The Male Protagonist Is Very Strong and Dotes on His Wife. He Only Has One Wife.

176 她 She Turned Suffering into Sugar Wan Gu18k WordsCompleted 16Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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#AGEGAP# sweetpet#counterattack## I was rejected when I confessed my love at the age of eighteen, and when I returned to China at the age of twenty-four, I slept with the man who said I was too young. The next day he put on his tie meticulously: "Wear nice and go get the certificate." I smiled brightly: "I drank too much last night. I am still young and don't want to get married." Later, everyone in Beijing knew that the noble and cold Mr. Song of the Song family took off his gloves with his own hands in order to win back a little girl, using all his patience and affection.

179 强 Seize by Force! Robbery! Dad's Favorite Villain Nine Five Forty FiveModern Romance1.4M WordsOngoing 6.8kReads8.9Score368Shelves

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A quick time travel story about giving birth to a child, the male and female protagonists are 1V1, love at first sight, the plot is novel and a little crazy, funny and sweet [flying kiss][flying kiss][flying kiss]

180 妻 My Wife and I Had Fun Every Night, and I Smiled and Pretended to Be Blind for a Year Wan GuHistorical10k WordsCompleted 228Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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#AGEGAP# sweetpet#counterattack## I was rejected when I confessed my love at the age of eighteen, and when I returned to China at the age of twenty-four, I slept with the man who said I was too young. The next day he put on his tie meticulously: "Wear nice and go get the certificate." I smiled brightly: "I drank too much last night. I'm still young and don't want to get married." Later, everyone in Beijing knew that the noble and cold Mr. Song of the Song family took off his gloves with his own hands in order to win back a little girl, using all his patience and affection.

184 失 After Losing His Memory, the Actor's Little Tease Was so Sweet Tangli 12Modern Romance275k WordsCompleted 479Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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Eighteen-year-old Su Zijin woke up seven years later. Damn it, my previously round belly turned into a small waist. Not only did I become more beautiful, but I also married my crush! 🌿Not only is he 24K handsome, he is also China Entertainment's youngest Grand Slam Best Actor. What to do? Of course, hug your husband's thighs tightly, act like a baby, cry and make him sweet to death! 💥

186 七 Seventy: to Survive, I Forcefully Kissed the Craziest Villain Spirit PigeonModern Romance550k WordsCompleted 32.2kReads9.3Score4.8kShelves

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These two books [lick the screen]. 🥥The first one. Chronology. The male protagonist is the villain in the book, a very strong person, and everyone under his command listens to him. But the female protagonist will act coquettishly towards him. The male protagonist is so coaxed that he can't find any answers and he dotes on the female protagonist very much... 🥥The second book. The male protagonist is a crazy villain and tries every means to torture anyone he doesn't like. The female protagonist has never been afraid of the male protagonist and even calls him "cousin"...

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Feng Ling came down from upstairs and saw the old man sitting on the sofa in the living room. He smiled and said hello: "Grandpa." Feng Dan nodded lightly and looked at Feng Ling. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a white short T-shirt underneath, a metal chain around his neck, and black trousers with the legs tucked into black Martin boots. With a height of 188cm, exquisite and handsome appearance and a bold and unruly temperament, he looks like a cool and handsome motorcycle boy. He can only take action with this face. "Want to go out?" Feng Dan asked. Feng Ling nodded: "Yeah." "Don't go out in a hurry. I have something to tell you." Feng Dan said.

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[Asking for explosive updates][Asking for explosive updates][Asking for explosive updates]

191 首 Chief, Your Wife Is Here with Her Children. Yan MarchModern Romance583k WordsCompleted 42.5kReads9.3Score4.7kShelves

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The male protagonist is very doting on his wife, and the financial power is in her hands, so she has a job in her eyes. 🔥✨Daily sweet articles, real and beautiful, 🥰It doesn't matter whether you are a man or not, the important thing is not to be hungry!

191 完 Damn It, the Uncle Last Night Was Actually My Love Rival Dad August WitchModern Romance1.4M WordsCompleted 33.2kReads9.0Score3kShelves

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This novel is really surprising. I didn't feel tired at all from the beginning to the end. The author's writing style is very comfortable, the writing is as smooth as chatting, and the laughter is just right. I often laugh out loud while watching it. Occasionally, I am touched by the feelings of the male and female protagonists. The ending is also very satisfactory, and it is worth watching.

192 宴 Yan Ye's Little Sick Rice A Roll of Sunflower SproutsModern Romance340k WordsCompleted 31.9kReads8.7Score5kShelves

