Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Meng Rushen had always respected and feared the head of the Yan family. It was hard not to feel choked by the scene before him. His lips moved, and he subconsciously wanted Zheng'er to help...

Hua Xia came to the seat first, and seeing the strange look on Father Meng's face, she tilted her head slightly: "What's wrong?"

"without......"

"Sit down, sit down."

Meng Rushen reflexively extended his hand respectfully: "Master Yan, please..."

Yan Yue wiped his hands with a handkerchief and raised his eyes coldly. Meeting his dangerous gaze, Father Meng subconsciously kept silent and immediately thought about whether he had offended the gentleman in some way. He held his breath for fear that the other party would get angry, but he saw the man's thin lips touching his and uttered two words: "Little Yan."

Meng Rushen had a question mark look on his face.

Yan Yue showed a hint of impatience: "Call me Xiao Yan."

Father Meng was struck by lightning: "......"

Under Yan Yue's still dangerous gaze, he pronounced with difficulty: "Xiao Yan..."

Hua Xia tilted her head to look at him, and Yan Yue immediately retracted his threatening gaze, his eyes clear: "What's wrong? Are you hungry? Serve first?"

Hua Xia looked at him strangely, noticed nothing, and nodded slightly.

Meng Mu immediately asked someone to serve the food.

The conversation went smoothly overall. The couple raised some questions, Yan Yue answered them, and Hua Xia occasionally added to the conversation. After Hua Xia called him "Little Yan", no matter how many questions they had, they were no longer a problem.

The Meng family has always had a private relationship with the Yan family. They had a cooperative relationship when Yan Yue's father was alive. The Meng family was dependent on the Yan family. Meng Rushen had seen Yan Yue when he was young, and had also seen the ruthless and vicious methods used by Yan Ye after he became the head of the Yan family. That's why he was surprised at the man's restraint and docility at this time.

It all stems from caring about the people around me, but the question is whether this emotion is a little too heavy.

It seems to rely on everything and is heavier than life.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Yue was reluctant to look at others. He noticed the couple's compromising attitude and turned around to look at Hua Xia's expression seriously.

As if to say, is it okay now? Can I stay with him peacefully and well?

Yan Yue didn't move his chopsticks much, as it was a bit of a hindrance, so he put down his cutlery, reached out for Hua Xia's hand with his right hand, and held it tightly in his palm. This was the right way.

Soon, the wrapped little hand struggled, Yan Yue lowered his eyes and stared at it, then loosened the fingers with a gloomy look.

Why can’t I hold your hand?

The next second, the hand that broke free fell into his palm and patted it, and a voice came from the side of his face: "Eat!"

The fair hand stretched out to his waist. Yan Yue paused, then stretched out his left hand to hold it. This time there was no struggle. Their left hands were held together. Yan Yue picked up the cutlery again with his free right hand. His heart was burning, and he became friendly to the whole world.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to the Meng couple, which frightened them. He thought that starting from "Little Yan", they might have to come many times before they could get used to it.

At the end of winter, the people in the old house prepared a banquet and invited the head of the family to the mansion. This was a custom in previous years, symbolizing the cohesion of the huge Yan family.

However, the convention was broken this year as Yan Yue did not go. Coupled with the many changes in the consortium's recent initiatives, everyone had a bad feeling.

Yan Ting came out of the old house, and his confidant asked, "Young Master Ting, Master Yan has recently handed over a lot of power to you. Does he intend to abdicate and let you be the heir?"

He was not the only one who thought so. At the banquet today where the head of the family was absent, everyone's attitude towards him was more enthusiastic than in previous years. It was obvious that they had noticed the head of the family's intention to abdicate.

It was so obvious that everyone saw it, so Yan Ting always felt that something was wrong. He was worried inside and did not answer his subordinates' questions.

In the mansion, Yan Yue looked at the girl who was yawning and packing her luggage: "Don't go, I will pick you up after the operation."

Yan Yue had no intention of taking Hua Xia with him from the beginning. The disability of his legs had always been a hidden injury of his, and who could expose it in front of the person he loved?

