Greedy pleasure

"What are you talking about?" Yan Xiaomi raised her head to look at Shu Chiye, and asked after a while, "Did someone tell you something?"

The defense and doubts in her eyes immediately made Shu Chiye's heart sink.

He pursed his thin lips, keeping his hand on her waist.

Such an intimate gesture is ridiculous compared to the emotion in her eyes.

"My business, I want to solve it myself." Realizing that she was a little emotional, Yan Xiaomi's tone softened a bit, and kissed him on the chin again, "My uncle doesn't even know about this."

Shu Chiye's heart was only a little bit more comfortable, and he didn't let go of Yan Zhibai's ignorance.

After all, in his opinion, he and Yan Xiaomi should have a closer relationship than Yan Zhibai.

She plunged into his arms, her long, fluffy hair tickling his chest.

"I'll take care of it, I'll tell you when it's time to tell you!" She whimpered and began to act like a baby again.

He just had nothing to do with her, and the displeasure in his heart didn't dissipate.

With a soft sigh in his heart, he stopped talking, took away the hand on her waist, and lay flat on his back.

She hugged him for a while, thinking he was asleep, and quietly shrank to the other side.

But before he could lie still, a strong forearm suddenly appeared around his waist, encircling her in his arms again.

"Don't test my stamina."

She froze, closed her eyes and said nothing, pretending she didn't hear.

Was she testing his stamina?She just didn't want them to clarify their feelings after hard work, because Qiao Zhi'an was affected in any way.

But Shu Chiye's hesitation between her and Qiao Zhi'an is the capital of Qiao Zhi'an's pride in front of her, and she can't afford to bet on it.

When she woke up early the next morning, Shu Chiye was no longer in bed.

The empty place beside him was slightly cool, obviously he had been walking for quite a while.

She got up and took a shower, and before she could do anything about it, she received a call from Tao Huabai, who had already gone downstairs to pick her up.

She quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs, and got into the car after a few steps out of the apartment building. Even such a seamless connection still made her shiver with cold.

Tao Huabai hurriedly asked the driver to turn up the heat to the highest level, and handed her a hot breakfast.

"I applied to the company for your annual leave yesterday, but Qiao Zhi'an directly rejected it, saying that the company is busy at the end of the year, so fuck it, I just don't want to let you go."

While cursing and swearing, she looked at Yan Xiaomi's face, "Xiao Mi, don't be angry, I'm looking for resources from Wencheng for you, and she can't say anything when going there under the pretext of work."

Yan Xiaomi drank the last sip of porridge and directly vetoed her words, "Where did you get the time to deal with these things at work?"

The end of the year is approaching, and the work received at this time is very busy, and I can't wait to press Yan Xiaomi 24 hours a day to start a live broadcast and bring goods.

Even if she went to Wencheng, where would she find time to deal with her personal affairs?

"Don't worry, leave the leave to me." Yan Xiaomi packed up the garbage and looked out of the car window with clear eyes.

The scenery that flew by reflected the morning sun, and it was full of vitality. Her thoughts that had been suppressed for several years surged in the past few days, and she finally found a little hope from Zuo Father.

What's a bit of a headache is that Shu Chiye's attitude was obviously bad last night. She went to ask Shu Chiye to ask for leave at the moment, which was obviously a shot in the face.

After much deliberation, she could only cut first and play later.

For two or three days, Yan Xiaomi didn't see Shu Chiye again.

Hearing from the people in the company that Shu has something to do these days, he went back to sit in town.

I didn't come to Yan Xiaomi's place again in the evening.

Yan Xiaomi hugged the cat to keep warm and slept for three nights. After arranging the work plan in advance, she flew to Wencheng early in the morning on the fourth day.

I couldn't love the sick leave directly requested by the company.

Before boarding the plane, she called Shu Chiye, but no one answered.

She could only send a text message instead, [I'm going to Wencheng. 】

Didn't say the reason, just shut down and board the plane after sending.

After landing in Wencheng a few hours later, when the phone was turned on again, it was found that Shu Chiye had made a call and returned a message.

[? ] A simple question mark.

She sent the excuse she had thought up in advance, [an old neighbor who had a good relationship with my parents before was seriously ill, come and have a look, and pay homage to my parents by the way, so I don't have to go there during the Spring Festival this year. 】

Shu Chiye didn't respond to any further messages, probably because he was busy.

Yan Xiaomi took a taxi back to her former home.

After Lao Guan passed away, the place was auctioned off by the court, and she borrowed money from Yan Zhibai to buy it back.

But since then, I haven't lived in it once, and I don't even have the courage to enter the house.

But now, it was Laoguan and the others that had to be dealt with, and she had to face the reality.

The fingerprint lock was dead, so she took out the spare key to open the door.

Familiar yet unfamiliar aura rushed towards him, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.

The white cloth covering the sofa and the cabinet has changed color.

She walked in step by step, and her memory came back bit by bit.

There was a picture of a family of three hanging in the living room. Her eyes were hot and her heart was wrenching.

With thousands of thoughts, I fetched a basin of water and cleaned up the room.

From dusk to late night, I restored every inch of the place to its original cleanness.

But those two people who were missing couldn't recover no matter what.

There is no ventilation for a long time, and there is a musty smell in the room. Although Wencheng's winter is not as cold as Shengjing's, the night wind is also very cool.

She opened the window in the middle of the night, and the room was a little cold. After finishing cleaning up, she wanted to drink some water, only to find that the water had been cut off for a long time.

It should be that she changed the water supply company, but she was refunded after paying online, and there was no response.

She could only lie on the sofa, wrapped in a very old but very clean blanket, looking at the family portrait hanging in the living room.

"The water supply company has changed, didn't you come to tell me in your dream? Look, I don't even have the ability to take care of myself without you."

After she went to Shengjing, Tao Huabai was also responsible for these trivial matters.

Now that she came back, she was full of grievances instantly after being hit by the water cut off.

Turning her cheeks sideways, the transparent liquid slid down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the pillow.

The temperature in the room was a little low, and she was shivering under a thin blanket.

Fragmentary dreams followed one after another, and after a while he dreamed that Lao Guan picked her up from school, bought her a lollipop and was scolded by Yan Zhiqing.

After a while, he dreamed that Lao Guan and Yan Zhiqing were taking her to the playground. She ran away and was finally found. Yan Zhibai was so angry and anxious that he couldn't help hitting her.

That was Yan Zhiqing's first time fighting with her. She hadn't cried yet, but Lao Guan was crying and protecting her like a tearful man...

The mess was interrupted by the hasty doorbell, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Realizing that I am in Wencheng, and no one has been to my house for five or six years, it is in the middle of the night——

She woke up instantly, sat up and stared at the door, "Who is there?"

"It's me." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

She lifted off the thin quilt, put on her shoes and quickly opened the door. Outside the door was a tall man standing there with a suitcase beside him, covered in dust and dust.