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11[Lick screen][lick screen] When the two of them walked down side by side, Yan Hui suddenly said: "You look more like people in Chinese paintings when you wear this." Su Jing tilted her head and asked: "What kind of people are in paintings?" "The kind that are as gentle as water." He paused, "Looking very quiet, but not easy to mess with." Su Jinghao felt the tips of her ears heat up at his sight, so she spoke first: "Isn't it appropriate?" "Suitable." Yanzhi picked up the phone and lowered his voice, "Very beautiful." He said it so bluntly that Su Jinghao curled her fingertips slightly. "Growing up," she held the stairs with a low voice, "Su Wanqing is more like the daughter of the Su family. She is loved, supported, and coaxed when she loses her temper. I am more like the one who is remembered temporarily." Yan Hui did not use the word "temporary" and just said softly: "It won't happen in the future." The next second, the list was taken away by a hand. Yan Hui didn't even take a closer look, he raised his hand to the side and threw it into the wastebasket not far away. When the page fell in, the restaurant was so quiet that even the breathing was soft. Irene was visibly shocked: "Sir?" Yanhui looked up, his gray-blue eyes showing no warmth at all: "There is no need to send this kind of thing to her in the future." Irene whispered: "The manor has always been..." "I said, no need." Yan Hui's tone was calm, but the whole restaurant was afraid to speak. "She doesn't need rules here, her habits are the rules of the manor." Yan Hui strode in, his long legs pressed an oppressive aura, and the red sandalwood beads pressed heavily on his wrist bones. His gray-blue eyes glanced over the mess on the ground and fell on Su Jing's pale face. As soon as Yan Hui entered the door, the first thing he saw was Su Jinghao. Yan Hui laughed angrily at her, but her breath became heavier, "You're almost out of breath, and you're still thinking about that bouquet of flowers?" Su Jing didn't answer, and unconsciously leaned her forehead against his chest. This time there is almost a sense of dependence. Yan Hui paused for a moment, tightened his grip on her waist, and pressed his thumb through the fabric of her waist, so that he could clearly feel the ridiculously thin waistline. He suddenly felt a little annoyed. It's annoying to Tang Jing, and even more annoying to the Su family. Even though she was so sick, she still dared to stand alone and talk to people. She didn't call out even if the pager was broken. She waited until he came in, thinking about sorting out the evidence and logic one by one. It was like as long as she was still standing, she would have to settle the account first even if the sky fell. He didn't know why she was so tolerant. I don't know if she has always been like this in the past. She didn't talk about it when she felt uncomfortable, didn't make a fuss when she felt wronged, and had to hold on until she couldn't hold on any longer before she was willing to show any vulnerability. "Su Jinghao." Yanhui lowered his head, held the back of her neck with his palms, and spoke in a low voice, "Are you a little too confident in yourself?" Su Jinghao's eyes were already a little white, and she couldn't hear clearly. She only felt that his chest was stable and his heartbeat was steady, beating again and again. It was like someone finally blocked the wind outside for her. Her shoulder lines that had been tense for a long time slowly loosened, but her fingertips suddenly tightened, unconsciously grasping the wrinkled piece of suit on Yan Hui's chest. The next second, the person completely softened. Yanhui's eyebrows jumped, and his arms immediately hugged the person firmly. The girl in his arms was too light, her face was buried in his chest, her black hair rubbed against his chin, her breathing was weak, but her thin white fingers were still holding on to his clothes, as if she could no longer hold on, so she instinctively grabbed something. The hostility that filled the living room just now suddenly dissipated. Yan Hui lowered his eyes and looked at the hand holding his clothes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only a touch of helpless tenderness. Su Jinghao's ears felt hot due to his rubbing, but she couldn't say anything and could only let him do what he did. At this moment, the sleeves of her nightgown slid down a bit, revealing a thinner wrist and a worn wooden bracelet. Yan Hui's movements stopped. The bracelet was not eye-catching, the wooden beads were old in color, and the edges were warm and shiny when she touched it. It looked like it had been worn for many years. But the light fell from above, and the wood grain blurred out in circles, revealing a strange similarity with the string of red sandalwood beads on his wrist. One is dark and one is light. But the texture, oiliness, and even the thin swirls on the bead surface all seem to come from the same old material. Su Jinghao noticed his gaze, glanced down, and almost instinctively retracted her hands into the quilt. Before she could retract, Yan Hui had already grasped her wrist. His palm was very big, and with a slight squeeze, he circled her thin white wrist bones. His thumb brushed against the old wooden bead and he rubbed it slowly. The touch was so warm that his heart skipped a beat. "Where did this bracelet come from?" He asked. The voice was very low and no emotion could be heard. Su Jinghao was held by him, neither moving nor moving, so she could only answer honestly: "Grandma gave it to me." Yan Hui raised his eyes to look at her. "Your mother's relic?" "Yes." She said softly, "I always wear it." Yan Hui said nothing. The string of red sandalwood beads was still hanging on his wrist, very close to the old wooden bracelet on her hand, one deep and one shallow, like two old events that should not have collided suddenly. Su Jinghao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and her throat tightened: "What's wrong?" Yan Hui seemed to have come to her senses, and he let go of her wrist with his fingers, "What's the difference?" "You are my wife." These words were an understatement. But even when he was angry, he seemed to be standing up for her. He was clumsy and almost overbearing, but it was hard not to be soft-hearted. "Who asked you to run out alone?" His voice was cold, but his hand did not let go, and he still squeezed her cold wrist. Su Jinghao was wrapped tightly and she broke away slightly: "I'm not a child." "Your current body temperature is not much better than ice cubes." Su Jinghao looked down at the black card and said softly: "You will spoil me like this." "That's bad." Yan Hui leaned back in his chair and said in a calm tone, "It won't hurt me anyway." "Her preference is the standard." Yan Hui said. After the banquet, she still didn't let him go immediately. He gently pinched her wrist with his fingertips and said, "Call me if you need something." "Can you hear it even from half the venue?" "You try." Su Jing couldn't hold it back, glanced at him gently, withdrew her hand, turned and left. Yanhui's tone was calm and there was no hint of anger, but it was even more frightening: "She is my wife. Tonight you let her stand here and be questioned and treated as a show of excitement. Now you want to talk to me about redress?" "Contact legal affairs and investment banks." Yanhui stretched out his hand to help Su Jing pull back the shawl that had slipped off her shoulders. His movements were as natural as if he were in his own living room, "Acquire it." The boss suddenly raised his head. Yan Hui then turned to Su Jinghao, his tone softened for a second, as if he was a different person, "Since you like this, this auction house will be in your name from now on, and it will be a gallery for casual fun." Su Jinghao was stunned. She looked up at him, her eyelashes twitching slightly: "You mean... The whole family?" "Yeah." Yan Hui looked at her, "The space is big enough, and it won't be crowded to hang your embroidery." "It's not that I'm afraid." She tilted her head to look at him, with a bit of shock still in her eyes, "This is the first time I know that someone loves someone so much." Yan Hui came closer, lifted the collar of her coat up for her, and brushed the gem in front of her collarbone with his fingers. "Just get used to it." "Su Jing is good." He looked down at her with undisguised aggression in his eyes, "You don't need to be so clear with me. You are my wife, and your grandma is my grandma. It is only natural that I spend some money to support her in her old age." The distance was too close, so close that Su Jing could clearly see the shadows of the eyelashes in his deep eye sockets, and could feel his warm breath brushing the tip of her nose when he spoke. Her ears began to heat up, and she forced herself to calm down: "What about Su Wanqing?" "Her?" Yan Hui sneered, a coldness flashing in his eyes, "She should have a headache now, why all the top luxury brands have blacklisted her, and why all the socialite circles she had worked so hard to squeeze into kicked her out overnight." He suddenly raised his hand and tightened the beige cashmere cardigan on her body a little tighter. The fingertips inadvertently brushed against the cold white side of her neck, and the hot temperature made Su Jinghao's shoulder line suddenly stiffen. "The wind is strong." Yan Hui's voice was a little low, but his hand did not immediately retract. His fingertips slowly slid along her neckline to her chin and pinched lightly, "Go back to the house. Eat breakfast and drink the medicine." Su Jinghao was pinched and tilted her head. "I need to be mentally prepared for drinking bitter medicine." Yan Hui put down his hand and stood up straight, "Or are you going to let me feed you with unconventional means like last night?" The tips of Su Jinghao's ears were completely red. She glared at him, turned around and walked back into the house, her back looking cold and angry. "You can take over, you can mess with it, you can change the system, or you can fire people." He pushed the coffee cup aside and added slowly, "But there are two conditions. The security will follow, and the doctor will follow." "I'm going to work, not for a spring outing." Su Jinghao closed the document, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "You are like sending a child to kindergarten on the first day." Yan Hui looked at her, his expression unchanged, "You are more valuable than work." The next second, he raised his hand and took off the red sandalwood beads on his wrist. The two strings of beads were placed on the coffee table together, very close to each other. One bunch is darker, one is older and lighter, but the material looks like it came from the same tree. The diameters of the beads are not much different, and the grain directions are also close, especially where several of the wood grains are interlaced, they almost match up. Su Jinghao stared at it for a few seconds, her heart tightening a little bit, "Have you noticed it a long time ago?" Yanhui looked up at her and didn't hide: "I noticed it the first time in the medical room." Su Jinghao's fingers gently grasped the edge of the cardigan: "So you knew at that time that there was something wrong with my bracelet." "There is no problem." Yanhui looked at the two strings of beads on the table and lowered his voice, "The beads left by my mother are made of an old material. They almost disappeared many years ago. The string on your hand is made of the same material." Su Jinghao looked at him and said, "Just the same material?" Yanhui did not answer immediately. She asked again: "The place where your mother stayed in China happened to have the same storage records as mine. Don't tell me when you come back from the banquet, it's just a coincidence." "Jing Hao." He called her, his voice was not strong, but it was a bit soothing. Spread out in front of him was an old dark-colored file bag, the corners of which were already furry. It had obviously been there for many years. This is one of the things my mother left behind. He flipped through it for a long time tonight before pulling out a separate page from a pile of old letters. The page has turned yellow, and the handwriting is a little faint. There is a line of vague annotation at the bottom: If the wooden beads come in pairs, old friends in the south of the Yangtze River can be found. After a while, Yan Hui put the towel back on the back of the chair, sat down opposite her, and opened the pocket. Inside is an old photo. In the photo, there are two strings of wooden beads. One string has been changed into the style of Buddhist beads, with darker beads; the other string is older, with slightly smaller diameter beads, almost the same as the one on her wrist. Su Jinghao's eyes narrowed. After Yan Hui took out the second one, it was a scan of a page. The paper is very old, and there is a line of handwritten comments at the bottom. The handwriting is a little faded. If the wooden beads are in pairs, old friends from the south of the Yangtze River can be found. "Ruomuzhu?" Su Jinghao read it in a low voice. "This is the name of that batch of wood." Yan Hui looked at her, "My mother named it." He said, taking off the beads from his wrist, putting them on the table, and reaching out to her, "Give me your hand." Su Jinghao took off the old wooden bracelet from her wrist and handed it over. Yanhui placed the two strings of beads side by side and gently opened a few of them with his slender fingers. "The materials, cutting patterns, and polishing habits all match. It's not as simple as using the same materials." He raised his eyes and looked at her. "These two strings were originally a pair." Su Jinghao looked at the wooden beads on the table and breathed lighter: "Your mother and my grandmother knew each other." "We know her. And it's not just as simple as meeting her once. I asked someone to re-check the records of her stay in China. She stayed in that port city for seventeen days. Your grandmother's old name is in the contact list." Su Jinghao's fingertips slowly tightened. "So that last wish from back then..." "It's probably been simplified." Yan Hui picked up what she said, "The version my father received only had one sentence about marrying the daughter of the Su family. But in the old files left by my mother, the real clues to the truth are