After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

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

In the end, it depends on her own wishes. If she wants to donate, no one can force her not to do it. My parents and I can only respect and support her every decision.

...

That night, the Yan's house was brightly lit, and the family was discussing the matter of formally suing the He family and his wife.

When Yan Xiuwen arrived, the uninvited guest was sitting on the sofa in Yan's living room, with a corrugated water glass in his hand, and his brows were furrowed.

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

Du Fengqing was wearing a shirt but no tie, so it was obvious that he had just come over from work, he looked sideways at Yan Qing who was sitting next to him, with a gentle voice and a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, "Can you pour me another cup of hot water? "

At home, Yan Qing dressed more casually than usual. In summer, she was wearing a camisole and shorts. The white blouse outside was very light, and the skin color of her shoulders could be seen faintly.

The long white legs swayed in front of his eyes several times, and Du Fengqing kept avoiding his gaze deliberately, not daring to look directly.

Yan Qing didn't think too much about it either, after all, that's how she usually dresses.

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

She was pouring water, when Yan Xiuwen appeared behind her, and a low voice rang in her ear, "Why did you use your cup for him?"

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

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

She usually drinks from this cup, because Yan Shu has a ceramic cup she bought herself, and she likes to collect all kinds of beautiful cups.

Yan Tingzhou usually drank tea and rarely used a glass cup. Yan's mother used to use a small cup, so this cup was only used by herself.

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

"Is there a problem?" Yan Qing's voice was flat, holding a water glass, he turned to look at Yan Xiuwen.

She still maintained her previous attitude, and she still didn't have much good feelings towards Yan Xiuwen.

If it was normal, Yan Xiuwen would not care about her attitude after getting used to it, but now, Du Fengqing is outside, still using her cup... The sour taste filled his heart, and he raised his hand to hold Yan Qing's tightly. hand, with a low voice, "Change the cup."

He deliberately lowered his voice so that no one outside could hear him.

Looking at him, Yan Qing felt that he was making trouble for no reason, it was just a cup, and raised his hand to slap his hand away, but he held it tightly.

"Yan Xiuwen, let go." Yan Qing frowned.

However, Yan Xiuwen held her hand tightly and refused to let go, almost gnashing his teeth, "Can't you see what he thinks about you?"

Hearing this, Yan Qing saw his expression slightly changed, "But does this have anything to do with you?"

Is this important to Yan Xiuwen?
Yan Xiuwen was stunned, and when he met Shang Yan Qing's probing gaze, he couldn't avoid it, and was instantly caught by the other party's certain emotions.

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

After the words fell, Yan Xiuwen's expression froze on his face, and everything around him seemed to have quieted down. He seemed to lose strength in holding Yan Qing's hand in an instant, and the question of being caught off guard made him slightly flustered , and tried to hide it.

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

The strength of Yan Qing's hand holding the cup decreased slightly, and she stepped closer to Yan Xiuwen, forcing Yan Xiuwen to look at herself. There seemed to be traces of those clues that could not be sorted out before...

With a calm voice, she asked the words just now again, "Yan Xiuwen, do you like me?"