Warm marriage, my domineering president

467, Yuyan Story 78 Wen Yan and Bai Youting left the hotel, and after getting in the car, Bai Youting looked at Wen Yan who lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking: "If Mr. Rong's existence bothers you, then do you want to go back to City A tomorrow?" ?”

Bai Youting comforted her very considerately, "Actually, you don't have to force it. If Mr. Rong has any objections, I can tell Mr. Rong."

"It really doesn't matter."

The previous she really wanted to avoid, worried that Rong Yuqi would see Yanyan.

But now, she felt relieved.

and……

She felt that they would meet more and more in the future.

Rather than being awkward and nervous every time we meet in the future, it's better to let things take their course now.

Perhaps, after the two of them meet more times in the future, everyone will look down on the past and slowly feel relieved.

Therefore, it is not good to deliberately avoid it.

Now that Wen Yan has said so, Bai Youting can't force her to go back, after all, it was agreed before that she will not be able to go back to City A until the day after tomorrow.

That night, Wen Yan's mind was in a mess, and he thought about a lot of messy things, but he couldn't come up with a reason, and he fell asleep after lying on the bed for a long time.

Wen Yan didn't have any arrangements for the next day, she could go wherever she wanted, so she decided to sleep until noon the next day before getting up in bed.

It's just that early the next morning, she heard the phone ringing on the bedside table in a daze.

Before she opened her eyes, she picked up the phone, and said in a sleepy voice, "Hello?"

"Warm words?"

A man's low, magnetic and charming voice came from the phone.

This man's voice was a little familiar, but to Wen Yan, it also seemed a little strange.

Wen Yan's drowsiness suddenly subsided by three points, he opened his eyes to see the incoming call, and then froze.

Capacity Qi.

Rong Yuqi's number hasn't changed over the years.

So Wen Yan got Rong Yuqi's business card when Rong Yuqi was cooperating with Bai Youting, and when she saw the phone number on it, she knew it.

and……

Although more than four years have passed, she has not kept his number, but memory is really amazing. After so many years, she still has his number by heart.

"Wake you up?"

The other side spoke again, pulling back the thoughts of Wen Yan, "You are..."

This is not Rong Yuqi's voice.

Wen Yan suddenly understood, "Occupy Jingcheng?!"

A laughing voice came from over there, "It's really rare that Miss Wen can recognize my voice. After all, we should not meet more than three times."

Wen Yan is now fully awake, and sat up, "Mr. Zhan?"

Wen Yan felt that Zhan Jingcheng couldn't just be calling to chat with her.

Just like what Zhan Jingcheng said, they haven't met a few times, they are not even friends, and he is not a playboy like Rong Yuqi, he likes as long as they are beautiful women.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to call her when nothing happens.

Zhan Jingcheng smiled, and his tone was so relaxed as if he suddenly remembered the purpose of his call, "It may be that we came back too late last night, Yu Qi caught a cold, and now he has a fever, and the fever has not subsided , Miss Wen, would you like to take a look?"

Wen Yan squeezed the quilt tightly in his hands for no reason, and said coldly: "Mr. Rong has a cold and a fever, shouldn't Mr. Zhan go to the doctor? What should I do to find me?"

"Miss Wen's words are wrong."

Ran's voice over there was hearty and pleasant, as clean as his perfect face without a single blemish, "Hasn't Miss Wen been by Yu Qi's side for a long time? I think you know better than his mother how to take care of Yu Qi when he has a fever." Well, so please, Miss Wen."

During the contract period with Rong Yuqi, Wen Yan did take care of Rong Yuqi several times.

Naturally, she also knew how to take care of him would be more comfortable for Rong Yuqi, but...

"Mr. Zhan, I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor—"

Zhan Jingcheng smiled, and his tone was as relaxed and natural as usual, and interrupted her, "Miss Wen, Yanyan should be waiting for you at home."

"Snapped!"

Wen Yan's face suddenly turned pale, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, his face was full of astonishment.

The heartbeat, at that moment, was about to separate from the flesh and blood, and jumped out of the chest!

There is carpet on the floor, and the phone seems to be fine.

The screen of the mobile phone on the ground was still on, showing that it was in a call.

She bit her lip, picked up her mobile phone, and a familiar voice came from her ear again, "Miss Wen, are you still there?"