this comment and the pair of Ruo Mu beads." When he said this, he paused, his eyes falling on her face. "Jinghao, what I found out is that the person my mother is looking for is not just any daughter named Su." Su Jinghao raised her eyes to look at him. Yan Hui's eyes were deep, as if the words he had suppressed for a long time were finally revealed in front of her. "She is looking for someone who is related to an old friend from Jiangnan and has another string of Ruomu beads in his hand. Looking at it now, this person is most likely you." The room was very quiet. It was so quiet that she could clearly hear her own heart beating a beat faster. After a few seconds, Su Jinghao said, "That is to say, the marriage your mother wanted to have was not necessarily for Su Wanqing from beginning to end." "Yeah." "Then why didn't you say it before?" "Because before there was only suspicion and no evidence." Yan Hui looked at her, "I don't like to touch you with speculation." "Do you think that I have been protecting you and manipulating you during this time just because of this string of beads?" She said nothing. "No." Yanhui used a little force on his hand and brought her closer to him, "The beads are the clues, and you are the result." Su Jinghao was sitting close to her, but when he pulled her like this, her knees almost touched him. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her lower back hit the armrest of the sofa first. Yan Hui leaned over, one hand supporting her side, and the other hand still holding her wrist. The distance suddenly got closer, and even the faint cold fragrance on his body became clear. Mixed with the water vapor after bathing, it made people's breathing tight. "Let me ask you one more thing," he said. "... What." "Do you still want to sneak away to the auction house tomorrow?" Su Jinghao: "..." Su Jinghao originally wanted to reason with him, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly changed her question. "Back from the banquet." "Yeah." She looked at him with serious eyes: "Then what are we doing now?" What he just said was still too ambiguous for her. The air was silent for two seconds. Yanhui looked down at her, his hand still on her side and did not move away immediately. He said in a low voice, "You are asking this question as if we are going to divorce tomorrow." Su Jing finally didn't accept his joke, "I'm not kidding, I just want to ask." Yan Hui's eyes were deep, as if the words he had been suppressing for a long time were finally revealed in front of her. "What she is looking for is someone related to an old friend in Jiangnan who has another string of Ruomu beads in his hand. Look now, this person is most likely you. "The room was very quiet. So quiet that she could clearly hear her own heart beating a beat faster. After a few seconds, Su Jinghao spoke: "In other words, the marriage your mother wanted to have was not necessarily for Su Wanqing from beginning to end. " "Um. "Then why didn't you say it before?" "Because before there was only suspicion and no evidence." Yan Hui looked at her, "I don't like to touch you with speculation." " Su Jinghao was pinched by him and raised her face slightly. Her ears felt a little hot, but she still replied honestly: "I thought you didn't know how to do it before, but now I'm not sure. "Yan smiled back. "Hello Su Jing, your understanding of me is a bit slow to update. "After he finished speaking, he straightened up, but did not let go of his hand. Instead, he brought her whole body into his arms to make her sit more stable. Then, he looked at her and his tone became calmer little by little: "Listen clearly. "We are considered husband and wife." "Legal, public, the kind that no one can touch." "Su Jinghao's eyelashes trembled slightly. Yan Hui continued: "It's not a substitute marriage offered by the Su family, it's not an option on the marriage list, it's not a simple responsibility of husband and wife, and it's not a relationship improvised because of a string of beads. " He paused and stared at her with his gray-blue eyes, not letting her miss her in the slightest. "I recognize you, hello Su Jing. "I recognize you as the person." "It's not the Su family, it's not the original bride, it's not someone's substitute." " After the last sentence fell, the living room was very quiet. Su Jinghao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and her fingers subconsciously grasped his sleeves, "So, you are now telling me formally that we are not a superficial couple, nor are we just married. " "Um. " "You recognize me. " "Um. " "You won't change it in the future? Yanhui stared at her, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Are you going to give me a chance to change?" " Su Jing choked. Yanhui lowered his head, his forehead almost touching hers, "You have already asked me this question, let me make it more clear by the way. " "From the day you entered Adams Manor, you were my wife. " "It is now and it will be in the future. "Unless you tell me personally one day, you don't want this position anymore." Su Jinghao's ears felt hot. She endured it, but still couldn't hold it back: "Have you ever talked to people like this before?" " "No. " "Real? "I didn't have a wife before." "Who are we?" "Su Jinghao looked at him, her face felt a little hot, but she still spoke. "Husband and wife. "Say it again." " "……Couple. " Yanhui seemed to finally listen. He retracted his arms and completely brought the person into his arms. Before Su Jing could say a word, his chin had been gently lifted by him. The next second, the man lowered his head and kissed her. "But this is not the environment I grew up in. Yanhui paused, "I'm more direct here." If you like it, move forward, if you want it, reach out your hand, if you are afraid that someone will run away, take it back to you first. "But don't talk about being a couple and push me out at the same time." "He said, taking off the prayer beads from his wrist, placing them on the table, and reaching out to her, "Give me your hand. "Su Jinghao took off the old wooden bracelet from her wrist and handed it over. Yanhui placed the two beads side by side and gently opened a few of them with her slender fingers. "The material, cutting pattern, and polishing habits all match. It's not as simple as using the same materials. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "These two strings were originally a pair." " Su Jinghao looked at the wooden beads on the table and breathed lightly: "Your mother and my grandmother knew each other. " "Know. And it's not just as simple as meeting once. I asked someone to re-check the records of her stay in China. She stayed in that port city for 17 days. Your grandmother's old name is on the contact list. "Su Jinghao's fingertips slowly tightened. "So that last wish from back then..." "It's probably been simplified. "Yan Hui picked up her words, "The version my father received only had one sentence about marrying the daughter of the Su family. But in the old files left behind by my mother, the real clues are this comment and the pair of Ruomu beads. " When he said this, he paused and kept his eyes on her face. "Jinghao, what I found out is that the person my mother is looking for is not just any daughter named Su. "Su Jinghao raised her eyes to look at him. "Do you think that I have been protecting you and manipulating you during this period just because of this string of beads? "She said nothing. "No. Yan Hui put a little more force on his hand and brought her closer to him, "The beads are the clues, and you are the result." "Su Jinghao was sitting close to him, but when he pulled her, her knees almost touched him. