Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The car lights came on, Secretary Fei nodded to Wen Can through the car window, then quickly started the car and left Yushan University.

Wen Can watched him go away, his fingers entangled by someone.

"Can Tip finally take a break?"

Wen Can shook his head: "He is going to the bureau to follow up on the case and be my spokesperson."

"How much do you pay him a year for being on call all the time and working overtime every day?"

"The base salary is five million, and there is no upper limit." Wen Can turned to look at her. "He has already received a two million bonus for this year's trip to Nangang. With the next project, his annual salary is estimated to be tens of millions."

Ye Kong made a gesture to seal his mouth: "Just pretend I didn't ask."

Wen Can smiled.

Ye Kong glanced at him and pulled him into the coffee shop.

The lights were lit one by one, and the flowers in the room were sleeping peacefully in the night.

Wen Can was pulled all the way to the second floor, forced to sit on the sofa, and then had his shoulders held down to lean back.

"What?"

"Relax for you."

Like a busy squirrel, Ye Kong ran to the bathroom, washed a hot towel, and rubbed his face bit by bit, from the forehead to the eyes to the temples.

Although he had never done this kind of work before, because he was extremely careful and serious, and used just the right amount of strength, Wen Can's tense nerves were actually relaxed a little bit.

It's like taking a bath in warm water.

The surroundings were quiet, and the soft light from overhead cast a drowsy spell on my half-closed eyelids.

"Are you feeling better?" Ye Kong asked him.

Wen Can was drowsy, half-closed his eyes and raised his hand to grasp her fingertips. He wanted to use force but was too lazy to do so, and his voice was vague: "Your hands should be used for painting, not..."

The last few words weren’t even made clear.

Ye Kong didn't stop for a second, he just hummed and laughed, his voice was very soft: "Yeah, I thought my hands could only be used for painting, playing the piano and watering flowers. I never dreamed that one day my hands would be used to rub my lover's head."

"..."

What did she say?

Wen Can thought in a daze.

spouse?

Who?

me?

I am Ye Kong’s lover?

He took a long breath and felt more and more that he was dreaming.

The weight of many years was dissipating little by little with the two fingers gently rubbing and twisting on his temple. After being stuck in the mud for many years, it seemed that for the first time he felt the feeling of stepping on the ground - light and airy.

"How wonderful it is," Ye Kong was still talking - or more like whispering, the tiny and fragmented voice like a dream talk sprinkled on Wen Can's face, hair, and ears, rustling, light and fragmented, and with a comfortable temperature, "I can still use my hands to touch your skin and feel your heartbeat. This feeling is like really touching 'love' - oh, my fingers are melted by your temperature and are about to merge with your head. Is this the power of love?"

"..." Wen Can felt like laughing, so he actually raised the corners of his mouth a little.

The towel gradually became colder, so she changed it for a hot one.

The sound of footsteps on the carpet also seemed like a dream.

She went and returned to him.

He took off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.

After untying one, he felt his breathing become easier.

I unbuttoned two of them, and it felt pretty cool.

Unlock three or four...

-

Ye Kong's hand was caught.

She met the man's quietly opened black eyes, was silent for two seconds, and then smiled awkwardly.

Wen Can closed his eyes and laughed, "Pervert."

Ye Kong touched his nose and rubbed his neck obediently: "Your tendons are all stiff - haven't you had a good rest for too long?"

Wen Can hummed.

"See what I'm asking. You probably haven't had a good night's sleep in seven years."

"That's not the case either."

"Ok?"

Wen Can looked at the ceiling quietly: "Every time I'm downstairs from you, I sleep well."

"Then you can sleep well from now on."

Ye Kong leaned on his shoulder and got close to his face: "Let's go traveling when the dust settles. Find a place with a good view to sleep and make up for the sleep you didn't get for seven years."

"…That's a weird thing to say. Are you being lustful again?"

