Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

It was still raining at night.

Ye Liang in the bedroom was ready to go back to bed, but she always felt that there was something wrong.

Just then, the vibrating sound of her mobile phone on the other side of the bed rang.

Taking advantage of the trend, she walked over and looked at the phone number. She saved it as 'Special Assistant Sheng'. After hesitating for a while, she still answered it.

"Special Assistant Sheng?"

"Ma'am, I see the lights in your room are on?" Sheng Qiu said.

Ye Liang froze for a moment, then turned to look at the window, "Are you in Xingchen Bay?"

Sheng Qiu continued embarrassedly: "I've been here for a while, and President Fan is also here... Can you open the door and call him in?"

"What's the meaning?"

Still need someone to call?
Ye Liang snorted softly in his heart, did he say that he was interested in her today because of the child in her womb?Did he get angry with her?

When did Fan Xiaozheng become so glassy?

She had no intention of calling him in.

Said: "It's so late, you can just send him back, I'm going to sleep."

"Ma'am." Sheng Qiulue interrupted her hastily, then pursed her lips, and said, "Today is the old lady's memorial day."

Ye Liang frowned slightly, "Which old lady?"

It's not that she didn't wake up, but because no one in her life could match these three words, so she couldn't remember them.

Sheng Qiu replied: "President Fan's mother, Ms. Mei."

Ye Liang suddenly fell silent unexpectedly.

Ms. Mei Yueyun's memorial day?

She really never knew about it, because Fan Xiaozheng never mentioned it. However, his whole person is indeed softer today, especially before he left here, his mood was obviously lower.

"Wait for me for a while." She thought for a while and said.

Then he got up, put on a coat, and then went downstairs.

When she went downstairs, the lights in the house were on intermittently all the way, so she opened the door, which was in stark contrast to the darkness outside the door.

Perhaps the man on the ground felt the door open behind him, and then saw the bright room behind him.

For a person in the dark, the sudden brightness behind him seems to be the light that can illuminate the whole life, so that he was stunned for several seconds.

"Drunk is this?" Ye Liang stood at the door, a gust of cold wind gushed in, shivering from the cold, and his eyes fell on Fan Xiaozheng.

She smelled of wine.

Sheng Qiu was full of apologies, "I drank a lot."

It's hard for him to say whether he's drunk or not.

At this moment, Fan Xiaozheng has come back to his senses, and his gaze is colder than the rainwater, and he casts a glance at Sheng Qiu.

Sheng Qiu has already bid farewell wisely: "Madam, shall I go back first?"

Fan Xiaozheng turned his head to look at her, eyebrows twisted together, "It's cold outside, close the door quickly, you go back."

She didn't move, but looked at him with a calm expression, "If someone knelt by your door in the middle of the night drunk, would you fall asleep?"

The man stood up with one hand supporting the pillar next to him, with a hoarse voice, "Is it disturbing you?"

Then he said in a low voice: "Let's go now, you go back to sleep, huh?"

Ye Liang softly pursed her lips, and inexplicably raised a trace of anger, "Fan Xiaozheng, do you think this is good for me, and I will be particularly moved?"

"No." She took a little breath, "I should ask, do you think you drank too much, standing here in the rain and wind, I will feel distressed?"

The man seemed to frowned, and then raised his hand to press his forehead, probably to make himself more awake.

Only then did I look at her, and after a while, I said in a low voice: "I can't expect you to feel sorry for me, I know what I have done..."

He said: "I just want to come and see you, don't think too much, why don't you go to sleep?"

"I've been disturbed by you in my dream." She turned sideways, "I'll close the door if you don't come in, it's very cold."

Fan Xiaozheng's brows tightened. Naturally, it was impossible for him not to want to go in, but he was covered in rain and it was too cold, so he was afraid of chilling her.

But she was reluctant to close the door.

He had to say: "You go in first, and I will stand at the entrance for a while?"

Ye Liang didn't speak, turned around and walked straight in.

The man also took two steps and found that his legs were a little stiff, so he entered the door and leaned against the door panel.

Looking down at the slightly cold and embarrassing suit on her body, she suddenly seemed to realize her name.

The night is cool, the night is cool.

She is like this night where even the air is icy cold, how much tenderness is needed to warm her up.

Entering the living room, Ye Liang turned off the headlights, making it darker and more comfortable.

"I'm going to take a shower?" The man had already walked in, and his coat was taken off by him, "It's too cold on your body, it's not good for you."

Ye Liang just nodded and didn't speak.

He went into the living room, the bathroom.

Ye Liang thought about it, but there seemed to be no bath towels in it, so she had to go upstairs to get a new one, and sent it to the door for him.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk" knocked three times and waited.

The man opened the door from the inside, "what's the matter?"

"Bath towels." She handed them over.

I didn't intend to watch it at first, but when I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I found that he didn't even take off his clothes?How did you get in, or what.

So what has he been doing in there for so long?

Thinking of this, Ye Liang raised his head and met Shang Fan Xiao Zheng's eyes.

Pause.

Because she saw the bottom of his originally deep black eyes glowing red.

At this time, it's not because of the red blood from lack of sleep, or because of crying...?
When this incredible thought flashed through her mind, the bathroom door had already been closed by the man.

She stood there, forgetting what she was going to do for a while.

After waiting in the living room for a long time, finally Fan Xiaozheng came out.

He took a shower, brushed his teeth, and dried his hair. However, Ye Liang could still smell a faint smell of alcohol.

"Are you drinking too much?" she asked, turning around.

The man's thin lips moved slightly, but he didn't answer, he just said: "It's too late, you should go to bed."

Ye Liang sat, still looking up at him slightly, "I already know."

"What?" The man didn't get too close to her, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Your mother's birthday," she said.

Then there was a silence in the air, which was broken for a long time.

Finally, Fan Xiaozheng sat on the carpet in front of her, his head just enough to rest on her lap.

And he did.

This action caught Ye Liang a little off guard, but she obviously couldn't avoid it, she frowned, and stood still.

The man rested his head on her and closed his eyes.

"Not drunk." A somewhat hoarse voice answered her question.

She didn't speak.

For a moment, it was still a man's voice, "It's raining heavily tonight."

Ye Liang was still quiet.

"It's much colder in the cemetery than here." The man said again.

The low, deep, hoarse voice lingered in the air in the quiet night, inexplicably poking a certain part of Yeliang's heart.

She knows how cold the cemetery is, how cold the tombstones are, she knows best.

That kind of coldness can affect people's emotions.