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her lower back hit the armrest of the sofa first. Yanhui leaned over, one hand supporting her side, and the other still holding her wrist. The distance was suddenly close, and even the faint cold fragrance on his body became clear. Mixed with the water vapor after the shower, it made her breath tight. "Let me ask you one more thing. "He said. "... What. "Do you still want to sneak away to the auction house tomorrow?" " Su Jinghao: "..." Su Jinghao originally wanted to reason with him, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly changed her question. "Back from the banquet. " "Um. She looked at him with serious eyes: "Then what do we think now?" "What he just said was still too ambiguous for her. The air was silent for two seconds. Yanhui looked down at her, his hand still on her side, and did not move away immediately. He said in a low voice: "You ask this question as if we are going to divorce tomorrow. Su Jing finally didn't accept his joke, "I'm not joking, I just want to ask clearly." " She was trapped between the sofa and his arms, unable to retreat, so she stopped hiding and looked up at him. "Grandma's nursing home, Su's house, the auction house, and the past few days... You have helped me a lot. She paused, her voice still soft, but her tone was steady, "I'm very grateful to you, and I know you've been protecting me." But I don't want to stand beside you in a daze, not even knowing who I am. "Is it a marriage partner, or is it because of this string of Ruomu beads and responsibility." "Or maybe you just have a soft heart." " She spoke unhurriedly, speaking clearly and clearly. Yanhui looked at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched her chin. The movement was not heavy, but he did not allow her to avoid looking away, "Do you think I will be soft-hearted? "You Chinese people talk about the long-lasting flow of water. I know a little bit about it, although I'm not very good at it." "Then what are you good at?" "" Good at carrying people back to the room first. Yan Hui looked at her, "No matter how good I am at letting her get used to me slowly." "Half asleep and half awake, she heard Yanhui whisper in her ear: "It doesn't matter if you go slower, just don't step back. "She has been my wife from the day she entered Adams Manor." It's not someone's fault, nor is it someone's temporary solution. Yanhui continued: "You are worried that she will be wronged by me. This kind of thing will not happen." I will stand in the way of the Su family's affairs, outside affairs, and domestic matters. Whatever she wants to do, I will let her do it. " "She is not in good health, I will watch. "I won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do." "If she is wronged, it's my problem." When grandma heard this, she narrowed her eyes slightly: "That's your problem, what next?" " "Then you come to me. " This sentence came out too simply. Grandma stared at him for a while and suddenly smiled. "You are really not afraid of taking things into your own hands. "I should take care of her affairs." "You brought people to me, played cards all afternoon, and had a meal." It's time to tell me the truth now. "Grandma looked at her, her expression rarely serious, "Jinghao, do you believe him now? She was silent for a few seconds before speaking softly: "Letter." Grandma asked again: "Just a little, or a lot?" " Su Jinghao's ears gradually became warm. She originally wanted to be vague, but her grandmother was staring too closely, and the person opposite was also looking at her. After a while, she whispered: "There are quite a few. "This string of beads is not ordinary wood." It has a name, Ruomu. "Grandma continued: "Twenty years ago, I met Yanhui's mother at the port. At that time, she returned to China to find her roots and stayed there for seventeen days. He is young and has quite a bad temper. He looks cold but has a lot of things in his heart. When others talk to her, they first check to see if she is the mistress of the Adams family; when I talk to her, they first check to see what old materials she is holding. "When she said this, she laughed first. "Because of this, the two of us sat on the same tea table. "At that time, we saw each other almost every day." She brought an old piece of wood, which was very woody and had a clean aroma. I knew it was good stuff as soon as I saw it. Later, when we got to know each other better, she said that the material was called Ruomu, which she had collected many years ago, and she only had this piece in her hand. "Su Jinghao asked softly: "So you guys polished those two strings of beads together? " "Right. "Grandma nodded, "She does one string, and I do one string. She laughed while she was grinding it, saying that it would split into two pieces, which would be like leaving a certificate to identify someone in the future. "Grandma said, putting the bracelet in her palm and looking down for two seconds. "Before she left, she left a message. She said that if the two strings of beads can meet again in the future, it means that the fate is not broken. If you can protect that child, then protect it; if you can't protect it, don't force it on you with this old feeling. " Su Jinghao curled her fingertips slightly. Grandma raised her eyes and said calmly: "You know now, this matter has not been the Su family's ability from beginning to end. It has nothing to do with Su Jiancheng. The so-called old friendship between the Su family was just a passing thing. If we really wanted to talk about it, he hadn't even touched the threshold. " Su Jing was very quiet, and after a while she asked: "Then why didn't you tell me before? "Grandma looked at her and didn't rush to answer. She put the bracelet back into her hand first. "Do you want to ask why I didn't explain this matter clearly when I first went to Adams? " "Um. "Grandma leaned back and sighed, but she said it very bluntly. "Because I don't want to use the friendship from the previous generation to decide your fate for this life. "Su Jinghao looked up at her. "What she said back then was not a marriage certificate, nor was it an agreement that she must marry. To put it bluntly, it's just an entrustment. "Grandma said, "I took note of it, but I didn't intend to use this sentence to pressure you. "" What would you think if I laid out the old words about Zhuchuan, Ruomu and her in front of you from the beginning? "You will think that, like the Su family, I say I am doing it for you, but in fact I am still making decisions for you." " Su Jinghao's throat tightened slightly and she didn't speak. Grandma looked at her and softened her tone: "I didn't raise you to send you away. It's not just to get you a bunch of beads and tie you to someone's