Crossing the line

Chapter 86 Hard Work
She couldn't suppress her smile and said softly, "Wen Yangzhi, why are you like this now?"

"What's wrong with me?" He said expressionlessly.

"You're not a tough talker, are you?" she responded sweetly and shyly, "Why are you suddenly so smooth-talking?"

He said nothing extra, his voice was cold: "I really miss you."

There was no emotion in his voice, and Yun Yuwan could already imagine that he was flirting with her with an expressionless face.

But he really missed her.

Yun Yuwan was afraid that someone might hear her cell phone conversation, so she said shyly, "I know, don't say any more."

But I was secretly delighted.

Wen Yangzhi missed her.

Wen Yangzhi will miss her.

She held the phone and whispered, "I miss you, too."

Yun Yuwan's sweet and soft voice came into his ears from the receiver of the mobile phone, barely dispelling the entangled longing that was like ants crawling on him.

But he remained unmoved and reminded her calmly, "Let's go back to the old house for dinner tonight."

"Okay." She was so happy that she unconsciously picked the leaves of the potted plants in front of her with her fingers.

Wen Yangzhi suddenly talked about something unrelated: "Remember to wear a skirt."

She was full of questions: "Why are you wearing a skirt?"

His cold, slender wrist was against the railing, and the lighter in his hand tapped against the wooden railing. Across from the stands downstairs was the formal award ceremony, with countless mainstream media taking pictures and filming. The middle-aged man of high status looked peaceful and friendly.

He said some obscene words that were not suitable for public display:

"I want to touch it."

She suddenly remembered the last time he had put his hand under her skirt and touched her thigh under the table in front of the whole family.

Yun Yuwan said with disdain: "Eh...you are so perverted, I don't want to care about you anymore."

He said nonchalantly: "This is abnormal, you will suffer in the future."

"What kind of hardship?" she demanded.

Wen Yangzhi put his other hand into his trouser pocket: "There's still a lot of time, feel it slowly."

She snorted and accepted it by default: "Tsk."

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but his voice was still as calm as a pond: "I will go home to pick you up later."

There was always a smile on her lips.

Wen Yangzhi hung up the phone, and then a message came: "I'll be back at five."

Five o'clock, now it's half past four, she will just be in time if she rushes back.

Yun Yuwan sent him a message: "just do it"
But she didn't find out.
She sent one less letter.

What Wen Yangzhi received was:
just do i
Wen Yangzhi was upstairs at the award ceremony. His originally calm brows slowly furrowed as he looked carefully at the message she had sent.

fair
It hurts
Yun Yuwan is becoming more and more bold now.

Half an hour later, Yun Yuwan was already at home and had changed into her skirt.

Seeing Wen Yangzhi coming home, Yun Yuwan deliberately didn't go over and just watched him from upstairs.

As soon as Wen Yang went upstairs, she ran into the room.

Wen Yangzhi went upstairs while unbuttoning his watch. His long, cold white fingers passed through the leather strap, unbuckled it, and pulled it out. He pushed the door open and walked in: "What? You don't recognize me after four hours of not seeing me?"

Yun Yuwan stood by the bed and shrunk her shoulders artificially: "I have always been very timid. When I see a man I like, I dare not go up and kiss him madly on the mouth."

timid.

Wen Yangzhi was speechless at her smile. He threw his watch on the table, walked over, held her cheeks and gave her a warm kiss. Yun Yuwan hooked her arms around his neck, and her breath was filled with his masculine and cold scent as if a breeze had invaded her nostrils.

He picked her up and threw her onto the bed, pulling out her silk scarf. There were red marks underneath it, which were already very light, but the marks were still visible if you looked closely. He took off his coat and threw it on the ground, then pressed down on her. His hot breath instantly surrounded her and his hand touched her thigh.

Yun Yuwan was shocked: "Why did you come here as soon as you got home?"

Wen Yangzhi had no expression on his face and said bluntly, "Didn't you ask me to come?"

"When did I let you come?" Yun Yuwan was even more shocked.

Even if she was in a hurry, she couldn't let him come as soon as she got home.

Wen Yangzhi's frosty white nose was like a snowy mountain, handsome and sexy, and when he lowered his head, people would want to get closer to him. His pale pink lips opened and closed slightly:

"You sent me the message yourself."

"What did I send you?" She was really confused.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, tapped the phone a few times with his long fingertips, put the phone in her hand, held her hand with his big hand, and asked her to look: "Nannan, take a look for yourself."

Yun Yuwan lowered her head and looked at the screen, taking a closer look.

I found out that she missed one letter in the sentence "just do it" that I originally intended to send out.

It was pronounced as just do i.
Yun Yuwan's pupils trembled as she looked at Wen Yangzhi who was so close to her: "No, I was originally planning to just do it."

Wen Yangzhi didn't care. He put his arm around her waist, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her slender white shoulders: "It's all the same."

Yun Yuwan was confused: "What do you mean they are all the same?"

Wen Yangzhi wrapped her hand around him, turned off the screen through her fingers, pulled out the phone, and placed it on the bedside table: "Even if you don't send it, you're going to do this."

She murmured, "What?"

He pointed out: "I just said I miss you."

Yun Yuwan couldn't help but question his bandit logic: "Do I have to do it just because I want to?"