But she had to follow him. Having said that, Yan Yue seemed to be immersed in a honey pot. His cold face was tense, but the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Hua Xia raised her eyes, glanced at the man, and snorted.

Yan Yue: “…”

His duplicity was seen through.

The place where Yan Yue performed the operation was on a small island in the sea, which was connected to the sanatorium and the research institute. It was not in the country. When the helicopter landed, the scenery on the island was beautiful and Yan Yue conducted further examinations.

The effect was not ideal, and the operation was postponed for half a month. During this half month, Yan Yue started taking medicine, which was a black Chinese medicine made from various herbs. It was bitter and smelled bad, just like his mood after learning that the chances of success of the operation were not high.

The balcony is surrounded by green plants, and the breeze is blowing. The severe cold on the island has passed, and the spring is warm.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Yan Yue turned his wheelchair and looked back, and saw the only person in the world who could pull him to stay. The girl had bright pink hair and cute eyes, and appeared in his sight with a huge bunch of flowers in her hands, and the flowers did not steal the color.

The bouquet was tied tightly and looked heavy. There was a small beach open to the public on the east side of the island, but there were very few people coming. The flowers must have been bought there. Yan Yue's eyes moved and his throat tightened slightly.

Is this for him?

"Aren't you going out?" Yan Yue asked calmly.

Hua Xia placed the bouquet in the corner outside the balcony and nodded: "Yes."

Yan Yue's eyes followed and fell to the ground. He pressed his hand back on his knee, "...Then why...are you back?"

Flowers...aren’t they for him?

Xu Qing, who was following behind Hua Xia, saw Yan Yue's little move and answered for Hua Xia, "He was originally going to go out, but he ran into a foreigner at the door who gave Miss Meng a bouquet of flowers. So, he is back again."

The next second, Xu Qing saw the man's brows suddenly turn gloomy.

"Ah, I remembered I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After doing the bad thing, Xu Qing was the first to run away.

Hua Xia was left meeting Yan Yue's accusing gaze, with emotions pulsating in her eyes, no longer as dead silent as before.

"Do you have anything to explain?"

Hua Xia pulled a flower from the bouquet: "What's there to explain? Actually, that guy is quite handsome."

Yan Yue almost gritted his teeth when he heard this: "Where is the person?"

Hua Xia replied nonchalantly, "Left early."

The fierce momentum died down in an instant, and Yan Yue reached out to pull Hua Xia's hand: "Wife, can you show me your phone?"

He is going to check his cell phone. Hua Xia put the flower branch on Yan Yue's leg. The man had a dark face and his eyes seemed to burn the flower on his leg.

"No contact information was added." Hua Xia answered slowly, walked to the thermal container, took out the bag of black liquid, turned around and handed it to Yan Yue.

Before the scissors were handed over, Yan Yue had already bitten open the plastic wrap. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the bitter liquid medicine. He no longer rejected the repetitive preparation process and medication process. He wished he could have the surgery tomorrow and stand up the day after tomorrow.

He wants to see who wants to steal his wife!

Hua Xia walked out of the room. Xu Qing, who had left fifteen minutes ago, was waiting at the door. He whispered, "Ms. Meng, you must have a way to make Ah Yue drink the medicine. His attitude towards the surgery has also become much more positive."

There were no foreigners there, and the flowers were not sent by anyone else. Hua Xia had someone order them from the open area, and she had just gone out to get the flowers.

Inside the room, Yan Yue lowered his eyes to look at a flower that was picked out by a girl on her knees. The bright and delicate petals seemed to still be covered with dew. Yan Yue held the flower branch and raised his eyes to the large bouquet placed on the balcony. The one in his hand could be considered as a gift from his girlfriend, while the other bouquet was really an eyesore.

Yan Yue placed a single branch of flowers in a vase in the room, added water without saying a word, and threw the bouquet into the trash can.

Not enough, it still exists within the field of vision.

Yan Yue stared at him gloomily for a while, then shouted, "Liu Shan, take out the garbage."

The sturdy bodyguard ran in, looked at the so-called 'garbage', and asked in confusion: "Sir, are you going to throw away the flowers that Miss Meng gave you?"

The figure walking towards the balcony turned the wheelchair back after hearing this: "???"