C57

At the peak of the hour.

Wen Yiyan carried a small cake box with a pink bow tied around it, which looked noble and exquisite on the outside.

His face was indifferent and his eyes were cold.

The place where the car had stopped wasn't close, and it would still take them five or six minutes to walk there. On the way, they met a three or four year old little girl with a white and tender face and two large eyes that were like marbles.

And now, the two ball balls were staring at the small cake box in Wen Yiyan's hand without blinking.

If one were to look carefully, one would be able to see traces of crystal clear moisture at the corner of the little girl's right mouth.

Wen Yiyan saw the little girl from afar. His expression changed slightly, and he suddenly thought of Fan Xing.

The man lifted the box in his hand and unconsciously softened his tone. "You want to eat it?"

"Oh ~ I don't want to!" Swallowing her saliva, the little girl shook her head with great difficulty, "Mom said that you can't eat anything from strangers, or else you won't be able to see Mom again."

The child spoke in a childish voice that was very comfortable to hear.

Wen Yiyan squatted down, and asked the little girl: "Why can't I see mother?"

"Because I'm too good-looking. After eating something that belongs to strangers, they will kidnap me and sell me. Mom said before that my appearance is worth selling at a very high price."

As she spoke, the little girl's gaze didn't shift from the cake box in the slightest as her mouth continued to chatter.

The man pursed his lips and a trace of an indescribable smile appeared in his eyes.

"Where's your mother?"

"Well, there it is." The meaty little hand pointed at the white car that was reversing.

"Uncle, you..." "Oh, this little cake, did you buy it for your wife to eat?" The little girl spoke in her childish voice, swallowing her saliva as she spoke.

Wen Yiyan tilted his head and looked at the little girl, "Eh?"

"My mom also likes to eat this. Every time Mom ignores this piece of dung, this dung will be bought and given to Mom. And every time, I'm not allowed to eat it." At the end, the little girl was a little angry. As expected, her parents were truly in love and she was an accident.

"You really want to eat it?"

The little girl first nodded her head, then she shook it. Finally, she stared at the cake box and swallowed her saliva and nodded.

The man couldn't help smiling, but he didn't smile much. He just handed the small cake box to the little girl and said, "Here you go."

The little girl's eyes instantly lit up a few degrees, and her right hand began to move.

"Pah!" With a sound, the little girl used her left hand to slap the little guy's right hand. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh was very clear and loud.

She shook her head and muttered to herself, "No, no, no, if I want it I'll be sold. If I'm sold, I won't be able to see my mother, I won't be able to go home if I can't see my mother, I won't be able to see Huang if I can't go home. No, no, no, I can't see Huang, wuu.

It's my mom's fault, why did you make her look so good?

Cake, cake, I really want to eat it, wuu.

Wen Yiyan's pupils constricted, feeling somewhat baffled: "Who is Little Yellow?"

"Little Yellow is Little Yellow, it likes to gnaw on bones, its entire body is yellow, and its tail is wagging nonstop." Little Yellow is Little Yellow, it loves to gnaw on bones, and its entire body is yellow, and its tail is wagging nonstop. The little girl chattered on and on, but her mother had already parked her car and was walking over.

"Xiao Yu, let's go." The little girl's mother held the little girl's hand and nodded towards Wen Yiyan with a smile. Her eyes were still alert, so she turned around and left.

The little girl turned her head and shouted at Wen Yiyan, "Uncle, when giving the cake to your wife, remember to say 'Wife, I love you'.

That mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she pinched the girl's cheeks and softly muttered something like who taught you these things.

Wen Yiyan chuckled, he stood up and walked towards the parking area.

When he returned home, Fan Xing had already washed up.

She was wearing her home's pajamas when she subconsciously looked at Wen Yiyan. She was a little surprised to see that he was still holding onto a small cake box.

"Hmm …" Wen Yiyan had never liked eating cakes.

And this was Christine's, her favorite.

After a moment, she walked back to the study room with an expressionless face.

What was he trying to do now?

She wiped her expression off and just as she sat down on the chair to open the hysteria case, Wen Yiyan followed suit in, still holding the cake box in his hand.

Fan Xing did not look up at him.

Wen Yiyan stared straight at her, and placed the cake on the table, "This is for you."

Fan Xing raised his gaze, looked at him, and retracted his gaze. Holding the patient up, he turned his body, and said: "No need, thank you."

His voice was low. "Tiramisu, don't you like it?"

This woman still wanted to be stubborn with him?

Fan Xing could not be considered to be a woman who liked to hold grudges.

Especially towards delicacies, there was absolutely no resistance at all.

If it was just for normal times, that would be fine. He had done many things that made her angry, but emotions like this … She still had to keep her bottom line, she thought.