Wen Yan's throat was bitter, "How did you know?! Yu Qi—"

"He probably doesn't know yet, otherwise... You apologized to him yesterday and he has no reason not to forgive you."

Wen Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking of what Zhan Jingcheng said just now, her heart tensed up quickly again.

"Mr. Zhan, what do you want?"

"How did you take care of Yu Qi when he was sick? Just come and take care of him. I can assure you that I will never tell Yu Qi. Miss Wen, what do you think?"

"Okay, I promise you, and I hope that Mr. Zhan will keep his word."

"Looking forward to Miss Wen's arrival, hurry up, if you burn out your brain, you will be in trouble."

After Zhan Jingcheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

As for Wen Yan, after she hung up the phone, her palms were cold.

After washing up quickly, she went to Rong Yuqi's place without eating breakfast.

Wen Yan thought that Rong Yuqi lived in the same hotel as her and Bai Youting, but after arriving, Wen Yan found out that Rong Yuqi lived in a three-story villa.

However, after she entered, she found that the villa was very deserted, without even a servant.

"Miss Wen moves very quickly."

As soon as she entered the door, Zhan Jingcheng came downstairs in a doctor's casual clothes.

Wen Yan squeezed her bag, and after a pause, she said, "Where are the others?"

Zhan Jingcheng sat down on the sofa comfortably and leisurely, as if not worried about Rong Yuqi at all, "Upstairs."

Wen Yan went upstairs, and when he went upstairs, he heard Zhan Jingcheng say, "Just now I have asked someone to buy ingredients and come back, please do whatever you want."

Wen Yan didn't hum, just as Zhan Jingcheng said, opened the door and went into the room where Rong Yuqi lived.

As for Rong Yuqi, he was lying on the bed and hadn't woken up yet.

A wet towel was placed on his forehead, and his face was pale and haggard, as if he was seriously ill.

Wen Yan couldn't help speeding up his steps when he entered the door. Sitting on the bed, he reached out to touch his face and the back of his neck. After picking up the wet towel, she realized that the towel was terribly hot.

Wen Yan hurriedly changed Rong Yuqi with a wet towel.

Her movements were very soft, maybe there was no sound, or maybe Rong Yuqi was in a deep sleep, so he never woke up.

After Wen Yan changed the towel for him, he quickly walked out of the room to look for Zhan Jingcheng.

Because the stairs in this villa are revolving, she has to go downstairs to see Zhanjing City.

And when she went downstairs, Zhan Jingcheng was eating fruit and watching TV with high interest and relish.

He didn't know if it was because of her coming or what, but he wasn't worried about Rong Yuqi who was still lying on the bed.

"Mr. Zhan, why didn't you call him a doctor when he burned like this? What's the doctor's number? I—"

Zhan Jingcheng turned his head and said with a smile: "Yes, it should be soon..."

Glancing at the door from the corner of the eye, he said, "Here, we're here."

Wen Yan: "..."

Afterwards, Zhan Jingcheng ignored everything even more and continued to watch his TV.

Wen Yan took the doctor upstairs to see Rong Yuqi.

The doctor saw Rong Yuqi, prescribed medicines, hung up the water, said something, and left.

The doctor came to see Rong Yuqi, and Rong Yuqi didn't burn so badly anymore, Wen Yan stood by the window, glanced at Rong Yuqi who was still pale, and didn't move or leave for a long time, his eyes were complicated, I don't know what I'm thinking.

After a while, she sat down on the bed beside Rong Yuqi, her gaze still resting on his pretty face.

This is the advantage of being good-looking, even if he is so haggard lying on the bed, he is still so good-looking.

What's more, the sleeping man is a little different from the usual unrestrained and always laughing at Mimi. At this moment, he looks pure and shy like a shy young man who hasn't had much experience in the world...

Just as Wen Yan's hand was about to touch his pale lips, suddenly, a laughing voice came in.

"Miss Wen, do you love him so much?"

Wen Yan turned around, and saw Zhan Jingcheng leaning against the door, staring at her with a smile, his eyes meaningless.

"I do not have."

Wen Yan took a step back, stood up, looked away, picked up his bag, "Since he's fine, can I go first?"

Zhan Jingcheng nodded his pretty chin pretending to think, "I'm sorry, it seems... that's not possible, Yu Qi's fever hasn't completely subsided yet."

