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She walked into the room and brought out a sealed box for Fan Xing to take home with her.

Fan Xing didn't know what was inside, but he didn't think much as he took it.

Wen Yiyan seemed to be a little anxious to leave, and spoke again: "Then we'll go back first."

As a result, everyone no longer urged them to stay.

Mrs. Wen warned him softly, "Be careful on the road."

Fan Xing smiled and nodded.

The couple held hands and went out.

He went straight to the parking lot, picked up his car and left.

Not long after they left the neighborhood, another car came in.

If Fan Xing was here, he would definitely know that it was Jiang Ke's car.

Only after the car drove out of the residential area did Wen Yiyan feel slightly more at ease, and his body was not as tense as it was just now.

Fan Xing looked at him.

They had known each other for so long, so how could she not notice that Wen Yiyan was in a bad mood?

However, she thought that it was because of his parents that he was in a bad mood.

He wanted to say something, to separate his thoughts.

The woman looked at the man driving the car, straightened her gaze, and said: "Do you still remember Uncle Jiang? I didn't expect him to be our neighbor, but I don't remember him at all. How old was I then? Five years old? Six years old? Weird, I don't remember a thing. "

Wen Yiyan's expression became all the more solemn as he silently looked forward and did not speak.

As Fan Xing said this, she did not notice the change in his expression and continued to speak excitedly.

"He also has a son. Mom said that her son often plays with us. Do you still remember him?"

The man still didn't speak, but a hint of panic flashed through his eyes.

At the intersection ahead, a red light flashed.

The car stopped and waited.

"How strange, we played together. Why do I only remember you and not have any impression of him?"

She was talking to herself, not caring if the man next to her answered or not.

In any case, his temper was already rather dull, and he didn't talk much. Now that he was in a bad mood, he spoke even less.

Fan Xing continued to talk to himself, "It's a pity that we left too quickly, otherwise, we could have met again when he came over to pick up the Uncle Jiang, and we could have gotten to know each other better."

When the man heard her say she wanted to get to know him again, a string snapped in his head, and his hand tightened around the steering wheel, white in the palm.

He turned and looked at her, his eyes fierce. "What are you trying to do with him, with all your curiosity?"

Fan Xing was shocked, and looked at him helplessly.

Wasn't this to divert his attention?

However, she noticed that he seemed to be even more angry …

Therefore, Fan Xing did not dare to speak carelessly again, and could only remain silent.

The red light stopped and the green light flashed.

Wen Yiyan retracted his gaze, and continued looking ahead, and started the car.

The quiet atmosphere in the carriage was extremely heavy, making Fan Xing feel extremely uncomfortable.

She restrained herself, but in the end, she could not.

Wanting to liven up the atmosphere.

He then ignored himself and began to hum the recent extremely popular song of drool.

"Two tigers, two tigers, two tigers, in love, in love. Both of them are males, and both of them are males. Truly abnormal, truly abnormal …"

She secretly rubbed her eyes and stole a glance at Wen Yiyan. Seeing that he was not smiling, she changed the song.

"I've finally made this decision. I don't care what others say. As long as you're cheating as well, I'll let you have my answer no matter what you want. I know it won't be easy …"

As long as you confirm it with a single glance, the answers will all be yours. We all need courage, and even cheating will be together, so I don't mind if they complain to you, but be careful when you pass the note to me. If you pass the note here, I'll copy down the answers, and as long as we're very careful, I believe we'll be able to hide it from our teacher.

Fan Xing hummed along the way, finally alleviating the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Although her husband still had that serious expression on his face, at least … She wasn't so depressed herself.

Humph.

That was also a success.

It was just that his mouth was a little dry from singing.

At that moment, the car drove into the parking lot of their residential complex.

As they walked home from the parking lot, they still didn't speak.

Fan Xing silently followed the man and sat on the elevator.

The reflection of the mirror in the elevator showed the two people's calm face, so the woman took the opportunity to look at the low pressure Wen Yiyan's face.

Ye Zichen gulped and felt a bit nervous.

Stepping out of the elevator, Fan Xing opened the door with the key in his hand.

The moment she opened the door, she was pushed in, and only heard a "bang" sound of the door closing. Before Fan Xing could react, his lips were covered by a man's force.

"Ugh …" The woman's eyes widened in surprise.

Wen Yiyan held her waist tightly with one hand and the back of her head with the other, firmly pressing her against the door, preventing her from escaping at all.

He kissed her hard, and when she felt breathless, he slowly breathed again.

Fan Xing felt that he was like a small boat in the ocean, drifting with the wind on the surging ocean surface, completely losing control of himself, and could capsize and drown at any time.

In this entire process, the only person she could rely on was this man in front of her.

He held her close, wishing he could rub her into his body, mix her flesh, so that no one could take her away from him.

The man kissed her deeply again and again until she was about to faint from lack of oxygen. Only then did he slowly loosen his grip, giving her a chance to breathe again.

Fan Xing laid on his chest weakly, gasping for air as her face flushed red.

Wen Yiyan caressed her face, his voice hoarse. "Fan Xiaoxing, do you love me?"

The woman froze for a moment, then looked up into his dark eyes and said softly, "Of course I love you."

His expression softened, but he still asked stubbornly, "Do you love the me of the past, or the me of the present?"

Fan Xing put his hands on his waist, his chin on her chest, raised his head and smiled: "As long as it's you, I love you."

The man lowered his head to look at her smiling face. Deep in his eyes was an emotion that she didn't understand.

He said in a low voice, "Then from today onwards, I'll forget about that Wen Yiyan from before. I'll only love the current me, hmm?"

Fan Xing felt that it was a little strange, and asked doubtfully: "Weren't the past and present you all you? Why did you forget about the past?"

Wen Yiyan didn't explain, he only looked at him calmly and said hoarsely, "Promise me, from now on, you will only love the current Wen Yiyan, hmm?"