However, she still couldn't help it. She secretly glanced at the cake beside her.

I can't, Fan Xing, oh Fan Xing, you have to have some backbone, isn't it just a small piece of dessert, I can't submit to you!

Fan Xing's face was still as expressionless as before, "I'm not hungry."

Wen Yiyan's pupils slightly contracted as the color in her eyes gradually grew darker.

After a long period of silence, Fan Xing curiously raised his head and looked at Wen Yiyan, only to see him taking the cake and throwing it into the trash can.

Fan Xing stood up abruptly: "You, what are you trying to do?"

This prodigal son, that was the Tiramisu!

The man glanced at her, "I don't eat sweet foods, so nobody eats them at home. What else can I do if not throw them away?"

Fan Xing looked at the cake, and then looked at Wen Yiyan, and made up his mind: "Throw it away."

Wen Yiyan, "..."

Just as he was about to throw the small cake, Fan Xing suddenly ran over to the man's side and snatched the box away. She glared at him, then thought that she was doing it in a cool manner as she turned around and walked into the living room.

Wen Yiyan raised her brows, and her thin lips curled up slightly.

He turned and followed her out.

The woman sat on the sofa and impatiently opened the box. She took a spoonful and put it in her mouth. It was soft and soft, sweet yet not greasy. It was still a familiar taste. How wonderful!

Fan Xing was very satisfied.

Wen Yiyan also sat down, but she did not move away, nor did she distance herself from him. Some of the cocoa powder was stuck to the corner of her mouth, and she licked it lightly, "Wu …" As soon as he finished licking them, he was immediately trapped by the two pieces of warm liquid.

Intense, forceful, and irrefutable, the man kissed her deeply.

Fan Xing was caught off guard as his black and white eyes widened.

The man pried open her lips and took over her city, not allowing her to flee back to her own territory.

Fan Xing's strength seemed to have been completely drained, his entire body felt soft, and his mind was like a firework blooming.

Wen Yiyan fiercely kissed her, wishing that he could massage her within his body.

This woman, this stupid woman …

When he picked her up at the hospital today and saw her chatting happily with other men, he almost ran over and pulled her into his arms, then announced to the world that —

This was his woman.

It was a woman that only belonged to him, Wen Yiyan.

But he couldn't, and she was angry with him.

The reason was just for a, once, inconsequentially, what he called his ex-girlfriend, a nominal girlfriend who he didn't have any physical contact with.

If it wasn't because of her, he wouldn't have to force himself to accept a woman he had no feelings for. Otherwise, he would have tried to forget her …

He was obsessed with her, but he could say nothing, as if she knew nothing.

Under Wen Yiyan's powerful assault, Fan Xing's lips felt a little numb, and a faint pain had finally pulled her consciousness back from the sky.

Returning to the cage, Fan Xing was enraged.

He didn't like her and gave her a kiss. Did he think she was so easy to coax?

You came back with a piece of cake, and you think she's pissed off?

Heh.

He wanted it so much!

"Ugh …" She bit his lips and the man released her in pain. The woman took the opportunity to push him away and sat on the sofa, feeling a little weak.

She took a deep breath. "You, what are you doing? Didn't you dislike me? Why do you kiss me if you don't like me? Or is it … In your opinion, kissing has nothing to do with love, or going to bed has nothing to do with love, or even marriage, does it? "

"I really don't understand. You did all sorts of things to me that were related to love, and yet you did not love me. What is this?

"I like you." The man suddenly spoke, his voice low and patient.

Fan Xing was startled, he could not react in time.

While she was in a daze, Wen Yiyan repeated every word once more, "I like you, Fan Xiaoxing."

The woman found it hard to believe and stammered, "B-but …"

She looked into Wen Yiyan's eyes and stammered for a long time before she managed to recover her thoughts, "But I have asked you many times before, you were always silent. Do you know what silence means?"

"I don't care what it means in other people's eyes, in any case, in my eyes, it means that you agree. You admit that you like that ex-girlfriend of yours, and you admit that you don't like me."

Otherwise, what kind of words could not be spoken openly, so why would they need to be so secretive?

Wen Yiyan leaned towards her, reached out his right hand and pinched her little face, pulling her up, "Silence is not a tacit agreement, I just do not know how to start."

"Oh, it hurts …" She stared at him, talking as she spoke.

Although she still looked like a tiny kitten with frying feathers, she had calmed down and had become much gentler.

"Do you think that everyone is like you, shameless and full of love and shame?" Wen Yiyan rubbed her face, his light voice becoming softer, "You have to remember this – I like you."

He said he liked her.

Fan Xing was a little confused.

This was his second time, and he seriously told her that he liked her.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and Spoon almost slipped out of her hands. She hurriedly put him away, unable to find her voice for a long time. "This … Are you serious? "