Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 124 Haven't thought about the consequences?

Listening to her whisper, Yan Xijue watched as the circles of her eyes turned red little by little, her cold face seemed to have no expression changes, but her eyes dimmed.

Su Anqian hated his indifferent attitude when she was forced out of control.

A pair of beautiful soft eyebrows tightly frowned and stared at him, but his tone had to soften, "Yan Xijue, we really don't need to be like this, we're already even, can't you let me go?"

Yan Xijue knew that as long as he did not agree to this condition, she would not give up the equity, and the acquisition would not be possible, and she would not leave Beicheng either.

Su Anqian supported the desk with one hand, lowered her eyebrows for a while, adjusted her emotions, adjusted her expression, and then slowly raised her head.

"I'm asking you." Her low voice seemed a little erratic, which made people feel distressed.

Yan Xijue's tall and straight figure stood upright, his voice was very low, "Say it."

"At the beginning, when I approached you, did you propose to marry me just to get the equity?" She had calmed down a lot, but her eyes were flushed.

At that time, she had wondered why he proposed to get married out of nowhere. It was not a trivial matter, and it was even unnecessary in her opinion.

Looking up slightly, she smiled, "What does silence mean?"

After a while, Yan Xijue finally opened his thin lips calmly, and said a word: "Yes."

Knew it.

She was still smiling, but she didn't know what she was laughing at. It took a while to look at him again, "Later, I was such an idiot that I liked you, didn't you feel very happy and despised me?"

"An'an." Yan Xijue didn't have much expression, his voice was low and flat.

"Don't call me that!" She suddenly raised her voice, feeling ironic and ridiculous, "It's all over now, what do you have to do? Do you think I'm funny?"

Yan Xijue's gaze on her face deviated for a moment, and he glanced at the office door, "You are not in good condition, cancel today's meeting, if you are free, I will take you to that orphanage."

Orphanage?
Su An smiled slightly, "Why, is the Fourth Young Master attacking me in a different way now? Take the emotional route and tell me that you have been interested in me from a long time ago? Tell me that you coveted my equity at the beginning, but later you know The truth is touching, isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, she raised the corners of her mouth, "Fourth Young Master and Chang Huan should be the most suitable together, maybe one day they will win the best actor, or with such a good imagination, it is very suitable to be a screenwriter."

Her words were full of sarcasm.

Yan Xijue raised his hand and pressed between his eyebrows, "If you don't believe what I say, I don't have to say it. But this matter is not negotiable."

"Stop." He was about to leave after speaking, when Su Anqian suddenly said.

Yan Xijue stopped and turned to look at her.

Her eyes were still red, and when she raised her hand, there was the pen she had given him at the tip of her finger.

The man frowned with thick eyebrows, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the inside pocket of his suit.

Su An smiled lightly, "This kind of personal things can be left on women, and the fourth young master really does not change his flair."

"What nonsense?" Yan Xijue frowned a little, and turned back to take the pen away.

But Su Anqian withdrew her hand and looked up at him, "I'll return your things to you, and if you don't want them, it doesn't mean I won't accept your things."

After that, she clenched the pen tightly and said: "I asked Mrs. Zhou, she doesn't have the key to Songtao Residence, please give it to me, I'll pick it up in the afternoon."

Yan Xijue pursed his thin lips and looked at her, "Give me back the pen."

She hid the pen back with a cool smile, "Give me the key, but I won't give you the pen either."

Yan Xijue's thin lips tightened, "As you said, what you give me is mine, and you have no right to take it back." Then his face turned cold, "Do you want me to grab it?"

Su Anqian could actually tell that he really liked this pen.

So she smiled lightly, walked slowly to the window, watched Yan Xijue's face getting uglier, and stared at her, "What do you want?"

She raised the corners of her mouth, and even tilted her head to look at him in a good mood, "What are you nervous about?"

Yan Xijue moved towards her with blunt steps, and his low voice was forceful, "Don't try to scare me with death."

