Quit pampering

Chapter 44 It’s always a bit scary

The man turned his head, raised his lips and smiled softly and soothingly, "Thank you, Wen Ying, you are really a good friend."

It was the first time in Wen Ying's life to hear such praise, which was quite novel.

The soft-hearted person was immediately aroused, "I'll send you up."

Good people follow through.

After all, Fu Yanlou was reluctant to refuse, and wanted to have it even if he only had a moment of pleasure.

Taking the exclusive elevator upstairs, the two stood at the door of the presidential suite.

Wen Ying was about to leave when he heard the man's low voice with a hint of fatigue, "Wen Ying, can you do me one more favor?"

Wen Ying said, "Say."

"Can you make me a bowl of sobering tea? I have an important meeting to hold tomorrow morning." He pinched his eyebrows with one hand and opened the door with the other.

"This is simple, but do you have the ingredients here?"

She was so open-minded that she didn't mind a man and a woman living alone in the same room with him, and she truly regarded him as a friend, and could only be a friend.

He understands.

So my heart was full of self-deprecation.

Fu Yan showed no emotion on the floor and walked inside, "Yes, Assistant You helped me prepare it before returning to Beijing."

Wen Ying left the door open as he walked in, "That's good. You can sit down for a while. I've helped Zhi Qian make sobering tea before. It'll be fine in a while."

When that name was mentioned, the air became inexplicably quiet.

Fu Yanlou looked at her calmly, "Sorry to trouble you, Wen Ying."

This was the second time Wen Ying came in to this presidential suite. She still didn't look much. She asked where the kitchen was and then entered the kitchen.

Fu Yanlou was sitting on the leather sofa in the center of the living room. From his angle, he could see the busy figures in the kitchen. Thinking that she had done this for other men, he felt so jealous that he became crazy and cruel, and the ends of his eyes were red.

My heart felt like a huge boulder, heavy and painful, and the emotions that couldn't be released suddenly collapsed.

Wen Ying, Wen Ying, I silently recited her name in my heart, so obsessed that I almost became a demon.

The cold Buddhist beads engraved with scriptures on the wrist could not suppress the noisy desires, so they all rushed out at this moment, but could not find their way back.

Fu Yanlou opened a few buttons on his shirt with one hand, his eyes were scarlet, and he walked to the window. He untied the Buddhist beads with his right hand and coiled them one by one on his fingertips.

People who are good at forbearance are always a little scary.

But no matter how patient you are, it seems like that gorgeous rose will fall apart at any time.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Ying came out of the kitchen with a cup of sobering tea. He put the cup on the coffee table and said to the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, "The sobering tea is still very hot. You can drink it after it cools down a bit. I'm leaving first."

Fu Yanlou turned to look at her. Behind him were thousands of lights. The flashy and beautiful night scene made him more mysterious. There was a layer of dark light in his eyes that could not be resolved. It was ups and downs, confusing people's hearts. He just spoke, "Wen Ying, I..."

People may be able to predict danger. Wen Ying didn't wait for him to finish his words and said quickly, "It's getting late. You should rest early. I'm leaving."

She pretended to be calm, but she still felt like she was running away.

The door slammed shut, taking away the warmth and beauty of the room. The surroundings suddenly became empty. There was no sound like thunder, and the world was pouring with rain. After a long time, Fu Yanlou's laughter suddenly sounded in the living room.

mockery, sarcasm.

The beautiful illusion he created under his despicability still refused to give him more time.

Looking at the sobering tea on the coffee table, he picked it up and drank it one sip after another.

Those deep thoughts and endless love fell into ruins and never saw the light of day.
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In the days that followed, Wen Ying would always think of Fu Yanlou's eyes, which were depressing and hollow, those cold and gentle eyes that looked at people at the edge of restraint.

For a moment, her heart twitched and hurt.

She began to ignore his news, but she didn't expect to see Fu Yanlou again so soon.He followed her father to the Wen family.

Wen Ying wanted to run away the second she saw him, but she didn't know why.

Wen Zeshu had already seen her and called with a smile, "Yingying."

Wen Ying curled up her lips and smiled, "Daddy." Her voice was delicate and sweet.

Wen Zeshu's eyes were kind and he said, "Yanlou is visiting our house today. Please help entertain Daddy's guests."

Wen Ying didn't understand his father's behavior, but he still responded, "I understand."

"Let's talk. I'll go upstairs and change some clothes first." Wen Zeshu walked up the spiral staircase, and they were the only two people left in the living room.

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at Fu Yanlou and chuckled, "I'll take you for a walk?"

Fu Yanlou looked her over and smiled, "Okay."

"Then let's go to Tanyuan." Wen Ying made up his mind.

He said, "I listen to you."

It's the same tune again.

Wen Ying pursed her lips and walked out first. A gust of fragrance fell in the air. It was the smell of her body, the smell of rose water and the seductive atmosphere. Whoever smelled it would be confused.Fu Yanlou followed leisurely.

Or the balcony on the second floor.

Han Xiuya turned around and asked, "Why did you do this this time?"

Wen Zeshu put his hands on the railing and chuckled, "Zhiqian disappoints me so much. I have no reason to hand over Yingying to him."

Han Xiuya smiled and said, "So the inkstone is enough?"

No man is worthy of Yingying, but the Huo family seems to be even more unreliable.

Of course you need to find someone reliable.

Wen Zeshu said, "I just gave him a chance. It depends on him whether he can do it or not."

Han Xiuya looked at the two people standing together like a picture together downstairs, her eyes full of admiration, "If nothing else, this picture is really a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Fu Yanlou and Wen Ying arrived at Tan Yuan, and they drank tea, admired the flowers and chatted.

Wen Ying looked at the man's face hidden in the tea mist and asked reluctantly, "Are you really not willing to tell me about our childhood?"

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes, and the wisps of tea mist dissipated. His eyebrows were delicate and gentle, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't think it's necessary."

Wen greeted, "Okay then."

Quite disappointed.

Fu Yanlou changed the subject and said, "This tea is very fragrant. Is it your father's secret collection of tea?"

"Yes." Wen Ying smiled a little playfully. There were only two of them here. She also lowered her voice, and the breathy sound came out, which was cute, "Don't tell my dad, let my dad Discover it yourself."

Fu Yanlou smiled and nodded, his voice a little softer and sexy, "Okay, I won't tell him, then this will be a secret between us."

Wen Ying raised the corners of her lips and smiled. The unique lighting of Tanyuan was soft yet bright. Her smile was radiant and dazzling, "Yes."

Fu Yanlou picked up the tea cup and took another sip. His smile turned into substance through the light smoke of the tea. The man's lazy elegance and nobility had a sense of elegance that no one could compare to. He was also so gentle that he seemed to be able to melt everything. .

Wen Ying's eyes flashed, and something flashed through his mind.

The sudden vibrating sound of the cell phone shattered the fragmented pictures.

Wen Ying clicked on WeChat, and it was Mommy who sent a message, [Yingying, go pick some osmanthus flowers, let's make osmanthus soup]

(End of this chapter)