C6

The bellows were very quiet, and in the midst of the silence, Pei Qingcheng's hair had already dried.

Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it.

She was two years late for the wedding night. She thought she would never have to face this day, but it still came.

Nightingale walked out of the room. When she came in ten minutes later, the gauze had already been changed.

What next?

She sat on the edge of the bed and heard the sound of rustling.

He raised his head and saw Nightingale changing her clothes with her back facing him.

The light shirt was off, showing the longitudinal lines of the muscles.

Some people said that the longitudinally distributed muscles were the most beautiful, but at this moment, Pei Qingcheng was not in the mood to admire his perfect figure. Instead, she saw the eye-catching flesh-red scar on his waist, which was like a rose quietly blooming at his waist.

This scar was personally made by Pei Qingcheng.

That year, when Yin Ha fell from the second floor, he was not the only one on the 26th floor, but also Ye Wen.

At that time, Pei Qingcheng had been kneeling beside Yin Ha, crying bitterly. She had been standing beside Yin Ha, not saying a word.

When he turned around, Pei Qingcheng picked up a steel bar from the ground and stuck it into his waist.

This poke almost killed Ye Wen.

Pei Qingcheng's actions were too ruthless, and the steel bars were full of rust as well.

Ye Wen had managed to survive on the operating table, but he had almost died from complications.

Pei Qingcheng was waiting quietly at home for Ye Wen to come kill her, but he had yet to do anything.

A year later, Pei's family suffered a series of financial turmoil and mismanagement, and Pei Qingcheng was married to Ye Wen under the arrangements of her family.

It wasn't until the day of the wedding that she realized she had been married to Nightingale.

She and Ye Wen had only met a few times in total.

But he was the person she hated the most in her life.

After Ye Wen had changed into his pajamas, he turned around, and only then did Pei Qingcheng jump out from her memories.

The muscular man's chest muscles appeared in front of Pei Qingcheng.

The male hormones and the natural coldness of Ye Wen were mixed together, contradictory and harmonious.

This kind of aura suppressed every single one of Pei Qingcheng's nerves.

Her fingers felt numb. What should she do next?

How to do what a wife should do?

She straightened up from the dressing table and approached him step by step.

Although she hated him to the bone, as long as she treated him as a merchant, she wouldn't feel so bad.

She walked up to the man and raised her head.

The night was long, 1.9 meters, always the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

She, Pei Qingcheng, was not short either. Although she was almost 1.7 meters tall, she could only raise her head and look at him.

In the media, someone had once described Ye Xiu's looks in this way.

It was said that one day, God was in a good mood. He had been rewarded with flowers, drank wine and ate delicious food.

In this moment of physical and mental pleasure, the creation of the tired.

After the creation was completed, he was also astounded.

He was like a famous sculptor who had created a peak that he would never be able to cross in his entire life.

Weariness was created at a certain moment by a certain creator.

Any change in one of these conditions would not result in a second fatigue.

In this world, there was only one weariness, and that was the ability to make countless women give birth, and countless women die.

Actually, Pei Qingcheng and Ye Wen were not that familiar with each other.

It's funny, isn't it? A couple that's been married for two years, their fiance's former best friend.

She wasn't familiar with him.

Should she be glad that she wasn't affected by that wretched man last night?

Instead, he used it to curry favor with the man in front of him?

She lowered her eyes in pain and moved her hand to the waistband of her robe.

In any case, her heart had already died. Her current body was simply a walking corpse.

She bit her lower lip and tugged at her belt.

The silk slipped off her shoulders like a blooming epiphyllum.

However, at the same time, Ye Ye's tired fingers timely pinched her falling clothes.

The moment he saw the girl's soft and fair skin, it was as if resplendent flowers were blooming in his heart. He really wanted to reach out and grab the girl in his arms.

But her quivering eyelashes, her pale lips, and her pale, trembling fingertips all showed that she was not willing.

He wanted everything about her.

But it couldn't be a compromise.

He also wouldn't allow Pei Qingcheng to shed tears because of him.

She could cry for someone else, but it couldn't be him who made her cry.

He then grabbed a soft blanket from the bed and wrapped her up completely.

"You're tired. If you don't like the people around you, I'll go sleep on the sofa."

Ye Wen's voice was gentle like a flowing river.

Everyone said that no one would ever be able to figure out what he was thinking.

However, in front of Pei Qingcheng, he had never been angered before.

This included the fact that Pei Qingcheng had stabbed him with a steel bar, and even the fact that she had slapped him so hard on the night of the wedding, as well as the fact that she had injured him with a pyramid this morning.

He was especially tolerant in front of her.

Pei Qingcheng felt that she had misheard. Could it be that Ye Wen had let her off so easily?

She was lifted up by the man and gently placed on the bed. Her movements were very gentle, as if she had become a baby.

"Go to sleep!" the man said.

Pei Qingcheng shrunk herself closer to the bed. How could she let a rich customer, who had spent so much money, sleep on a sofa?

This was a deal, and Nighteyes was her client.