Wen Yan's face darkened, "Then what do you want?"

"One morning, we didn't eat anything. Why don't you make us something to eat? It doesn't matter what I eat. The patient is a big one. You just need to think about the patient and you'll be fine."

Hearing the words gently, she seemed to think of something, but she hesitated to speak.

It's just that the room is not suitable for talking, so she walked out of the room, and after closing the door in Zhanjingcheng, she asked, "You can threaten me once about Yanyan, and you can threaten me a second time, right?"

"Miss Wen just thought of this now? Then how worried were you about Yu Qi just now? Well, you said that if I told Yu Qi about this, he would be very happy. "

"I do not have."

Zhan Jingcheng just laughed.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, swallowed his saliva, "I'll go down and make porridge."

Zhan Jingcheng was silent and watched her leave.

Wen Yan went to the kitchen, washing rice to make porridge, chopping ginger and meat, busy with other things, while Zhan Jingcheng still watched his TV.

Millet porridge should be boiled slowly over low heat for better taste and thicker aroma.

The porridge was almost done, and Wen Yan was about to put the meat in when he heard conversations coming from outside.

"Snapped!"

As soon as he lifted the lid of the casserole, his thoughts jumped and he fell back again.

Outside, Qi just woke up, his face was still ugly, he had just said a few words to Zhan Jingcheng, when he heard a sound from the kitchen, he frowned.

Zhan Jingcheng smiled, "Why don't you go in and take a look inside?"

Illness is like spinning, Rulan usually has such a strong capacity and good physical fitness, but after being sick, he is so tired that he doesn't want to move, so he leans on the sofa and doesn't move, wrapping himself in a wool blanket and continuing to sleep.

However, Zhan Jingcheng glanced at the kitchen and shouted: Miss Wen, what happened?Do you need help?

Hearing Miss Wen's words, Rong Yu Qi Gang suddenly opened his closed eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, but although he looked tired, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

His expression moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The eyes are also quite complicated.

After he moved his dry lips, as soon as Zhan Jingcheng's words fell, he got up uncontrollably, threw aside the woolen blanket he was wearing, and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhan Jingcheng pursed his lips, "Pretend!"

Rong Yuqi naturally heard it, but at this moment he pretended not to hear it, and his mind was not on Zhan Jingcheng at all, he ignored Zhan Jingcheng, walked step by step, and walked firmly to the kitchen.

The closer you are to the kitchen, the stronger the ginger taste.

When there was still about two meters away from the kitchen door, the image of Wen Yan lowering his head and cutting green onions caught his eyelids.

Wen Yan is from the south and is afraid of the cold.

However, the room was away from the heating, so Wen Yan took off the down jacket, and wore a knee-length red woolen dress, which accentuated her figure even more.

Wen Yan has always been a conservative person.

She doesn't dress too maturely or revealingly, or too stylishly.

It's just that she has a good figure and good taste, and the clothes she chooses for herself are all suitable for her.

Therefore, when she is not wearing a professional suit at home, she will give people a soft, quiet, indifferent and elegant feeling. Compared with her at work, she will be a little less indifferent in front of others.

These are unknown to those who have not seen her usual home attire.

At this moment, when Wen Yan was standing in the kitchen cooking, Rong Yuqi felt as if he was in more than four years ago, their contract had not yet expired, and she was still preparing dinner for him in their house.

For more than four years, Wen Yan seems to have remained unchanged...

Therefore, when Rong Yuqi saw this, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, instead of continuing to move forward, he just stood there and looked at her quietly.

"Dud duk—bang—"

Suddenly, Wen Yan seemed to be taken aback, let go of the knife in his hand, and squeezed his hand, as if he had cut it.

"Did you hurt your hand?"

Rong Yuqi quickly regained his senses, as if it was more than four years ago, he pulled her into his arms from behind her, and held her little hand.

"Let me see."

It may be that he has a cold, and his voice is a bit hoarse and lazy.

The warmth coming from behind made Wen Yan stunned for a moment, turned his head back, and his cheek touched Rong Yuqi's soft thin lips...

A blush suddenly spread only between her forehead...

His eyes touched his complicated eyes, which seemed to be somewhat worried. Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly pushed him away, took a step sideways, and opened the distance between the two of them.