Su An smiled slightly, how could she die, her father hasn't come out yet, her mother hasn't woken up yet, and her brother hasn't come out yet.

She just looked down. There was a garden behind the company. She was working at this time, and there was no one there. Throwing a pen down would not cause any accidents.

But just when she stretched out her hand to hold the pen, Yan Xijue's eyes tightened, strode over, pulled her over, and reached out to grab the pen in her hand.

Su Anqian is a woman, of course she can't compare with Yan Xijue in terms of strength, but she struggled so hard that Yan Xijue failed to take the pen over, and instead fell to the ground with a "slap".

The pen cover and the pen body fell apart, Yan Xijue's expression changed, just as he was about to pick it up, Su Anqian moved faster than him, making his thin lips into a line, grabbed her hand and threw her to the ground. the other side.

"Ah!" It may be that he didn't control his strength well, before he bent down to pick up the pen, she heard a low cry of pain behind him.

She frowned, and immediately turned to look at the person leaning against the window with her head bowed.

"What's the matter?" Yan Xijue took big steps, almost approaching her, with a slightly anxious voice.

Su An lightly covered the left side of her face, she had just bumped into the edge of the window she opened, and it hurt a lot.

"Let go, let me see." His low voice was still strong, and the anxiety mixed with it was easily magnified.

But she also lost her temper when she was bumped into her. She threw him away forcefully, still covered her with the other hand, frowned tightly, and took a little breath.

Looking up at him, one exposed eye was slightly red, "Why didn't you just throw me out of the window?"

Yan Xijue's brows were solemn, his thin lips seemed cold, and he said in a low voice: "I didn't notice it, let me see where the injury is..."

"Don't touch me!" She raised her hand to avoid him with all her defenses. She was calm in her heart, and now she just felt that she was holding her breath.

Pursing his lips, he quickly walked towards the pen, as if it was the culprit.

Yan Xijue saw her trend, closed his eyes, and stopped her halfway.

"Let go!" She seemed to have a serious temper, and she was tightly held by him, and she began to pull her hands away forcefully.

Letting go of the left cheek, Yan Xijue saw the reddened area at a glance, his brows tightened, and he was about to check for her if the skin was broken, but she struggled so annoyingly.

"Su Anqian!" The man suddenly yelled at her in a low voice.

She stopped suddenly, looking at his black face hanging in front of her, completely instinctively, she didn't respond.

It wasn't until his hand lightly touched the redness on her face that Su Anqian frowned suddenly, and stared at him with red eyes when she regained her senses, "You have to spend so much effort to leave me with nothing, why didn't you just put it in the first place?" Kill me too? Or you should give me a backhand knife that night."

Yan Xijue ignored her words, just shook her hand, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Su Anqian flung it away: "Can you stop being so hypocritical?"

The man turned his head, his face was very heavy, "What makes you think I'm hypocritical?"

He approached, his gaze was very oppressive, "Ask yourself, when have I ever treated you badly except for the Su family? On the contrary, you, Su Anqian, don't know what to do from the beginning to the end!"

Su Anqian was silent for a while, stared at him blankly, and found his voice after a long time, "Yes, I don't know what to do, so I asked you to let me go, why bother you?"

"I don't." His thin lips were already cold, and the bottom of his deep eyes were cold.

With a stern profile, he turned his head, looked at the pen on the ground, and bent down to see it.

Unexpectedly, Su Anqian walked over and kicked it away. The pen was kicked and slid away, and even spun around a few times.

She made up her mind to make him unhappy, which is better than her being alone.

Yan Xijue closed his eyes, straightened his waist, stared at her with black eyes, pulled her over at once, pinched her wrist with one hand, and clasped her waist with the other.

A strong masculine breath came to her nostrils, and she panicked, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" The corner of Yan Xijue's mouth twitched coldly, "You provoked me so many times today, didn't you think about the consequences?"

The body backed up at a faster pace, and he was firmly pressed against the wall.

She couldn't speak, couldn't move her body, and almost couldn't even breathe. The only thing in her senses was his breath.

(End of this chapter)