Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

Song Yan walked slowly behind him. Neither of them spoke. This was the first time they met after they broke up, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Song Yan felt very uncomfortable in such an atmosphere, she chatted: "How are you doing recently?"

"It's not particularly good." Yan Zhihe's voice was calm, as if what he was talking about was not his own business, he continued without looking back: "The company may be going bankrupt."

"Ah? How come, isn't Zhihe's public relations reputation in the industry has always been good?" Song Yan said strangely, no wonder seeing Yan Zhihe's mental state is so bad, it turned out to be because of this.

Yan Zhihe didn't answer, but there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

They stopped in front of a door, and Song Yan took a look at the surrounding environment. It was an ordinary residential building with the door closed.

It doesn't look like a private restaurant!How can the door of the hotel be closed!

Song Yan finally noticed something was wrong, she looked at Yan Zhihe: "This is it? It doesn't look like it at all!"

Yan Zhihe didn't speak, but lowered his head and took out a key to open the door: "Come in and have a seat! This is my home!"

Song Yan frowned, and couldn't help but want to step back, no matter how slow she was, she understood Yan Zhihe's weirdness.

"Don't be afraid, it's not like you haven't been to my house before! Or, Miss Song doesn't like such a broken house?" Yan Zhihe suddenly turned his head and said something, with a somewhat stern smile on his face.

Song Yan turned her head and was about to run, but was grabbed by Yan Zhihe, who was on guard, and held her mouth, opened the door and walked in.

"Yan Zhihe, what are you doing?" Song Yan finally broke free from his restraints, and shouted angrily.

"What are you doing? I just want to catch up with Yanyan! Don't be afraid, come here, I'll cook something delicious for you!" Yan Zhihe put on his previous smile again, his hand was still tightly grasping Song Yan's arm, Semi-forcedly dragging her into the house.

Thinking of the mobile phone in her bag, Song Yan seemed to have a reassurance in her heart, and she persuaded in a good voice: "Zhihe, you hurt me!"

Yan Zhihe smiled kindly at her, except for the cold eyes, he still seemed very friendly.

"Sit down obediently! Otherwise, I don't mind finding a rope to help you!"

Song Yan nodded vigorously, walked to the sofa and sat down, looking around the environment.

The room is not messy, everything is neatly placed, the whole house is not too big, it looks a bit crowded.

Song Yan glanced vigilantly at Yan Zhihe who was going to the refrigerator to get something to drink, and stabilized her trembling hands from fear. She took a deep breath and was thinking of countermeasures.

"Yanyan, your favorite coffee." Yan Zhihe brought a cup of steaming coffee and sat opposite Song Yan.

"Thank you, what exactly do you want to do?" Song Yan couldn't help taking a step back with her feet under the coffee table.

Yan Zhihe looked into her eyes as if he didn't notice her fear and said softly: "Yanyan, are you still angry with me? I have no contact with that woman, can you come back to me?"

After Yan Zhihe looked at her affectionately and said this, he suddenly approached Song Yan: "It's all the fault of that woman Jiang Zhefan, who deliberately seduced me and let you misunderstand! Yanyan, please forgive me!"

Song Yan couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she leaned back to avoid his gaze: "I'm hungry." After speaking, her heart was beating fast for fear that Yan Zhihe would make any other moves.

"Yanyan hungry? I'm going to cook for you now! How about making your favorite pork ribs?" Yan Zhihe moved closer to Song Yan and kissed her on the head, then got up and walked towards the kitchen behind him go.

Song Yan endured the uncomfortable feeling in his head and let out a long breath, but Yan Zhihe stopped at the door: "Yanyan, you'd better be obedient!"

Finally seeing Yan Zhihe entered the kitchen, Song Yan quietly took out his mobile phone and carefully edited the text message.

As soon as he pressed a word, Yan Zhihe suddenly appeared and looked at Song Yan: "I almost forgot that I still have a mobile phone, you bad girl!"

Then, no matter how ugly Song Yan's face was, she threw her mobile phone into a bathtub next to the table, with a plop, as if the sound of water entering the mobile phone could still be heard.

"You!" Song Yan got up angrily and was about to scold, but after meeting Yan Zhihe's crazy eyes, he still didn't say anything, and sat down discouraged.

Yan Zhihe went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch again. Song Yan took a deep breath, stood up and listened to the noise in the kitchen, and slowly got up and moved towards the door. She felt that the time had passed very long , finally arrived at the gate.

Song Yan turned the doorknob lightly, expecting that the door would not open, and tried again unwillingly, but it still remained motionless.

The fear in Song Yan's heart became stronger and stronger, and there was only one thought left in her mind, it was over
He looked at the mobile phone in the fish tank unwillingly, hoping that Si Han could locate her before the mobile phone was destroyed.

Song Yan walked to the window dejectedly, seeing that there was a tight anti-theft net, she completely gave up the idea of ​​running away.

Yan Zhihe came with a mocking voice: "Yanyan, don't think about running out! For the sake of our love, as long as you behave well, I will let you have a good time. "

Song Yan's face was ugly, she kept scolding herself for being stupid in her heart, why was she not vigilant at all, obediently and Yan Zhihe got here and was locked up by him.

Moreover, he was in a hurry to go out today, and the anti-wolf spray that Ning Ning gave him was not installed, and he still didn't know what this lunatic was going to do.

While Song Yan was thinking wildly, Yan Zhihe had already prepared a few dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. After putting it on the table, he said to Song Yan, "Come and have a taste, my craftsmanship hasn't deteriorated, right?" ?”

Song Yan was distracted and sat down according to his orders, without any desire to eat. She was terrified, and didn't understand how the handsome man before became like this.

As if guessing what Song Yan was thinking, Yan Zhihe poured her wine and said, "Are you curious about how I became like this?"

"It's a long story. You don't know my background, do you?" Yan Zhihe said slowly, "When I was ten years old, both my parents died. Later, I grew up in my uncle's house. It sounds like that uncle is not a good thing. He took all the money left by my parents and the pension when they died, but only gave me to live in the attic and eat, that is, as long as I was full. Even so, I still I am grateful to them."

Yan Zhihe handed Song Yan a glass of wine, and continued to say: "Because only in this way, I feel that there are still people in this world who notice my existence. Later, when they grow up and start working, they look for me every day like Grandet. I want money."

"But it's nothing. I'm very capable. I started a company and made it bigger. I don't care about the little money I gave them. I just treat it as a beggar! Do you think I finally got rid of their family?" Yan Zhi He took a sip of the wine in the wine glass and motioned Song Yan to drink too.