"Liang Yun'er."

She was concise and to the point, as if she didn't want to say more.

Wen Zhiyan's eyes narrowed, and his breathing stabilized, "...... That's what she told you? ”

"I hear it occasionally."

"It's a misunderstanding," Wen Zhiyan said, "Liang Xiuyong talked nonsense to his sister, which caused her to have a misunderstanding, and I asked them to make it clear at noon today." ”

Fang Ci was stunned, "Oh, it's not her?" ”

"It's not."

"That's—"

Fang Ci didn't say anything, he grabbed her waist and dragged her down, and she sat on his lap, leaning her back on the sofa.

Wen Zhiyan propped his hands on her sides, completely encircling her, and he seemed to laugh angrily, "...... Fang Ci, I don't know what you're thinking. ”

He pinched her chin, his eyes fixed on her, word by word, "There's no way I'm engaged to anyone, you know?" ”

“…… What do you mean? Fang Ci's tears were still rolling in his eyes, "Aren't you married?" Or is it? ”

Wen Zhiyan looked at her for a moment, tilted his head and laughed, and whispered, "Fuck me," he looked into her eyes, "...... With what you know about me, do you think I'm someone who would trade my marriage for business? ”

"How would I know," Fang Ci burst out in grievance, crying, "you never told me this. ”

The banquet was quiet.

He had no right to blame her, he had always taken it for granted.

Since he met her, marriage is not in his options, and it has been almost five years since he took over the family business, and he has worked so hard, of course, to resist Wen Penghou and take back his autonomy.

But to these other parties, it may be a fantasy.

Thinking about it from her standpoint, marriage may be a coffin that cannot be resisted.

Wen Zhiyan calmly watched her cry.

His eyelashes fell, and he saw her legs on either side of his body, and slowly lifted them up, seeing that her whole body was wrapped in his clothes.

His voice lowered, "...... How to wear this dress? It's been a long time since I've seen this sweatshirt. ”

Fang Ci stopped crying, turned his face away from him, and after a long while, he whispered, "...... Because I took the dress. ”

"Huh?"

His hand fell, and he went up with the silky touch.

Fang Ci did a psychological construction, and his heart was horizontal, telling the truth, "...... I was afraid I'd miss you, so when we broke up before—"

Before she finished speaking, her face turned red.

Wen Zhiyan scolded in a dumb voice.

She didn't have anything in it.

Fang Ci hurriedly grabbed his arm and explained, "I just finished taking a shower, so I ......"

His lips were gagged by him.

His hands are doing evil in his sweatshirt.

"Help me untie it."

He said.

It's so smooth.

Fang Ci propped the sofa cushions back with his arms and elbows, his chin up, his eyes closed.

Wen Zhiyan finally had the spare time to settle accounts with her, "So, in the past four years, when you miss me, you will wear this dress?" ”

Fang Cimo muttered.

"Wear it like today?"

He followed up with questions.

Fang Ci did not want to answer this question.

Wen Zhiyan didn't have to have an answer, "That's it, are you planning to run away today?" ”

She shook her head, she never wanted to leave him, she just wanted to leave the environment.

His voice was hoarse, "Isn't it over this little, open your mouth and ask me?" As for being wronged? ”

Fang Ci retorted.

Although it is intermittent, but it is reasonable, "I don't want to ask, it seems to be forcing you to make a choice, I don't want to." ”

The only self-esteem she had left would not allow her to ask such a question.

"Make a choice...... Wen Zhiyan smiled angrily, "You didn't listen to what Lao Tzu said, did you?" ”

The punishment was average, and it was hit hard.

Fang Ci finally opened his eyes and glared at him with a bit of grievance.

Wen Zhiyan pressed her back with the palm of one hand, and pressed the messy hair spread out on the sofa cushion with the palm of the other, his tall figure arched, and his low-magnetic voice grinded her with himself, "...... Lao Tzu said that he had never said it, as long as you wanted it, my whole person was yours. ”

Chapter 43

At five o'clock, it was already dark.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the windows were covered with a layer of fog.

Wen Zhiyan sat on the sofa, leaning on the backrest, his eyelashes half-drooping.

The whole person is in a lazy state.

It really shouldn't be, because Fang Ci was still sitting on his lap, and the tails of his eyes were red.

Wen Zhiyan smiled a little playfully at the bottom of his eyes, and said in an almost neat tone, "...... Birthday party, do you still go? ”

Fang Ci only shook his head, not daring to open his mouth at all.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away, staring at her with dark eyes, and then pressed back little by little.

As she wished, I heard a trilling sound escape from her throat.

Fang Ci was strong, and at this time, he would not be willing to be controlled, glared at him for a few seconds, leaned over and pressed him, and bit his Adam's apple.

Wen Zhiyan spread his arms on the back of the sofa, lazily posture, raised his chin and let her bite.

Her lips tussled to his ear and whispered, "Do you want it or not?" ”

It was like a plea for mercy and a threat.

Wen Zhiyan tilted his head and laughed lazily, "I still have a lot of questions." ”

She was still wearing his sweatshirt.

He looked up and down slowly, "...... Did it work? My clothes. ”

His clothes, unbeknownst to him, for countless nights, were unhindered to the skin of her body.

Just thinking about that scene made my throat tighten.

He wasn't going to turn the page on it.

Fang Ci turned his face away and nodded silently.

"Then tell me, how can it be useful?"

Fang Ci was not used to expressing her emotions in her mouth, but right now, if she didn't speak, he wouldn't let it go.

She knew his personality too well.

Struggling slightly, she whispered, "...... Like you're hugging me. ”

Wen Zhiyan looked at her silently, his gaze from the small section of her neck to the outline of her side face, the long eyelashes like the fluff of a gray dove.

“…… Do you like it? ”

Fang Ci hummed softly.

In the next second, I felt the back of his hand, rubbing the silky skin all the way up.

His eyes sank a little, "...... Like to wear it like this? ”

He didn't say everything, but Fang Ci understood what he meant.

Only wear this one.

Her face began to heat up, and she admitted, "...... Occasionally. ”

Smell the feast and laugh.

He picked her up and went back to bed.

He turned off all the main lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp that reflected half of the bed.

Man muscle repair. Long smooth arms reached out from the covers and threw the sweatshirt onto the carpet.

He hung over her, wrapping her all in place.

The feeling of being completely covered by him made Fang Ci almost tremble.

The body temperature is hot and sticky.

Wen Zhiyan kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Is it different from what you imagined?" ”

The quilt creates a completely enclosed dark space.

In the midst of this, all the senses are magnified.

Shame is also annihilated.

Fang Ci stretched out his arms around his neck and faced him.

The difference is so big.