Young Master Spoils His Cute Wife

Ning Yan's face sunk. He scrunched his eyebrows and his eyes were filled with impatience: "Mingliang, on the account of peace and quiet, I won't bother with you anymore. Don't challenge my endurance limit."

Then, he pushed Mingliang, who was blocking the door, away and turned back to Wu Chi: "Still not coming out?"

Wu Dai stood there blankly for a while before regaining his senses. She quickly pulled away and walked behind Ning Yan.

The tap in the bathroom was still on, and the water was dripping onto the surface of the sink. It sounded very much like the voice of Chi Chi, Mingliang stood at the door, as if she was petrified. Her voice was filled with tears, "Ah Yan, do you really not have any feelings for me? Don't tell me that without clarity, you really don't have any feelings for me? "

Ning Yan's voice was so hollow that it sounded like it came from hell. It was so cold that there wasn't even a trace of warmth in it. You can go now. I don't want to repeat myself. "

Ming Liangliang, who had always had an endless scenery in front of others, was now crying. She lowered her head, and from behind, she could only see her shoulders shaking. Her back was lonely and desolate. Wu Huan suddenly felt that she was somewhat pitiful.

She had at least shared a relationship with someone she liked, and from the beginning till the end, she had always been the one to bear the consequences.

If it was just wishful thinking, he had to admit his defeat.

After Mingliang slammed the door and left, the atmosphere between the two became even more awkward. After such a small episode, Wu Chiang's mood became even more chaotic. Ning Yan's mind was unfathomable, and every moment they were together, she would feel as if she was treading on thin ice.

"What are you still standing there for?" Not going to pick up your little brother and Little Jun? "

Ning Yan's words interrupted her reverie. He put on the coat on the clothes rack and threw her a towel.

Taking the towel, she casually sat on the edge of the bed and began to wipe the soles of her feet. She had been standing in the toilet barefoot for a while, and now her feet were cold and painful.

Ning Yan stared at the long scar at the bottom of her foot and was lost in thought. That ugly scar was like a centipede lying on her white foot. It looked like it had almost fully recovered, but he couldn't imagine how terrifying it was.

Wu Chi, who was wiping his feet with his head, suddenly felt a burning gaze on top of his head, sizing him up. When she raised her head, she was met with Ning Yan's attentive gaze. She hastily put her feet down and a layer of blush immediately covered her face.

She stammered, "I'll go brush my teeth first. I'll be ready in a moment."

After saying so, she rushed towards the bathroom as if she was escaping. She locked the door from the inside, and leaned against the door. Her heart pounded violently, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

The two of them left the hotel and did not have the mood to eat breakfast. They just ate a small bowl of porridge on the first floor of the hotel and got over it.

There was still some distance to the address Song Jun had given them. Wu Chiang sat in the front passenger seat, feeling uncomfortable all over. She bit her lips and forced herself to stay awake. The scenery outside the window was really beautiful, but she was not in the mood to enjoy it. She took a nap, leaned against the door, and fell asleep …

After sleeping for who knows how long, the car had already stopped. Ning Yan sat in the driver's seat, his head lowered as he looked at the documents in his bag. Wu Huan felt that he was a workaholic, that he was looking at paperwork all the time, and that her day was empty compared to that.

Hearing the noise, Ning Yan turned his head and glanced at her, before putting the document away. He said, "Let's get out of the car. We've arrived."

Just arrived? Why didn't he wake me up earlier? The sun was already setting outside, and I was speechless, how long did I sleep?

The two of them followed the address given by Song Jun and found the place after much difficulty.

However, this place looked like a holiday holy land. In front of him stood a row of villas in European style, surrounded by a forest, and beside it was a large artificial lake. In the middle of the lake was a small pavilion, which looked peaceful.

She dialed Wu An's cell phone again. It rang for a long time, but no one answered. She began to feel uneasy.

Ning Yan, on the other hand, didn't seem worried at all. He seemed to have nothing to do with Ye Xiao at all.

They followed the map that Song Jun had sent them and walked slowly. The sky was getting dark, and the street lamps were emitting a faint orange glow. The entire atmosphere had become strange.

The map showed that the house they were going to was number 109. Under the dim light, they searched one by one and finally found the place after fifteen minutes.

The door number 109 was old and the doorbell was broken. Wu Dai rushed forward and pounded on the door.

Five minutes later, the door creaked open. The scene before her eyes, however, left her dumbstruck. She turned around and glanced at Ning Yan.