house. "Then why did you go abroad last month?" "Look at people." "Grandma answered quickly, "I'm going over there, first to watch the banquet. The second is to see what the situation is like in the Adams family. The third is to see if this string of beads can protect you over there. "Did I say something wrong?" "Grandma didn't accept it at all, "I saw how he coaxed people, how he gave up cards, and how he took care of you at the card table in the afternoon. I also saw the little actions you two made while standing outside just now. "..." "And the most important thing is." "Grandma looked at her and her tone was more serious than before, "When he saw this string of beads, he recognized you first, not this old thing. " Su Jinghao's eyelashes trembled. Grandma said slowly: "That's enough. "Jinghao, I can block you for a while, but I can't block you for a lifetime." But I have to see clearly for you which road is a trap and which road is not. " When she said this, she glanced at the door and suddenly smiled again. "Besides, if I had told all this from the beginning, with his temper, he would probably be able to surrender the beads on the spot, and by the way, he would also watch you more closely. " Su Jinghao couldn't hold back what she said, and the corners of her lips curved slightly: "He is also looking at her very closely now. "That's what he deserves." "Grandma raised her chin, "He married me back, why don't you just show it off? "Put it next to me." She said in a serious tone, "Being a very expensive backer." "Yanhui laughed softly: "Is this what you call a fox's pretense and a tiger's power? " "Almost. " "Then you, fox, are quite courageous. He reached out and took her hand into his palm, and said in a casual tone, "Okay, I'll support you." " Su Jinghao was held by him so that her fingertips curled up slightly, but her face remained steady: "Then thank you, Mr. Yan, for your cooperation. "I didn't tell you, don't settle the bill with me." Yan Hui pinched her fingers and said softly, "Put it another way." "Then what should I say?" "You think about it yourself." "After she finished speaking, her throat suddenly tightened and her breath stagnated. For a brief moment, others may not be able to see it, but Yan Hui noticed it almost immediately. She turned her head and glanced at Yan Hui. The look was very light and short. But the meaning was very clear: you heard it, it's your turn for this expensive backer to come forward. Yan Hui had not moved at first. When she caught her gaze, the first thing she looked at was not the contract, nor Su Jiancheng, but her face, which was obviously paler. The next second, he put his hand on her lower back, held her firmly through a thin layer of fabric, and pressed it gently with his thumb. "My face is pale, why are you talking nonsense to him?" "You'd better shut up." "Yan Hui interrupted him, his voice was not high, but it silenced the whole living room, "She's not feeling well, and I'm in a normal mood right now. "Su Jinghao leaned against the back of the sofa, her breathing was still light, and she didn't have the strength to fight with him: "It'll be fine in a while. "You say that every time." "But I didn't die every time." Yanhui looked up at her, his eyes a little cold: "I suggest you use this way of comforting less in the future." "You are more difficult to raise." He said very naturally, "Look at it more." "Su Jinghao's ears warmed for a moment, and she retorted in a low voice: "It's hard to raise me. "She was quiet for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Back from the banquet. " "Um. "Why are you always so nice to me." "Yan Hui looked down at her and didn't answer immediately. The wind blew in from outside the balcony and lifted a few strands of hair around her ears. He raised his hand and put it behind her ear, his fingertips brushed against her ear, and he slowed down. "Because you are my wife. "That's it?" "Also because," he looked at her and lowered his voice, "I can't bear to see you being wronged." " Su Jinghao's heart shrank slightly. She had been held very close by him, but when she raised her eyes, she could almost clearly see the deep look in his eyes. The night breeze was not urgent, and the air was quiet. Su Jinghao looked at him, her throat a little tight. She originally wanted to ask, have you even considered it in the future. But Yan Hui seemed to have understood what she was going to ask, and spoke first. "I'm not thinking about whether our marriage will change in the future. "I don't think you will give up everything in your hands for anyone like your mother did." "Of course," he said, his gray-blue eyes fell on her face, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, "From my personal point of view, I hope you put love first." " Su Jinghao's ears suddenly felt hot. She raised her eyes: "You really dare to say that. "Yan Hui's gaze lingered on that photo for a long time. Su Jinghao noticed it and turned her head to look at him: "What are you looking at. "Look at you." "Me in the photo?" "Look at them all." " This is so direct. Scroll back and you'll find a closer photo. One of her sitting on the porch of her old house wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with a book spread out on her knees; one of her standing under the osmanthus tree, holding a few freshly fallen osmanthus flowers in her hands; and another of her looking back by the river, her hair blown up by the wind, with the water, bridge, and white wall behind her. When she turned to the last picture, she suddenly stopped. In the photo, she is about 17 or 18 years old and has fully grown. She is wearing a modified cheongsam with a knitted shawl on the outside. She is standing by the stone railing by the river. She turned around and was photographed. She was not as good as she is now, and her eyebrows were a little green, which made her more attractive. The most important thing is that the background of the photo almost coincides with where they are sitting now. "Before I knew you here, I knew you first. "He leaned on the bench, passed his arms behind her, and slowly brought her closer, "I will like the place where you grew up. "The river breeze blew gently, and the branches beside the bench swayed. Su Jinghao looked down at the old photo, and after a while she whispered softly: "You are getting better and better at speaking now. "I learned it from you." "I didn't teach you this." "That's talent." "Su Jing couldn't hold back and smiled. "It means," he came closer and lowered his voice, "I saw you when I was a child, and you are next to me now. "Well, I am." "Yanhui helped her to the door of the old house, his hand still firmly clasped on her waist, "But if you want to hear it, I can give you a price. "So what is the price?" "She stood at the door of the old house, with her scarf still tucked under her chin, and said in a soft voice, "You can't make a quotation first and then not give details. Yanhui opened the door for her, put his palm on her lower back, and led her in: "You can make up for it later." " "You are too dark. "Capitalist." He answered calmly, looking down at her, "Didn't you personally authenticate it?" " Su Jing was blocked for a moment, and raised her eyes to