His Silent Wife

Driving from this mansion, I shuttled aimlessly through the urban area. It was dusk. There was little sunset left, leaving only a round fireball in the sky, which was about to sink.

Shu Yao leaned in the rear seat and glanced at the road outside the window. It seems that this is definitely not domestic. There is an exotic feeling, which is self-evident.

But she doesn't know exactly where it is.

All kinds of advertising slogans and all kinds of big brand skin care cosmetics can not determine the location here. The only thing you can know is that it is very consistent with the means and methods of an Jiayan.

He has always been like this. Even if he wants to see someone again, he will deliberately slow down and dry each other for a few days, or more than ten days, or longer. In order to lighten his mood and calm his mind, he also wants each other to wash his anger and digest his temper.

Even a person with distinctive character and angular edges will be easily rubbed into a circle by an Jiayan.

He has always been so.

Therefore, Shu Yao is easy to accept the previous ones and is used to them.

The car went around the city for a long time, finally got on the high-speed, drove for several hours, and drove into a quiet town.

The beige houses look as if they are in heaven, with the surrounding green mountains and green waters, which really makes people feel like a paradise.

Such a peerless scene is also consistent with an Jiayan's taste. If he would live here, Shu Yu believes it.

Just to her complete surprise, the car did not stop again, that is, the destination, not here.

The car continued to drive. Finally, it stopped near the snow mountain not far away.

Contrary to the scenery of the town just now, there are still green plants there, just like a fairyland, while here is icy and snowy.

It may also be due to the polarization of seasons, which makes it an excellent Holy Land in the hearts of many people. It seems to be a corner of heaven and a beautiful place forgotten by God.

After the car stopped, a man came and opened the rear door for her. After Shu Yao got off the car, someone took a lady's down coat and put it on her shoulder, saying, "it's not suitable to drive further ahead. Please walk, miss. I'm sorry."

Shu Yao doesn't think there's anything wrong. She's tired after sitting in the car for so long. It's good to walk.

She followed these people all the way up the mountain on foot. When she reached the top of the mountain, it took almost more than 40 minutes.

Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain and saw a small house that was not very big.

The quiet moonlight, the white snow and the single family house have a sense of Castle in fairy tales, but they don't have the dignity and simplicity. They are just ordinary houses. They seem to have a sense of simplicity, but they are not simple when you look at them carefully.

The men stopped at the door of the house. The first man bowed respectfully to Shu Yao and made a 'please' gesture towards the door.

Shu Yao took a deep breath, pushed the door and entered the house.

Through the narrow porch, you can enter the living room. It is no different from other house construction. The only difference is that there is a huge fireplace in the living room, in addition to sofa, TV and other things. A little charcoal fire burns, smokeless, but it is very warm.

The light in the room is dim. It seems to be deliberately adjusted like this. It's dark and hazy.

Not far away on the single sofa, with his back to the comfortable and fair direction, there was a person sitting.

She doesn't need to look closely. She can recognize the general outline. It's an Jiayan himself.

Shu Yao went in, walked around and came right in front of the man, took off her down jacket directly, and then sat aside. She leaned back. The warm room was opposite to the ice and snow outside. She felt the warmth in an instant, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

"I didn't pick you up in person, but you suffered a lot of grievances all the way. Don't you complain about me?" ANGA Yan opened his mouth and spoke English with a low-key British accent.

Shu Yao slightly raised her eyebrows, but she didn't speak English, but spoke Mandarin, "how dare you?"

An Jiayan smiled and moved slightly. He just raised his eyes and glanced at her, "I'm wronged. I'm sorry."

"What else?" Shu Yao asked back. There was no emotion on his obviously indifferent face. He was as alienated and cold as a stranger he knew.

An Jiayan frowned slightly. "It seems that you really fell in love with him. You really don't care about me."

Shu Yao didn't say anything, just moved her eyes, skimmed the hot tea on the table, poured herself a cup and took a sip.

"Or did you fall in love with him again?" His faint voice whispered with playfulness.

Shu Yao drank two more mouthfuls of hot tea, warmed her cold body a little, and then opened her mouth again, "it's a new, or always love."

She loved Li Chenxi from beginning to end, whether she was young and ignorant at the beginning, or her hatred doubled after divorce, or even her grievances not long ago.

An Jiayan nodded slightly, "therefore, the bet between us has long not been established."

"Well, it doesn't work." Shu Yao responded with a gentle tone without any emotion, "but you never wanted to abide by the so-called gambling appointment, didn't you?"

An Jiayan curled his lips and smiled. His straight legs overlapped gracefully. "When you recover your memory, you hide it from me and deliberately bet with me. This bet is just empty talk."

"Well..."

Shu Yao slightly lengthened his voice and looked up at him, "what are you going to do now? Push me out and continue to be a shield, or do you want to get rid of me to vent your hatred?"

"You?" An Jiayan hesitated and opened his eyebrows with great interest. His amber eyes were deep and narrow, and gradually narrowed. "I never wanted to hurt you. You know that."

It was only an expedient measure to push her out as a shield.

When Pei Yujie was alive, if he didn't do so, he couldn't save Shu Yu's life at all. Later, Pei Yujie died, but an Jiayan's power has been unstable and there are too many things to deal with and face, so he can't correct these for the time being.

Moreover, the so-called shield or scapegoat, although the truth is the same, it takes time and energy to replace or reshape.

If you can't consider everything and erase all possible traces, what's the value of such a scapegoat that can be easily exposed by others?

As for trying to get rid of her?

Never before, including now.

If he really wants to harm her, even if Shu Yao is a cat God, nine lives are not enough.

"But you touched my son!" Shu Yao Huoran accentuated the pronunciation, and the hidden anger came out at the same time. The whole person also angrily clenched the armrest of the sofa, "he is still so young, he is less than eight years old this year, but he died miserably in your hand!"

"Ann Jiayan, as I said, no matter what you want to do, come to me. Even if you really send me to prison or let me die without a place to bury, it doesn't matter, but don't touch my child!"

This is Shu Yao's bottom line, but also against the scale, but he just doesn't listen or believe, and he just goes his own way!

An Jiayan smiled coldly, took out a gun from his suit pocket with a slight hand, turned the muzzle directly and threw it to Shu Yao.

Shu Yao also subconsciously caught it, and then heard the man say, "in that case, kill me!"

He had no wave, no response, no half fear or panic, or even a trace of worry. He just leaned slightly lazily on the sofa and glanced at her. "You were trained by me. Although we haven't been together for a long time, you are the only woman who makes me satisfied."

"It's also the only woman who makes me want to enjoy my life and spend the rest of my life together. Whether you admit it or not, all I do is for you. Maybe the method is not appropriate, but the fact is that now I give control to you again and kill me, I'll be 100."