The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Su Yan didn't say much, and sat down quietly and docilely.

Feng Jue put a bowl of porridge and a glass of milk in front of her, "I'll go out later."

"Oh," she didn't look up, but just replied quietly, which meant that she heard it.

After a while, she asked nonchalantly, "Where's Jian Lan?"

There were only the two of them, and the whole villa was much quieter. She was not someone who couldn't stand the excitement, but such quietness made her feel very comfortable.

"Let's go." Feng Jue said concisely, but still in a very calm tone.

gone?Her hand holding the spoon paused, didn't his mother ask him to take care of her?How did you leave so quickly?Su Yan didn't understand.

She has a desire to ask clearly, but she feels that their current relationship is not suitable for talking about it.

"Well," Feng Jue answered her question lightly, "You begged me last night, so I let her go."

Su Yan lowered her head to drink the porridge and quickly slowed down. There were endless ambiguities and hints in his words, and she knew he did it on purpose.

However, the point is not this, but... Was it because of her that Jian Lan was let go?

It is undeniable that there was a faint joy in her heart. Although it was not obvious, she even tried her best to suppress it, but it still accidentally leaked into her emotions.

She drank the porridge without making a sound.

The fragrant and soft porridge quickly attracted her attention, and there was no one else in the villa, so the visual inspection of this porridge was really made by Master Jue.

However, cooking porridge is really difficult to equate with Master Jue.

What kind of stimulation did he receive, so he changed his gender?

After thinking a lot in her mind, she finally thought lightly, if he didn't hate Yemen so much, if he didn't want to use her, if he really liked her... that would be great.

What a pity, what a pity.

Miss Su felt inexplicably sad again.

A bowl of porridge was quickly reduced in the quiet restaurant and her wild thoughts, Su Yan put down the spoon before raising her head.

But accidentally bumped into his eyes, deep, quiet, and...focused.

Su Yan suddenly felt that for a moment she wanted to throw the table.

A surge of anger in my heart was burning like something.

What is he doing, why does he act like he likes her very much and loves her all the time, really thinks she is so stupid, so easy to deceive, if she is deceived once, she will be fooled a second time willingly.

Even if she is really willing, the price is too high, she can't bear it at all, so, Feng Jue, you can imprison me, you can even take my body, it doesn't matter, but don't touch me Feelings.

She really wanted to say this, oh, no, she really wanted to yell like this, but there was no way, she had no strength at all, all the anger could only be suppressed in her body.

So what if she said that, or what could it be?In the final analysis, it was she who didn't live up to it, and she jumped into it even though she knew it was a trap.

She really hated this situation, hated herself, and hated the man in front of her.

Su Yan bit her lip, stood up, and was about to go upstairs. Although Jian Lan wasn't here, and she wasn't going to spend the time in the bedroom, she didn't want to get along with him now, especially in such a bad environment. The feeling of being out of control is too scary, she doesn't want to be like this.

"Yanyan," a man's voice called her from behind.

Su Yan had no choice but to stop, but still turned her back to her, never turned around, and didn't say a word.

This feeling is actually very bad.

The footsteps stopped behind her, and then her body was hugged from behind, and the warm breath sprinkled on her skin, she heard his voice, low and hoarse, "I'm leaving, you Won't you send me?"

Su Yan raised her face, looking at the bright sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the colorful flowers in the garden, everything looked so beautiful, plus the man who hugged her in such a tender posture, there was an illusion of tranquility.

"Jeezer, I just realized," Su Yan laughed softly, "Your seduction skill is so high."

He originally kissed her neck once and for all, hugged her from behind, put his arms around her waist, and stopped when he heard her words.

There was a faint smile in his voice, "Why do you say that, don't you finally start to feel that I am no worse than others, are you going to start liking me?"

She had always liked him, maybe even earlier than she thought, but he didn't believe it at all.

He turned her face so that her eyes faced her, unable to avoid it, "Su Yan, can you really not like me?"

Su Yan looked at his face close at hand, without blinking her eyes, she said, "Feng Jue, I have always liked you, do you believe it?"