glare at him. Her face was finally no longer so pale, but the ends of her eyes were red, which still easily made people think about things they shouldn't have. Yan Hui looked at her for two seconds, and gently rubbed the edge of her scarf with his fingertips: "Come in. It's windy outside. "You haven't said it yet." "Want to hear Suzhou dialect?" "Didn't you say you would charge a fee?" " "Um. "Yan Hui lowered his head, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, "Then I owe you first. " Su Jinghao was completely speechless. She turned around and walked in. After taking two steps, she still couldn't help but look back: "Mr. Yan, you are so unreasonable in business, why haven't you been put in a sack yet? "Yanhui closed the door. His dark gray long coat made his shoulders more straight, and his black turtleneck highlighted his sharp jawline. When his gray-blue eyes were pressed down, they looked cold and expensive. "There are many people who want to trick me. He raised his hand and put back a strand of hair that had spread to her ears, "But there is only one who can succeed for the time being." " "Who? " "You. Su Jinghao: "I'm not alone." Grandma is here, Aunt Gui is here, the doctor is here, and the security guard can also stay. He lowered his head and looked directly at her with his gray-blue eyes, "But I'm not here." Su Jinghao's ears warmed: "I'm talking about cooperation with you." "That doesn't sound like it to me." Yanhui looked at her and said in a steady tone, "It's more like you are finally willing to put me in your future." "If you want to make it, I will spread it outside for you." "If you want it to go into Gao Luxury, I will let it go in." "If you want both high and low roads, I will open up both roads for you." ""The rest, you just have to choose. "She stood in the old studio, behind her was the old desk that her grandmother had guarded for many years, and in front of her was the man in the phone who was dressed in cold and elegant clothes, and even sitting in the car looked like he was attending a cross-border M&A meeting. For a moment, she suddenly felt that this could really happen. "I don't treat everyone like this. "Yan Hui's voice was very low, "You are special. "As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could think about was the feast. When they first met, he sat on the main seat of the manor with a cold face, as if no one could get close to him; later, he stood behind her to protect her from the cold, his palms clasping her waist, and his breath made her feel hot; and later, in the study room of the old house, he thought about where the house belonged for her, and helped her The road was paved layer by layer; and just now, when he was staring at her collarbone seriously from half a world away, admitting that he was being a gangster, he didn't even move his eyebrows. She stared at the bed curtain in the darkness, stayed quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly said softly: "Feast back to Adams. "In the end, Yanhui didn't discuss cooperation with anyone at all. He bought upstream directly. Instead of locking up a batch of materials, he pinched the entire line into his own hands and put it neatly in front of Su Jinghao. "You, Mr. Yanhui..." She turned over two pages and finally looked up, "Have you always been so unreasonable? Chen Zhu smiled: "Sir, you will like the efficiency." "The next second, Yan Hui's tone dropped, as if she was the only one left on the screen. "Okay. He looked at her, "I said, if you want to pave the way, I will pave it for you." " "You don't need to look at other people's attentiveness, just look at me. "During the day, either she was looking at sample clothes, meeting the embroiderer, checking the schedule, or he was in meetings, mergers and acquisitions, flying back and forth. The two of them were very jet-lagged, but neither of them had lost contact. When she woke up in the morning, she would occasionally receive a question from him, "Have you taken your medicine?"; After a meeting late at night, he would also ask, "Did you eat on time today?" It wasn't a document bag or a courier box, it was just a very thin envelope. The paper quality was very good, the seal was neat, and there were no unnecessary tricks. Aunt Gui took a second look when she brought it in: "It's from abroad. "Su Jinghao just came back from the east wing. She was still wearing the moon-white turtleneck sweater and a light ash long cardigan on the outside. Her hair was tied loosely, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold wind outside. She took it and lowered her head to open it. As expected, there was nothing inside. There was only a piece of paper and a sentence. - Farewell to two places, the same wind and rain, I look at you in the bright moon. The signature is very simple. Yanhui Adams Su Jing lowered her eyes and read the words on the letter twice. She didn't know whether it was because the paper was too light or the words were too heavy. Someone hit her heart faster than her. It was not an accident, but a longing. "Ah, the sound will fade, the picture will be cut off, and the chat history will be cleared. Yan Hui looked at her, "But the paper is different." " "It's a little older, a little yellow, and the corners are a little worn, but you can still hold it in your hand. Su Jinghao's heart warmed slightly, and her eyelashes drooped: "Mr. Yan, you are getting better and better at speaking now." "No." Yan Hui looked at her, "I want you to remember it longer." Her ears gradually became warm, and she asked deliberately: "Then you wrote this kind of thing, do you intend to use it for inspection in the future?" "That's okay." He answered naturally, "When the paper turns yellow, I hope you are still there." " After saying this, Su Jing was quiet for two seconds. Then she raised her eyes: "You said it as if I could run away. Yanhui said quietly: "You'd better not." "What if I run away?" "Catch it back." " "You are really a capitalist. " "Um. He stared at her and lowered his tone, "And only for you." "Su Jinghao watched the screen dim and subconsciously thought it was time for him to rest. In the middle of the night, the plane landed in Suzhou. The wind on the tarmac was very cold, with the smell of metal and cold air mixed in winter nights. Yanhui walked down the gangway, wearing a long black coat, a dark shirt and trousers underneath. His long legs landed on the ground, his steps were steady, and his face was filled with a cold feeling that he had not suppressed after a whole flight. "Mr. Yan? How did you get to this point? "I came back temporarily." Yan Hui lowered his voice, "Is she asleep?" "Sleep." Aunt Gui also lowered her voice and said, "I went to bed early tonight and had a good dinner. I just didn't look good when I came back in the afternoon. I guess I was busy and tired these past few days." Yanhui's eyebrows darkened a little: "You stayed in the east wing for a long time again today?" "Aunt Gui: "Stayed for most of the day. Later, the old lady spoke and went back to the room to rest. Yan Hui said nothing more, only nodded: "I'll go see her." "She looked quieter when she was asleep than when she was awake. Her face was small, her lips were pale, and