After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

"There is no mango rice today, but I can go buy mangoes and make it now."

Guan Yan had a flattering expression on her face.

"Then please, two servings of mango rice."

Wen Rao nodded at her and took Zhan Yan away first.

As Wen Rao walked away, Guan Yan's face immediately darkened.

"Eating mango rice? Don't you know that everyone else needs to rest at this late hour? What's the big deal!

Calling you Madam Zhan, you really think you are a superior person."

Guan Yan muttered to herself but didn't dare to be too loud.

Wen Rao pulled Zhan Yan back to the room and became more certain of her previous guess.

“Guan Yan must have been to that cave.

At that time, I smelled a very strange smell at the entrance of the cave, like the aroma of mango, but not so strong, mixed with a hint of sweet and sour.

Since there are no mangoes in the kitchen, the smell on Guan Yan is most likely the same as what I smelled, because it is so close. "

Wen Rao wasn't 100% sure, but she could continue investigating along this line.

"I'll have someone keep an eye on that cave."

Zhan Yan understood and naturally hugged Wen Rao in his arms.

"I have a full day of meetings tomorrow, why don't we meet tonight..."

Zhan Yan said as he hugged her from behind, and they both fell onto the sofa at the same time.

The sofa was large and soft. Wen Rao lay on it, sinking her whole body into it.

There was a soft sofa beneath him and Zhan Yan's strong and upright body behind him.

One soft and one hard, they opened the most wonderful melody of the graceful oriole song.

Wen Rao was concerned that they were in Qingshan Pavilion and did not dare to speak too loudly, but Zhan Yan did not care.

He has always been domineering and strong when he needs it now.

I don't care what others think.

It's only natural for him to be so affectionate with his wife.

Lingering whispers, exciting collisions, Zhan Yan was thinking, how nice it would be if this moment could last forever.

There are no worldly troubles, no black and white judgments, and no endless official business to deal with.

There is only the purest fusion between mountains and rivers.

It's her before going to bed and it's her when I wake up.

Day and night, it's always her.

Before he met Wen Rao, he felt that work was his life.

After having Wen Rao, his soft heart was touched, filled, and comforted, all because of her.

He admitted that he, who usually had strong self-control, would sink into despair and not want to wake up when facing Wen Rao.

……

The next morning, Zhan Yan went to work in high spirits.

Wen Rao originally wanted to get up early in the morning to give Dun Dun a special test, but because of the tossing and turning last night, her back and waist ached, so she didn't get up until after ten o'clock.

After a simple meal, Wen Rao had time to test Dun Dun when the children took their lunch break.

The test results came out immediately, Dun Dun's sensitivity to light sources was dozens of times higher than that of ordinary children.

Children are naturally sensitive to light sources, and Dun Dun is even more sensitive than ordinary children.

So only he can see those lights.

It's not that he has special abilities, but that some people's abilities in certain areas, once magnified, reach heights that ordinary people can hardly reach.

The next step is to wait until the fifteenth day and take Dun Dun to the scene to check it out.

In the evening, Zhan Yan came to find Wen Rao after finishing his work.

The two were about to go to the lake for a romantic dinner when suddenly a slender figure rushed out from behind the door and stopped them.

Wen Rao looked up and saw a local girl about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Wearing local characteristic costumes and exquisite and shining headdresses on their heads.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, and his facial features were delicate with a hint of stubbornness.

Wen Rao discovered that the girl looked at Zhan Yan with a strange look in her eyes.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

Wen Rao took the initiative to ask.

The girl shifted her eyes away from her face and fixed them on Zhan Yan's face. When she opened her mouth, she spoke in the local dialect and Wen Rao could not understand a word she said.