How could she neglect a client?

She slept inside, her voice cold and businesslike.

"Since the bed is so big, I should at least give half of it to Chairman Ye."

With that, the girl closed her eyes.

She had meant to fulfill her duty tonight, and he could not blame her for not wanting it.

The bed beside her began to move. It was most likely Ye Xiu who was lying beside her.

She had never shared a bed with her beloved fiancé, YinHai. She never thought that this opportunity would give her the person she hated the most.

The lights dimmed to the best brightness for sleep.

Music began to play in the room.

She liked the song of an English poet whose lyrics changed.

The song sounded as though it was crying. It was translated into Chinese as follows:

Good night, my love.

Sleep or not.

I'm all around you.

Pei Qingcheng held the pyramid in her hands and placed it on her chest.

Whoever was sleeping next to me.

Yinha, my love.

I love you.

Pei Qingcheng muttered to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

The girl was fast asleep.

I heard that she had been sleepless for several days and the recipe for dinner was prepared by Ye Xiu himself.

Some foods can calm the mind and guarantee the quality of sleep.

For example, that black fish egg soup, the protein of the polymer will make people's mood calm.

For the second night in a row, he watched the girl sleep.

The happiest thing in the world.

Ye Wen rested his head on his hand and lay down beside the girl, staring at her.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, and her cheeks, smooth as marble, gradually regained their blood-colored lips.

However, there were teeth marks on his lower lip.

Her condition had not changed. Whenever she was nervous or at a loss, she would bite her lower lip.

Maybe the only thing Ye Ci could not stop was the fact that she had hurt herself!

It had been a long time since Pei Qingcheng had such a good night's sleep. Ever since her family had experienced so many incidents, she hadn't slept all the way until dawn.

The bed of Zhuang Shengxiao's dreams was the most comfortable in the world.

She rolled over as if into someone's arms.

She opened her eyes and bumped into a pair of eyes that were like the dark night.

It was Ye Xiu!

She abruptly stood up and realized that she had been curled up in his embrace all along.

As if it was scalding hot, Pei Qingcheng jumped up from the bed and dashed towards the cloakroom.

Her tired eyes burned her back.

Today, Zhuang Shengxiao's dream restaurant was exceptionally lively.

The kitchen had been busy since five o'clock.

Although Housekeeper Hu had told him what his wife liked to eat, it had to be done in a different way.

Thinking about how his wife would always eat breakfast at home in the morning, it was really stressful.

Isn't it painful and happy?

Song Jieyang came early in the morning to get some food.

He had long coveted Zhuang Shengxiao's dream chef, but he couldn't dig him out. Normally, he wouldn't even have the chance to eat, but today was different.

Ye Wen should be in a good mood. Yesterday, he supported Ye Wen spending such a large amount of money, so he couldn't be stingy today.

He met Nightingale at the foot of the stairs.

A pale gray checked shirt with a denim windbreaker.

A familiar looking man, casually standing on the curb, was like a lively and fragrant street slap.

Song Yeyang stared with wide eyes, was he seeing things?

Was he too greedy for the breakfast in his dreams? Was he a little disturbed by his thoughts?

Wearing clothes with a style of ten thousand years of black, actually chose a different color and style!

Wasn't the reputation of the number one handsome brother in Mo City enough? Did he still want to be the number one in the world?

Brother, can you keep a low profile?

Today, a strange expression appeared on his good brother's face.

There were dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept well last night.

However, his eyes were burning with passion and happiness?

Pleasure? He could even read the happiness in Ye Xiu's tired eyes?

Song Yeyang swallowed his saliva, "Hai."

"Why are you here?" Ye Wen's sleepy eyes swept over him and turned cold.

"I heard that sister-in-law has returned. She came to visit us today."

Song Yeyang was shameless. He was obviously more tired than Ye Ye Xiwen, but he pretended to be a little cute.

"She doesn't necessarily want you to visit."

Song Yeyang followed with a smile and sat down next to Ye Xiu, "It's just a house, it's bustling with people coming and going."

Ye looked at him and the chair under his butt with a tired expression, while Song Yeyang looked down in puzzlement.

The chair he was seated in was different from the others. It was lavender in color, and the back of the chair was very high, like the throne of a royal queen.

"What do you mean?"

"This is Madame's chair." Ding Han whispered in Song's ear, "Our wife likes to watch Disney's court cartoons."

Song Yeyang was very sensible and immediately stood up. He even stretched out his hand and patted the surface of the chair, "I will sit over there."

Song Yeyang's stomach growled in hunger, but there was no response from the kitchen.

He watched the news with his tablet computer, not in a hurry.

Song Yeyang was starving to death, he asked Ding Han in a low voice, "Why don't you start eating?"

"Waiting for Madam."

"And your wife?"

"Probably changing clothes, putting on makeup, or something."

Song Yeyang wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

A woman's makeup could be long or short. An hour was her foundation.

Just as he was wailing in his heart, the sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the restaurant.

Song Yeyang hurriedly looked up at the door.