When Rong Yuqi picked up Wen Yan's hand just now, he found that Wen Yan was not injured. Seeing Wen Yan back away, he seemed to wake up and remembered that this was not four years ago...

The emotion that was jumping in his eyes fell silent instantly, "Why did you come here?"

When Wen Yan was thinking about what to say, the porridge was almost ready, so she didn't answer, and asked him, "Do you want to put chopped green onion?"

"What do you say?"

Although Rong Yuqi's eyes became silent, they stared at her without blinking, and did not move away from her for a moment.

Rong Yuqi doesn't like to eat green onions, so Wen Yan didn't cut too much, but now that he has a cold and fever, it would be better to eat some, so Wen Yan put it down, "You have a cold now, it would be better to eat some of this , will get better sooner."

However, Rong Yuqi didn't like it, so she didn't let it go any further.

Rong Yuqi's expression was not very good-looking at first, but when Wen Yan said that, he stopped humming.

Wen Yan stirred the porridge in the casserole, turned around and saw Rong Yuqi, she paused, "You... finished hanging the water?"

It's less than two hours now.

Rong Yuqi was silent, "Why did you come here?"

Wen Yan didn't answer.

When Rong Yuqi wanted to ask the truth, Zhan Jingcheng also walked over from the hall

"It's ready, I'm so hungry. But why is the ginger smell so strong?"

Wen Yan said nothing, took off his apron, and walked out of the kitchen holding the casserole containing the porridge with a strong aroma.

Zhan Jingcheng glanced at Rong Yuqi whose eyes seemed to be glued to Wen Yan's body, went into the kitchen and brought out three bowls, and then ignored Rong Yuqi.

Rong Yuqi didn't follow them until they were far away.

After Wen Yan put down the casserole, he glanced at Zhan Jingcheng lightly, "I still have something to do, I'll go back first."

Zhan Jingcheng paused, "Why don't you go back after eating together?"

Saying that, he glanced at Rong Yuqi who came out after him.

Rong Yuqi pursed his thin lips.

"No."

As Wen Yan spoke, he looked around, "Where's my bag?"

She obviously put it on the sofa.

Zhan Jingcheng removed the pillow from the sofa, and Wen Yan's bag was hidden underneath.

That was what he hid when he saw Rong Yuqi going downstairs.

As soon as Wen Yan picked up his bag, Rong Yuqi said, "Go back after eating."

Wen Yan glanced at Zhan Jingcheng nonchalantly, Zhan Jingcheng was already eating with a spoon in his hand, he bit the spoon with a smile, and responded.

Wen Yan stayed.

Although Zhan Jingcheng is the heir to the richest man in the imperial city, he has no rules when it comes to eating and doing things. After serving a bowl of porridge, he went to watch TV.

So only Wen Yan and Rong Yuqi were left on the table.

Rong Yuqi sat on the chair, motionless, so Wen Yan had no choice but to hand the bowl of porridge he had prepared to him.

Rong Yuqi's eyebrows moved, but Wen Yan put a lot of ginger in the porridge, and the taste was a bit pungent, but Rong Yuqi still didn't say anything, and ate obediently, but he had a cold and no appetite for meat, So when he was eating, he moved his position and put the small pieces of meat that Wen Yan had carefully chopped into Wen Yan's bowl, "I won't eat it."

His move was very natural and smooth.

Because in the past, Rong Yuqi would come to Wen Yan whenever he had a cold and a fever. When Wen Yan cooked porridge for him, he picked out meat for Wen Yan in the same way.

Wen Yan glanced at her, her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she didn't speak.

Rong Yuqi ate and ate, and his mood seemed to get better. After drinking the porridge, his body quickly warmed up, and he felt much more comfortable.

However, after Wen Yan finished eating a bowl, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I'm leaving first, you eat slowly."

The faint smile on Rong Yuqi's lips disappeared in an instant, he put the bowl away, and stopped eating.

However, he didn't hold back.

However, his eyes kept on Wen Yan's body, until she disappeared at the door, he turned his head and asked Zhan Jingcheng, "Why did she come here?"

Zhan Jingcheng raised his eyebrows, "It's not that I told you that you were sick and no one would take care of you. She was worried about you and came here naturally."

Rong Yuqi paused, looked away, picked up the spoon again, "Really?"