Who would raise a villain as a wife?

Their eyes met, one had fire in his eyes, the other was shy and dodging.

An Xi hooked his arms around He Yunjing's neck, leaned forward and kissed him, holding He Yunjing's lips, just like He Yunjing kissed him.

He Yunjing pretended to be calm and did not move, allowing An Xi to kiss him clumsily. However, after waiting for a long time, he did not wait for her to go deep into his kiss and instead they separated.

An Xi lowered her eyes and then raised them again, looking at He Yunjing eagerly, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, do I look good like this?"

He Yunjing glanced at An Xi's exposed collarbone and legs. How could you say that they didn't look good?

His Adam's apple rolled and he answered honestly, "Very tempting."

An Xi became more and more shy, but he still had to continue. He let go of He Yunjing's shoulders and lowered his head to unbutton his shirt. His movements were a little slow and he didn't dare to look at He Yunjing's expression. He only felt that a pair of eyes were staring at his hand, and it was very hot.

Seeing that An Xi took a long time to unbutton a button, He Yunjing became very anxious. He raised his hand, grabbed the back of An Xi's head and kissed her.

He Yunjing was not so violent as to tear the nice clothes. He just pushed An Xi's hand away, unbuttoned all the buttons at a very fast speed, and touched the slender waist.

He Yunjing was completely relaxed that night. He took An Xi from the sofa to the bed, and from the bed to the bathroom, and he didn't stop until most of the night.

An Xi's whole body was limp and his mind was confused. No matter how we called him, he couldn't be woken up.

He Yunjing could only apply some medicine on him, feed him some honey water, and move him to another room to rest.

As expected, He Yunjing was kicked early the next morning, but An Xi had not recovered yet and could not kick him. She could only angrily roll up the quilt and wrap herself up like a cicada pupa, waiting for He Yunjing with an accusing look on her face.

He Yunjing was not angry at all. He looked at him sideways, reached out and took An Xi's mobile phone, entered the number of two million into the account book in front of him, and smiled with a look of success.

An Xi felt that he had lost a lot of money. He had done it more than twice last night, but only earned two million.

He Yunjing touched his head and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

An Xi shook his head hesitantly. It didn't hurt much, just a little sore, and also hungry.

He stretched out his hands from under the quilt, "Hold me."

He Yunjing smiled, got up, pulled him out of the quilt, carried him to wash, and then carried him downstairs for breakfast.

The servants had long been accustomed to their intimacy, and they all smiled when they saw them. An Xi would also lean on He Yunjing's shoulder and smile at them.

As soon as he sat down at the table, the butler came in and said respectfully, "Sir, Mr. Fu from the capital wants to visit and has been waiting outside all night."

He Yunjing slowly served An Xi a bowl of soup and said, "Wait two hours before letting him in."

"Ok sir."

The housekeeper left in response, and An Xi looked at He Yunjing, "Why is he here now?"

"Do you know what it means that the living cannot compare to the dead?" He Yunjing looked at him, and when he saw An Yan's confused eyes, he spoke slowly, "I've said before that their relationship is not as simple as you think. An Yan likes Fu Lingyuan, but Fu Lingyuan may not hate An Yan."

An Xi frowned, "But he is not nice to An Yan at all."

"This is the upper position. I think An Yan is just a plaything, so I should rely on him and please him."

"what about now?"

"The obedient thing is dead and gone. Three years of habit has naturally made him feel uncomfortable all over."

An Xi still didn't understand, "So does he like it or not?"

"I don't think it's love at least." He Yunjing held up his chin. "If you love someone, you won't hurt them even though you know it will hurt them. You won't realize it until the person is gone or dead. That's called being a jerk."

He Yunjing's tone was a little cold. If you like someone, you like him. If you hate someone, you hate him. There is no such thing as hating him when he is alive and liking him again when he is dead.

Most people are very straightforward in their feelings. If they like someone, they want to be close to them. They are nice to the person they like and cannot bear to hurt them.

Of course, He Yunjing cannot generalize, nor can he seriously deny those who are in love without knowing it.

But he couldn't understand that kind of emotion, or even accept it, and that wasn't an option for him.

He will not forgive those who hurt him, nor will he insult, slander, hurt or coerce those he likes.

An Xi nodded in agreement, "They are a perfect match. They both have diseases."

He Yunjing laughed, "Don't learn from them."

"I won't!" An Xi snorted. He was just a little angry and he would not be angry after a while.

"Ah, you're so good."

He Yunjing praised him and took An Xi to see the garden venue after breakfast. He had someone arrange it after returning to China. It was a simulated real-life shooting venue.

He picked up the game gun and shot, and the paint hit the wall, leaving a patch of irregular color.

He Yunjing raised his hand and waved. A dozen bodyguards divided into two teams and stood in line. They wore clothes of two different colors and each of them was equipped with a gaming gun.

He Yunjing said, "Practice it once, don't let anyone win, and everyone who wins will be rewarded 100,000 yuan."

Although one hundred thousand is not a lot, it is a good start. Both teams were very excited. At He Yunjing's command, they sneaked into the venue and started the shooting battle.

He Yunjing took An Xi to watch from the side and explained to him some simple gestures and how to deal with battle situations.

An Xi studied very seriously. She was not just being curious and treating it as a game. She was really studying hard and wanted to understand He Yunjing's life.

The winner was decided after an hour and a half. The winning team was very happy, not only because of the prize money, but also because of the cheers of victory.

Although the losing team was not convinced, they did not dare to say anything in front of He Yunjing. They just stood there and waited for the lecture.

He Yunjing checked the time, put his arm around An Xi's shoulders and said, "We'll continue in the afternoon. If you hit An Xi, you'll get a reward of 100,000. If you hit me, you'll get a reward of 500,000."

Hearing that astonishing number, the bodyguards were eager to try, and even An Xi was surprised. He tugged at He Yunjing's clothes and said, "Are there too many? I don't know how to play, what should I do if they keep chasing me and hitting me?"

"That's how you learn to dodge." He Yunjing rubbed his head, "Safety first."

"Ok."

An Xi agreed and was not too disappointed. He walked around the venue to familiarize himself with it.

This delay lasted another half an hour. When He Yunjing brought Ah Xi back, Fu Lingyuan was already getting a little impatient.

Seeing the two people coming back, Fu Lingyuan stood up and came over immediately, "Where is An Yan? Didn't you say you wouldn't take care of her? Why did you take her away and hide her?"

He Yunjing raised his eyebrows. "If I don't take her away, will I leave her in the morgue and wait for you to collect her body? I'm afraid she will become an ice sculpture."

"An Yan is not dead! She can't possibly die! It must be you who took her away!" Fu Lingyuan insisted on his opinion. He Yunjing's power is so great. If An Yan is really dead, how could He Yunjing do nothing!

He Yunjing found it funny. "If you say she's not dead, then she's not dead. As long as you can find a dead person, I don't care."

He Yunjing's attitude made Fu Lingyuan stunned. He gradually calmed down and remembered that he had seen the surveillance video. When An Yan was pushed out of the operating room again, Song Nan opened it and looked at it because he didn't believe it. It was indeed An Yan, cold and without any warmth.