Young Master Spoils His Cute Wife

Was he asking himself? Wu Chi stood there motionlessly. Seeing that she didn't have any reaction, Wu An poked her, who was still in a daze, and asked, "Sis, this brother asked you what you want to eat tonight?"

Only then did she come back to her senses and hurriedly waved her hand. "No need. We can just go home and eat by ourselves!"

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking Wu An, what do you want to eat tonight?" Ning Yan didn't even raise his head, his face expressionless …

The atmosphere became all the more awkward. Wu An coughed and said, "It's been a long time since I've been back. I'm not familiar with this place. "I'll listen to your arrangements."

Ning Yan seemed to be very satisfied with Wu An. He nodded and gave the driver an address.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he found that Song Jue was already there. He stood up happily and greeted Ning Yan and Wu Chi, "Brother Yan, little sister Xie!"

Seeing that he had already been here for a long time, Wu Chiang was also quite surprised.

Song Jun was a very lively person. At the dining table, he continuously searched for topics to liven up the atmosphere.

Ning Yan had always been cold. Anyone who spoke to him would be indifferent.

Wu Anjiao and Wu Haoyuan were filled with worry, and they were not in the mood to respond to Song Jun's jokes. He was singing solo, which made it difficult for them to do so.

A bottle of red wine was opened on the table. It was not an important occasion, and even though the few of them had lost interest in the wine, they had no interest in tasting it.

Wu Chi poured himself a full cup and gulped it down his throat.

"Sister Huan, this isn't the way to drink red wine." Shocked by the scene, Song Jun could not help but exclaim.

Ning Yan took the bottle of red wine from her hand and poured himself a cup as well.

"Brother Yan?" "Why are you also …"

Ning Yan put the cup down and pointed at Wu An. "Little Jun, take Wu An back first. I still have something to say to Wu Chi!"

Every time he used this move to fend it off, Song Jun could only sigh helplessly. However, he rarely saw Ning Yan with such complicated emotions. Most of the time, he was calm and unchanging. It was so calm that it was like a pool of stagnant water, as if it would never be able to stir up any ripples.

The two of them drank cup after cup of wine for a long time, yet neither of them said a word.

Wu was drinking because she was sad. She didn't know how to explain this to Wu An, and she blamed herself for the humiliation he had suffered today.

The little boy she had once held in her arms had now grown up. He would hold himself in his arms and say, "Don't be afraid, sister, I'll protect you." He didn't even pursue the matter with her and chose to act as her protection without hesitation.

What was Ning Yan drinking for now?

Lying on the table, looking at his bloodshot eyes, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Look at you, little rabbit. Red eyes."

Her vision gradually blurred. She felt like her whole body was floating in the air. She felt as if there was a soft, hot cotton ball beside her. She couldn't help but want to get closer to it.

There was a familiar smell coming from her nose. She sniffed with all her might like a greedy kitten.

When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself in bed. The sound of regular breathing came to her ears. She opened her eyes wide in the darkness. It was Ning Yan!

He lay beside her in his clothes, and she clung to his arm.

The light in the living room was not on, and a halo of yellow light seeped out from the gap in the door. It was extremely beautiful.

The room was eerily quiet. She could hear his watch on the cabinet, the clacking of his watch, and the thumping of his heart.

His sleeping posture was very good, exactly the same as his usual calm appearance. She suddenly thought of that girl called Serenity, and for some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

She turned to look at him, his profile still sharp in the dim light, and as he slept, she suddenly held out her hands in a childish gesture in front of his eyes, but of course there was no response.

Her breathing suddenly quickened, and she bravely stretched out a finger to caress his face.

The warm feeling from his fingertips seeped all the way to his heart. Some green stubble emerged on his chin, and it felt somewhat pricking to the touch.

He looked a little imperfect, but it was this imperfect him that made her feel like she was not so far away from him. Only then could she be sure that the Ning Yan lying beside her right now was indeed the unparalleled Ning Yan.

At this moment, and only this moment!

A chill of despair rose up from the bottom of his heart, quickly engulfing that trace of warmth. He had never been hers, and could not have been. Thinking of this, her nose started to ache inexplicably.

She wriggled her body instinctively, waking him up from his sleep. He mumbled sleepily, "Tsutsugamusu?"

Without waiting for an answer, he fell asleep again. Did he just call himself Tsutsugamusu? She lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, but she felt as if she were in icy ice, and a chill came over her, freezing her limbs and her insides.

When the sun rose, Ning Yan actually overslept for the first time in his life. Only when Shu Bo called to remind him did he hurriedly get up. She had hooked her arm for the whole night yesterday, but now that she was moving, she realized that she was numb from the pain.

Yesterday, she drank a cup of wine, and continued to hug him as she started to make a ruckus.

When he picked her up, she hung on to him like a monkey and wouldn't let him go. He thought about how there was only one brother in her family, Wu An, and he couldn't cure her, so he dragged her back.

It was unknown what nightmare she was having. Even though she was drunk and had already fallen asleep, her brows were still tightly knitted. She clung to her arm, crying out not to go, not to go.

He actually softened his heart and let her hug his arm for the rest of the night. He lay on the quilt, chilled despite the air conditioner.

His throat was a little sore, and his nose was a little stuffy. Wu Chiang was still sleeping soundly on the bed. Her eyebrows were knitted tightly, like a frightened kitten.

Ning Yan, who had already walked out of the room, somehow came back. He gently put Wu Chiang's hand inside the blanket and pulled the blanket up to his neck. Then he closed the door and walked out.

These actions were extremely similar to that of a couple who had been in love for many years. It was calm and warm, but when had they ever been able to calmly imagine their future relationship?

Hearing the sound of the door ringing, Wu Chiang woke up. She sat up with fatigue. Five minutes ago, the people beside her had left.

There was still a little warmth left on top of the quilt, and she stroked it slowly with her hand, as if she were stroking a meek little dog.

She didn't like the way things were now. She still had a lot of things to do, Wu An had to explain to her, and she had no idea what to do with the company.

However, she just didn't want to move. She wanted to give him some warmth. Just like in his student days, when the exam was tomorrow, he had to read novels very late today, so he had a kind of luxurious and unrestrained happiness.

She didn't get home until ten. Wu An was already sitting on the sofa, waiting for her. She had never known that Wu An would have such a serious expression.

In his memory, he was a child without any worries. Although he had lost his mother since he was young, she and Wu Nian Hao had protected him well, causing his heart to always be pure.

He bore the lives of two people. This was a pain that they would never want to bring up again.

"Sis, did something happen in our family?" Wu An looked at the dispirited look on Wu Chi's face and understood what was going on.