He refused to repent: "You thought about it but you don't do it?" Yun Yuwan was hugged by him and she couldn't get away: "What kind of logic is this."

He unbuttoned her back with one hand, twisted her sides with two fingers and pinched them: "The logic of making a delicate girl suffer, I hope you can become hardworking one day."

She covered her chest with her hands and tried to fall to the side, but Wen Yangzhi clamped her waist: "I don't want to talk to you anymore, you are so perverted."

"There's still half an hour left." He just reminded her mercilessly.

The late-returning birds were chirping outside the window. They stood in pairs on the branches, rubbing their heads against each other, brushing their wings against each other's backs, and their feathers caressing and intertwining.

Half past five.

Yun Yuwan sat on the bed in a daze, her voice a little hoarse, tender and soft, her face flushed: "I suddenly remembered something."

Wen Yangzhi ignored her and got out of bed.

She worriedly asked, "If we do this, what will we do during the ancestor worship?"

He picked up the long skirt that he had just thrown off the bed, completely unmoved: "Why, do you want the ancestors to see it too?"

Her face flushed: "No... what do you mean by letting the ancestors see... you told me who I was during the ancestor worship."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yangzhi didn't care at all: "Just pretend it never happened."

She just couldn't help but worry: "How can this be ignored? It's impossible."

He lowered his thick eyelashes and spoke indifferently, "I'll take you to the altar some other day. You can tell your ancestors that I regretted it. I became beastly when I saw you. I can't help but be tempted by you."

She thought of how solemn and indifferent he was when he was offering sacrifices to his ancestors. He was so serious that he seemed heartless, and had the aura of a powerful leader who was involved in both the black and white worlds. She felt that if she offended him, she would die a miserable death.

He is completely different from the one now.

She was shy and timid, muttering under her breath: "Wen Yangzhi is crazy."

He didn't even look at her: "Wen Yangzhi is not crazy."

She asked confidently, "What is that?"

He put on his shirt calmly: "Wen Yangzhi loves you."

She couldn't hold back her laughter and buried her head in the pillow, mumbling, "Why are you like this?"

He came over and helped her up, put her skirt over her head and pulled the dress down: "Hands."

Yun Yuwan put her hand into her sleeves.

He said calmly: "This one."

She also put her other hand into her sleeve.

Wen Yangzhi lowered his head, facing her, almost hugging her, and pulled the zipper on her back and pulled it up to the top.

She smelled his hair, which was fragrant, with a light minty scent, fresh and clean, and each hair strand was distinct. He often appeared with his hair slicked back, with no traces of hairspray, and the strands of hair on his forehead would fall down slightly.

She felt that he was born with a slicked-back hair. After spraying mousse spray once and randomly pulling his hair back, it stayed in place out of inertia. So most of the time he looked like he had an exposed forehead, which made him look mature and sexy, but very natural, without the deliberate greasy look of other men.

Yun Yuwan was still feeling emotional when Wen Yangzhi reached out and touched her. His strong hand brushed against her softness, and Yun Yuwan felt a tingling electric current running through her body.

The first reaction was to hastily say, “No, I’m not coming.”

Wen Yangzhi stopped and sneered.

Yun Yuwan only then realized that he was helping her adjust her clothes that were not properly put on.

Her ears turned red.

Wen Yangzhi didn't say much, he tidied up and went downstairs first.

When Yun Yuwan came downstairs a while later, she just happened to hear Wen Yangzhi instructing the housekeeper: "Change the linens in the room."

The other party quickly responded: "Okay."

Yun Yuwan's face turned red unconsciously. Wasn't it obvious what they had just done?

After getting in the car in front of the villa and closing the door, Yun Yuwan lowered her voice and asked, "You just told the housekeeper to change the linens. Isn't that the same as telling the housekeeper?"

Wen Yangzhi didn't look at her, but was flipping through the financial report. The reading light in the back seat of the Maybach was on. He was wearing a simple silver ring that matched Bai Zhizi's. He swiped the screen with his long fingers to turn the pages:

"Why, are you afraid that people will know?"

She was a little shy: "It's just... a little embarrassing to let others know."

He finally raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her, as if he was also troubled by this, and said slowly: "Then what should we do tonight? This is a big problem."

Yun Yuwan didn't understand: "What should I do?"

He said slowly, "Why don't you ask Uncle Deng to change and say that you accidentally spilled milk on your brother's bed."

But she thought about the rationality: "How could I spill milk in your room and on your bed?"

Wen Yangzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

She suddenly realized that he meant tonight—

Yun Yuwan's face flushed, and she tried her best to dissuade him: "It's not a good night tonight, everyone in the family is at home."

He nodded to indicate that it made sense, and then stopped answering her.

I don’t know whether I should change the planned arrangement or continue as planned. Nothing can be changed.

The two of them were sitting a little distance apart. Yun Yuwan sat over and hugged his arm, leaned on his shoulder, and kissed his slightly cold lips, just lightly.

She feels embarrassed when he pays attention to her, but she wants to stick close to him when he ignores her.

Wen Yangzhi is hers, and she can do whatever she wants with him.

She leaned against him comfortably, breathing the air around Wen Yangzhi and rubbing her body against his chest again and again.

After only a moment, she heard his deep voice above her head:
"You want to come in the car?"

Yun Yuwan: “?”