her eyes were not as alert as usual, leaving only a little bit of tiredness that could not be hidden. He could tell at a glance that she was still not feeling well. It was not as obvious as being sick, but because of exhaustion. Her face was thin, and her breathing was heavier than usual. She must have been trying to be brave and busy again. Yanhui lowered his head and touched the back of her hand lightly with his fingertips. It was cold. He pressed lightly between his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and went to bed, with a gentle movement, bringing with it the heat of the bath and a slight cold fragrance. The next second, he put his arm around her waist and placed his palm firmly on her lower abdomen. He pulled the quilt up with his other hand and covered her again. He lowered his eyes and covered her waist with his palm through a thin layer of nightgown. The waist under his palm was so thin that it could be covered with one hand. She is so tired, yet she still dares to say "It's okay" to him, "It's not the family that's raising her, it's me that's begging her to stay. "Su Jinghao said softly: "Isn't your meeting very important? "Not as important as you." "He sighed softly, leaned over and bit her smooth neck gently. He didn't hesitate to use any force, only leaving a light red tooth mark, which should be regarded as the punishment for her neglecting her body these days. "North America. "Su Jinghao turned around and looked at his face carefully, "When did you come back last night? " "After you fall asleep. " Before she could say another word, Yan Hui had already reached out and clasped her waist, and pressed her directly back onto the pillow. The quilt slid down a bit, and the cold air came up, and the next second it was covered by the heat on his body. Su Jinghao subconsciously held his shoulders, her eyes widened slightly: "Yan Hui..." "Yeah. "Yanhui propped himself above her, his eyes suppressed a little bit of the coldness because he had just woken up, but his voice was still low: "Don't rush to be happy first, settle the accounts first. Su Jinghao stood at the door and stared for a while, then turned her head and asked Chen Zhu: "Are you planning to move Wall Street into the old house?" " Chen Zhu adjusted his glasses and answered professionally: "To be precise, Mr. Chen is planning to temporarily shift the focus of his work in the next few days to Suzhou. "Su Jing said well: "Speak humanly. " "Sir, I don't trust you. He pressed his fingertips lightly on the tie fabric and raised his eyes to look at her: "The first couture piece you made by yourself?" "Su Jinghao nodded: "It's for you. "Then should I feel honored?" "You've been honored." She walked closer and took the tie out of the box, "Stand still." "Yan Hui was really obedient. He stood still and just looked down at her. There was a very fine embroidery hidden in the lining of the tie near the knot. It was not a very ostentatious pattern, just a Ruoki leaf pattern pressed out with dark silver thread. It was very shallow and could only be seen when it was opened. A little further in, there was a word "good" that was almost invisible. The stitching was so fine that it could only be recognized if you looked closely. Yanhui stared at the lining and said nothing for a long time. Su Jinghao whispered: "You can't see it normally, you can only see it when you untie it. "After he finished speaking, he held her hand that was still holding the tie, lowered his head and took another look at the extremely fine embroidery on the lining. "Only I can see this word "good"? " "Um. "Then I will look more carefully when I take off my tie from now on." " Yan Hui seemed to be in a good mood. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips: "You are responsible for being beautiful, and I am responsible for shutting them up. "She stood beside Yanhui, with a soft shawl and a cold side face. The string of Ruomu beads on her wrist pressed against her thin white wrist, and she stood there quietly. But everyone could see that the name on her body no longer belonged to the Su family. It was Adams. And it was written by Yanhui himself. "Now I feel that she will suffer a loss if she marries me. "He said. "There is a saying in China. "He said. "What. " "Fate. Yanhui looked calmly: "The people who should know her already know her." "The rest of the time is for my wife." " Old Adams lowered his head and took a sip of tea. This time he really laughed out loud. He regarded this sentence as another useless defense of the young family head. It's not about face, not about family reputation, not about the decency of the matron. It's about the husband's dereliction of duty. Just for Su Jing's good. Looking at the tall and straight figure, Old Adams said in a deep voice: "Do you like her so much? " Yanhui turned his face sideways, his outline still cold and sharp in the warm light of the greenhouse. "Yes. "Do you like it that much?" "There's a little more than meets the eye." "It's not because of the pain." "Just... I miss you a little." "If it's important." "You are more important." "Because it's too quiet when you're not around." " As soon as these words came out, Yan Hui's eyes visibly moved. After Su Jinghao finished speaking, she felt that she was a little too straight. Just as she was about to add something, the man had already put down the document and stood up, walking up to her. He leaned over, put his palms on her sides, and looked down at her: "Okay. " "Um. ""Whatever you want in the future, it's best to say this. "Mr. Yan." " Su Jinghao gently grabbed his tie, her ears burning, "You joined the company at the age of fifteen, and you will still be cheating at the age of thirty. Yanhui lowered his head, and the tip of his nose almost touched hers: "Yeah." Because if my wife compliments me, I will indeed be very happy. "I'm complimenting you." He lowered his head and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Thinner, more delicate, I'm used to it." "Don't use these words to coax me." Yan Hui pinched her chin with his fingertips and raised it slightly, "You are just disobedient and willful just because you like it." Su Jing didn't hide at all, just looked at him: "Then your boyfriend still doesn't care?" "Yanhui laughed lowly, and the vibration in her chest was directly transmitted to her arm. "No matter. Yan Hui lowered his head and pressed his thin lips directly against hers, "Just be willful and I will take care of you if anything happens." "Yanhui looked up at her. In his gray-blue eyes, there was no longer the cold-blooded killing in the shopping mall, nor the usual strong oppression, only affectionate and stubborn piety. "We got married before because of the orders of our elders. I didn't know how to love you at that time, I only knew how to fulfill my responsibilities with rules and interests. " Yanhui's voice was deep and hoarse, and every word was ringing: "Today, as Yanhui Adams, I am asking you to take over my life. " He held Su Jinghao's free hand and gently rubbed her cold white knuckles with his fingertips. "Hello Su Jinghao. Yanhui looked into her eyes and said, "Let me truly belong to you." "

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