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In the past, when he was busy, Mr. didn't mind sleeping in the office for days, but this week he's not busy at all! Why does he still want to sleep in the office? Could it be... he had a fight with his wife? "Mr..." Zhou Ping had just wanted to persuade him to go home, but before he could say more than two words, Yan Wen interrupted.
"You're so noisy. If you don't want to go home, then just keep working!" Yan Wen said impatiently.
"Well, sir, I'll head back first. You should rest early," Zhou Ping said, then closed the office door and left.
The office was quiet, with the sound of breathing clearly audible.
Yan Wen looked at his phone and there were no messages.
Disappointed, he felt a sense of quiet disappointment.
He hadn't been home for so many days. Didn't that woman know to call and ask about him? Even Zhou Ping knew to care about him!
Is it that she simply doesn't care?
Yan Wen is very unhappy. When has he ever been treated like this?
This ungrateful woman completely disregards her husband, doesn't she?
At this moment, the phone on the table buzzed a few times. Yan Wen immediately picked it up and saw that the incoming call was from an unfamiliar number. After thinking for two seconds, Yan Wen slid to answer. On the other end of the line, a woman's voice, with a hint of probing, was clear and lively, "Yan Wen?"
Oh, woman, you can't help but call me, can you!
Yan Wen smiled slightly, but responded coldly, "What's up?"
"It's nothing, just asking if you're coming back tonight. I made some soup, do you want to drink it?"
Make soup?
Yan Wen My mind is blank. Is she trying to please him?
Should I agree?
Can she just go home so easily? Is she too proud? Does she think he's easy to please?
"I'm very busy." Yan Wen was ready to show his pride, otherwise it would be a bit unfair to the image he had built up over the years.
"Oh... that's a shame!" Yang Jiaojiao sounded a little disappointed.
"Okay."
"Well, you're busy, let's talk next time!"
What?
Did this woman just give up like that?
Not even a few words of persuasion?
That's really insincere!
"Wait a minute..." Yan Wen found herself speaking involuntarily and immediately regretted it. She had just said she would be aloof to the end! How come he gave in after just a few words! "What's wrong?"
"What soup did you make?" Yan Wen tried to sound indifferent.
"Danggui chicken soup," Yang Jiaojiao said enthusiastically, "I simmered it over low heat for four hours, it's so fragrant!"
Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
Yan Wen licked his lips. On the phone, Yang Jiaojiao didn't get a response, so she asked tentatively, "Yan Wen, when will you be done with work?" Yan Wen replied as he walked down the steps, "It will be a while longer!"
"Will you come back after you're done with your busy schedule?"
"It depends on my mood!" Even though Yan Wen had already decided to go back, she couldn't help but act a bit spoiled.
Upon receiving the answer, Yang Jiaojiao was very happy, "Oh, okay! Then I'll wait for you to come back!"
After saying that, Yang Jiaojiao hung up the phone. Yan Wen looked at the disconnected phone, feeling a bit at a loss. The words "I'll wait for you to come back" echoed and repeated in his mind like a spell.
This is the first time in thirty years that someone has told him, "I will wait for you to come back."
Since inheriting the family business at eighteen, he has been alone, with busy work filling his twelve years. Not a single day was spent relaxing. Occasionally, when he returned to the old house, it was just to talk with his grandmother; as for eating and drinking, he never put much thought into it.
Money can buy many things, but some things cannot be purchased no matter what. For example, someone who sincerely prepares a meal for you.
He had never thought about this before.
Yan Wen sat in the chair, stunned for about ten minutes.
Then he closed the computer, opened the call records, and saved the unfamiliar number as "Wildcat."
Later, he took the car keys, quickly went downstairs, and returned home.
In just half an hour, he was back at the villa.
He had never been so eager to fly back home, all because someone said, "I'll be waiting for you to come back."
After parking the car, Yan Wen slowed down and entered the gate with an expressionless face, as cold as ever. He would not allow himself to show any eagerness. Since the age of twelve, his grandfather had taught him to remain calm and steady at all times, to be as stable as Mount Tai, to keep his emotions in check, and not to let anyone easily guess his thoughts.
As soon as Yan Wen entered, he smelled a fragrance and followed it to find Yang Jiaojiao dozing off in the kitchen. The pot on the stove was bubbling.
Yang Jiaojiao was sitting on a chair, leaning against the operating table, and had already fallen asleep...
It was the end of February, and she was wearing a fluffy strawberry pajama, her long hair tied up in a bun on top of her head, revealing a clean and delicate face with long eyelashes curled quietly, occasionally trembling, lively and lovely.
She was asleep.
Wait for him, wait until falling asleep.
The worldly atmosphere, waiting for the return of the beautiful lady.
Yan Wen feels that life is not quite the same as before.
Deep down, there is a warmth that cannot be expressed.
"Mmm... Yan Wen..." The person in their sleep menacing murmured, calling out his name.
Yan Wen was taken aback. What did she dream about? Was he in her dream?
Yan Wen quietly approached her side, her clear and tender face untouched by makeup, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen. Her rosy lips were plump and elastic, tempting people to pick them... Unconsciously, Yan Wen lowered his head and leaned in. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the person in front of him menacing blinked, causing Yan Wen to quickly straighten up, averted his eyes, and pretended to cough a few times.
Yang Jiaojiao hazily opened her eyes and quickly stood up, saying, "Yan Wen, you're back!" However, she stood up too fast and accidentally bumped into the kitchen knife on the counter. Just as the knife was about to fall onto Yang Jiaojiao's foot, Yan Wen acted swiftly, grabbing Yang Jiaojiao's arm and pulling her back into his embrace. "Be careful!" Yan Wen's voice sliced through Yang Jiaojiao's ears like a gust of wind.
Yang Jiaojiao was menacing pulled away by him, feeling unsteady on her feet. In a moment of urgency, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Yan Wen's neck, pressing her whole body against him.
With a "clang," the kitchen knife fell onto the tiled floor, its blade reflecting a bright silver light.
Yang Jiaojiao glanced at the knife, still shaken. Oh my goodness, if it weren't for Yan Wen holding her just now, that knife would have fallen on her foot!
"Yan Wen, thank you..." Yang Jiaojiao turned around to thank him, but as soon as she turned her face, her soft lips lightly brushed against his chin. Her watery big eyes met Yan Wen's deep, dark eyes. His eyes seemed to contain a deep pool, one that could drown a person! The words "thank you" got stuck in her throat. Yang Jiaojiao was short, and at this moment, she was embracing Yan Wen's neck, unconsciously tiptoeing, in an ambiguous posture.
The air froze like this.
The sand pot on the stove gurgled, singing a song uninterestingly.
And her light "kiss," like a feather, softly slid over Yan Wen's chin, making him feel relaxed and happy.
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