reason, she could accept it before, but Wen Zhen, who fell in love with Yan Chaoyu, couldn't accept it anymore.

When a woman starts wanting love, she starts to think about it.

Wen Zhen opened his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Yan Chaoyu, do you remember what you said to me when you were in Paris?" ”

"Between us has always been in my rules, and it is your right to call me a halt."

Yan Chaoyu's eyes burned at her face, and her heart trembled violently, remembering that she had indeed said these words to her when she was in Paris, and it was no wonder that she frequently mentioned Paris tonight, which turned out to be a kind of warning to him, forcing him to remember those words;

And the agreement in front of him also reminded him, but Zhenzhen, how can you believe what a man says in bed?

How could he agree to this agreement and let her go, after all, it was because Wen Zhen had been in control of their relationship for so long that she had learned how to abandon him.

After a few minutes of silence, Yan Chaoyu smiled and asked her, "The right to shout stop, so it's not happy to live by my side, right?" ”

If the relationship only needs to be enjoyable, Wen Zhen thinks that they have had the ultimate fun moment in this period.

A relationship that only needs to be enjoyable, when there will be fireworks to burn out, that is the end signal.

But she didn't want to go home happy.

"Yan Chaoyu, two people are not only happy and laughing together."

He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "When will the contract be drafted?" ”

When did you move your mind to leave?

"Zhou Lu has been in charge of this, Yan Chaoyu, I just want to suspend the bond of interests between us now."

Yan Chaoyu didn't say a word, let go of his hand, got up and picked up the contract and read it carefully, then tore the paper page by page and threw it into the trash.

He stood in silence for a few moments.

I remembered the man with glasses on the top of the mountain, and the black car I bumped into outside the Paris airport, and the last scene was outside the Shanghai Theater.

It's Zhou Wenli again, it's very good.

Yan Chaoyu bowed slightly, the floating light folded his heavy eyes, and the last piece of paper in his hand twisted into a ball and smashed into the trash can.

He cursed, "Miscellaneous." ”

Extremely calm.

So much so that Wen Zhen thought he had a delusion, and looked up at his tall back.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around, picked Wen Zhen up from the sofa horizontally, lifted his long legs, and walked directly to the upstairs bedroom.

His steps were fast and big, Wen Zhen's body was suspended in the air, his hands were tightly hung on his shoulders, and he felt his heart beat violently.

"Yan Chaoyu! What are you doing?! ”

The slender calves kept shaking and struggling on the crook of his powerful arm, but in five minutes, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Yan Chaoyu didn't want to turn on the light at all, and threw the person directly to the soft big bed.

The angular face was hidden in the dark, and he couldn't distinguish his expression, and he could only feel the coldness around him.

When pulling out the elastic rope on his waist, Yan Chaoyu wanted to directly wrap Wen Zhen's hands tightly around the bedpost, but he calmed down extremely quickly, and did not do so, just brought the stool by the window to the bedside, and met her eyes with Wen Zhen, who was half-propped up, in the dark.

Yan Chaoyu snorted coldly: "Give me back the money for Donglin shares, do you think these can be solved with just a money word?" Zhenzhen, you are really naïve sometimes, but you are right, the things on your agreement are really worthless to me, and I never wanted you to give me anything back, I just want you to stay by my side and stay with me well, before tonight, I thought we had a heart-to-heart. ”

She sat on the bed on her knees, her eyes were at his level, and her voice was choked: "Yan Chaoyu, is it because I cut off the fetters of interests between us, so you can't stand it?" ”

Suddenly, the dark bedroom fell silent.

Yan Chaoyu's eyes were gloomy, and he paused for three seconds, his tone was very calm and gentle: "Interests are fetters? If that's what you think, then why don't you tell me first, what is the amount of what I did for you? ”

At this point, he leaned over, raised his hand to pinch Wen Zhen's chin, rubbed his fingertips against her soft skin, forced her to raise her plump eyes, and half-grasped her fragile and slender neck with his palm, pressing it against her undulating throat, with very light force.

The breaths were entangled with each other, and Yan Chaoyu said coldly:

"Zhenzhen, who taught you to be ungrateful."

(End of chapter)