Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 81 You Can't Treat Me Like This

Yan Xijue pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at her for a long time.

Finally, holding her voice and staring at her, she asked, "Who told you what?"

She raised her face, with a suspicious blush in her eyes, "Shouldn't I ask what you have done?"

Yan Xijue used his strength to make her sit heavily on the chair by the dining table, and looked down at her, "I don't like charades, and I'm not interested in guessing what women are thinking, just finish this meal honestly Fan, if you want to say it, you can say it, if you don’t want to say it, I won’t force you.”

In fact, the movement of sitting on the chair was suddenly very passive and heavy, but it didn't hurt. However, her eyes were still red, and the soreness in her heart spread round and round.

Su Anqian didn't want to eat, but just stared at him.

Yan Xijue, who was looked at by her like that, looked calm and composed, but he ate faster than usual while being elegant, and did not look in her direction at all.

After all, she couldn't sit still and got up to leave the restaurant.

Yan Xijue tightened his grip on the chopsticks, "Where are you going?"

She didn't speak, and continued to walk out.

After a while, there was a figure of him in front of him, standing still and blocking her way.

Su An raised her head lightly, "I'll make a phone call."

But now Yan Xijue will get angry when he sees her doing anything, except for her sitting quietly and accompanying her.

Su Anqian endured it, and since he refused to move away, he had no choice but to continue the topic just now, "What am I if you can't answer, then I'll put it another way."

Yan Xijue frowned, he didn't want to continue the topic just now.

She just looked at him fixedly and asked, "Is it true that in the end, you will only marry Ke Wan'er?"

Sure enough, his brows became tighter, "Who told you?"

She smiled, "That's it?" She turned her eyes slightly, still smiling faintly, "It's really nothing, no matter how much I like you, no matter how much I want to continue this marriage for a long time, I know it's impossible .”

The gap between them is too great, of course it is not a matter of identity.

It was she who didn't understand him.

Su An smiled slightly, "It's still such a problem to go around the old one, but it's really boring."

Knowing that she is not the only one, not unique enough, and knowing that he and Ke Wan'er will not be innocent, she will still feel very uncomfortable, and then all she can think of is to terminate the agreement once and for all.

The problem is that every time she wants to get rid of it, he firmly refuses to agree, and then the contradiction returns to the original point.

She didn't even know what it meant.

So she didn't want to say more, she passed her and said in a low voice: "I'm going to rest first."

The moment he staggered his body, Yan Xijue grabbed her wrist.

His eyes were downcast, fixed on her face, her thin lips were not warm, "Who told you what?"

The blush in her eyes didn't dissipate, and it became clearer when she raised her head, but the corner of her mouth smiled, "No one, it's nothing."

The strength in Yan Xijue's hands increased, he put her whole in front of him, and straightened her, "Make it clear, otherwise I can only think that you are making trouble for no reason because I am with Wan'er."

This time Su Anqian twitched the corner of her mouth, "So you were with her last night."

In fact, she didn't know, she just guessed.

Why did he call him back so anxiously? It was just to ask for some proof, but now he is calmer than last night.

"Then you just think so." She then said lightly, trying to take his hand away.

Her calm face, and her light and flirtatious sentence, were completely different from the attitude just now, Yan Xijue felt a little bit embarrassed, "Su Anqian, let me ask you one last time, what's the matter?"

At this moment, she really felt that Yan Xijue was very patient, and he had been deadlocked with her for a long time.

She sighed, "I'm really tired."

Yan Xijue frowned, suddenly pursed his lips, and without saying a word, squeezed her wrist and walked towards the bedroom. At that moment, Su An's eyebrows twitched, slightly nervous, "What are you doing?"

"I couldn't come last night because I couldn't leave home. Aren't you dissatisfied?" His handsome face had no warmth at all.

A woman shouldn't mess around and make trouble for no reason, but she can, he allows, as long as she picks the time, she can do whatever she wants.

"I made it very clear to you that I can't see you often these days." It's all for her own good.

However, in the past two days, she has been restless as if aiming at it.

Su An, who was exhausted from struggling, panted lightly, her hair wrapped around her delicate face, and she looked at him ironically, "Of course you can't meet me, you want to accompany Ke Wan'er, because she will be your future wife? One of your toys to appease the restless youth, isn't it?"

Yan Xijue stopped all his movements and stared.

After a long time, he finally turned his thin lips coldly, "You think so?"

She smiled faintly, one of the tears she had accumulated for a long time fell, and she blinked, "Isn't it?"

"If you think so, then it is."

He looked at her sneeringly, "Just treat all the thought I put into you and feed it to the dog!"

Su Anqian paused for a moment, then continued to try to keep him away from her, turned around and walked to the sofa next to her.

"Yan Xijue..." Her weak eyes filled with pleading, "Don't do this...you can't treat me like this!"

She had already been pushed into the sofa, the man looked at her with lowered eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, "I can't?"

The man who is usually indifferent at times is cold at the moment, "Why can't I? When dealing with a toy, do I need to spend all my time thinking about the food she will like? And also need to bother to customize jewelry as a gift?"

This was all a rebuttal to her, the man exerted a little force between his fingers, and watched her frown, his thin lips remained calm, "Or, do you think I, Yan Xijue, are sick?"

Su Anqian couldn't open her eyes to see his current indifference.

(End of this chapter)