"I didn't!" Ye Kong cried out, "I'm not that kind of person! And you might as well blame yourself instead of me. You look so good in every way and it suits my taste. I haven't blamed you for seducing me! Tell me, are you always deliberately seducing me?"

"..."

Wen Can was silent for a while. Stared at by her serious eyes, he began to doubt himself and changed the subject vaguely: "Okay, stop tickling me. I'm almost going to get bald from you tickling me."

Ye Kong withdrew his hand in disappointment, and sure enough, he saw a red nail mark on Wen Can's collarbone.

She stood up to put the towel down.

When I came back, I leaned over to look at him and asked, "Are you feeling better now? Are you in good spirits?"

Wen Can stared into her eyes: "Master Ye's skills are amazing. I have recovered most of my energy."

"It seems I have some talent."

Ye Kong laughed and stood up again: "Now that your energy has been restored, just keep your eyes open and watch."

She left.

Wen Can watched her back disappear beyond the screen, then slowly propped himself up on the sofa and half sat up.

The sound of rolling wheels was heard.

When Wen Can raised his eyes, he first saw a corner of the canvas.

When the roller stopped, you could see a huge canvas.

Ye Kong pushed the easel back to him, turned around and smiled at him: "Although you have given yourself the biggest gift today, I think my gift is still necessary."

Wen Can was stunned, his eyes slightly widened, and with a nervous premonition that made his heart beat faster, he stared at the canvas.

The next moment, the canvas was uncovered by Ye Kong.

With a loud bang——

Like the waves lifting the snow-white skirt high.

He saw his mother beneath the waves.

Young, beautiful, with bright eyes and a bright future, she stands on a star ship that is about to set sail, waiting for the journey to begin at any time.

Such a familiar background.

It was her favorite scene in the Galaxy Flower, which she had almost read to pieces.

In his memory, Chi Wandao had hugged comic books and cried several times: "I really want to get into the book and feel it!!!"

And now, looking at this huge picture in which even the stardust in the distant sky is shining clearly, Wen Can suddenly had an illusion - Chi Wandao was not dead, she just traveled into her favorite story, became an adventurer in a fantasy world, became a ship in the galaxy, and a star that was always chasing that flower.

Her dream came true.

Wen Can stared at the painting in a daze, at the person in the painting whose eyelashes were clearly visible, and the sounds he heard in his ears became blurred.

"This is my first time drawing a real person. I spent a long time studying her photo before I started. I'm not sure how it will turn out. What do you think? Does it look like her? Does it look like the one in your memory?"

"..."

Wen Can seemed to have aphasia. He could not make any sound for a long time and could only hear his own labored breathing in vain.

There was a hand waving in front of him, and he grabbed it, held it tightly, and then held it to his chest.

He stood in front of the portrait with his eyes closed, trying hard to suppress his uncontrollable rapid breathing, like a devout believer about to cry.

"Thank you."

He pressed his hand against his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat, heavy and intense.

"Thank you."

He still had his eyes closed, his eyelids were red, but he didn't cry. His voice was hoarse, "I, I never thought that this day would come, neither for my mother nor for me."

He finally opened his eyes, looked directly at Ye Kong with those gentle but red eyes, and smiled: "I originally expected that the ending I would have was to perish together with Wen Rong. I originally thought that I must kill him, kill him with my own hands - I have thought about it hundreds and thousands of times in the past seven years..."

He bent his head and kissed her fingers, then the back of her hand: "If I hadn't met you, I would never be thankful for the fact that I'm still alive, and I would never imagine my future, let alone dare to think about it..."

He whispered, "I still have this thing called love."

"Ye Kong, Ye Kong..."

The sound of him calling her name was so soft and low, like a whisper, but it made Ye Kong feel very heavy and confused, as if he liked her so much that he didn't know what to do.

But when she looked at him, she just wanted to reach out and wipe the corners of his eyes - he was clearly not crying.

Ye Kong took a step forward and hugged the man again.

-

Until the phone rang and interrupted everything.