He stopped breathing, and he stared at her blankly, as if he was scrutinizing whether what she said was true.

"I'm telling the truth," Su Yan smiled lightly, "Including what I said in the school field that day, I won't like you anymore, it's all true."

"Feng Jue, speaking of it, I was always worried before. I was afraid that if you are so good and I am so ordinary, what will you do if you meet a better girl in the future? I only found out later that I really thought too much."

She really thought too much, she secretly wanted to please him everywhere, and wanted the relationship between them to be longer and stronger.

Because she has always been such a woman, when she is together, she becomes lazy and changes her heart, and wants to be together for the rest of her life

Therefore, he would not know how much she had hoped for him, and how deeply she had been disappointed.

She didn't say it before, but she just felt that there was no need to be wronged, to be angry, to be wronged, anyway, there was no possibility between them, so there was no need to say anything.

However, this does not mean that she is afraid to say these things.

Whether you love it or not, there is nothing that cannot be said.

"I'm not a spy, never have been," her voice was very calm, and she didn't even know what kind of calm it was.

"Jueye, can't you see that I don't have this ability at all? I don't even know why you think so." She smiled and continued, "Is it because I shot you at the beginning, or because I and I Meet Wen Luo."

Oh, that's not the case, he said, because he said he likes Ziyi.

"I liked Ziyi when I was young, it's true," she closed her eyes, and smiled faintly, "I met you later, and I don't think it was love."

She only said so far, and then she didn't continue, and then the air slowly settled down.

Su Yan lightly pulled his hand holding her away, "You hate Yemen, I know, but even if I'm not Gong Ziyi's woman, or even the woman who likes him, I'm still the half-adopted daughter of the Gong family , kindness and feelings, all of them."

She closed her eyes, and continued, "Ziyi has feelings for me, I rely on him, and Shenmu is my best friend since I was a child, and I have a close relationship with them all."

"And you, how could you like me like this without distraction? And your mother doesn't seem to like me at all," she turned around, "So, whether it's true or not, your question is meaningless ,Yeah?"

She stood in front of him like this, the sun behind her was extraordinarily bright, Su Yan stood quietly in front of him, her brows and eyes were calm, and there was a touch of sadness.

Feng Jue clasped her shoulders with his hands, very hard, his dark eyes looked at her motionlessly, as if he had to blink and she would disappear from his eyes.

He listened to her words, every word seemed to hit his heart directly, and there was even a slight smile on her face, shallow, faint, just looking at him like this.

Reaching out his hand, he hugged her nervously.

He remembered that when she hurt him back then, she ran back in disheveled clothes in the early hours of midnight. Back then, she stood in front of him in the moonlight, wearing a white skirt, naked with dirty feet, and said, From now on, I only like you.

There was a sudden heavy pain in his heart, and he didn't believe it at the time.

She has liked Gong Ziyi for so long, how could she really only like him, or in other words, how could she really only like him?

If she liked him, how could she have the heart to hurt him? In the war between him and Gong Ziyi, she only cared about Gong Ziyi.

She even decided to make a decision with him for Gong Ziyi's sake.

"Yanyan," he couldn't speak, he hugged her very hard, almost forgot the wound on her body, his wound was buried in her neck, and murmured, "I'm very tired."

The strength on the arm deepened several points, "I'm really tired, don't leave me."

The madness of last night hit her memory, she remembered, he said back then, why everything belongs to Gong Ziyi, even she belongs to him.

It was the same, even though he was strong and indifferent, he was still as lonely as a child when he hugged her.

Once again, her heart softened inch by inch.

She closed her eyes, she hadn't had time not to love him, so he could still soften her heart so easily.

What should we do?She has no idea.

Even if she wanted to let go of the hurt in the past and continue to be with him, what should she do if there were thousands of gaps between them?

She was at a loss.

"Feng Jue," she called his name in a soft voice, with helplessness and sighs, "Can you tell me why you hate Yemen so much?"

It should be said that from the very beginning, she felt faintly that Feng's hatred of Yemen and Ziyi had nothing to do with their identities and positions, it was a personal hatred.

Later, she became more sure of this feeling, but she really didn't understand, why?