The whole world expects me to get a divorce

The cold autumn rain fell all night, and Rong Xiao didn't sleep all night, You Buwen was driven back by him, and he stood in front of him like a lost soul, as if he was going to die tomorrow, it was annoying to watch.

And he stayed in the humid air of the courtyard until midnight before returning to his room.

Wen Yan was still sleeping obediently, the room was warmer than outside, his cheeks were pink, and his lips were rosy.

When Rong Xiao saw him, his heart softened.

His fingers gently stroked Wen Yan's eyebrows and lips.

He didn't know what love was before.

He has lived for a long time, and he has seen a lot. There are many idiots and resentful women in the world who seek life and death for love and hate.

But instead of feeling moved, he only felt noisy.

But now he realizes it.

Because he could feel satisfied just by watching Wen Yan sleep.If someone wanted to take Wen Yan away from his arms at this moment, he would spare no effort to kill him, just like he did to Zhu Yan, cruel and harsh.

Rong Xiao sat on the edge of the bed and watched Wen Yan for a long time, feeling so difficult for the first time in his life.

He didn't know what to do with Wen Yan.

His once-in-a-lifetime heartbeat came too late, so untimely, he didn't even have time left to accompany Wen Yan through this lifetime.

If he is really good for Wen Yan, he should send Wen Yan away now. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Human beings are always forgetful. I loved someone when I was seventeen or eighteen years old. A gust of wind, maybe it will be forgotten in a few years.

Wen Yan is still so young, and so beautiful and pleasing, he has many opportunities to meet those outstanding young people who admire him, and those people will love him very much and will accompany him for life.

But thinking of that scene, thinking of Wen Yan holding someone else's hand, Rong Xiao couldn't help feeling a tyrannical emotion in his heart.

He is far less powerful than he thought. He also has weaknesses and inseparable feelings.

It all depends on Wen Yan.

Rong Xiao lowered his head and placed a kiss on Wen Yan's lips.

When he just relieved Wen Yan, his kiss was hot and forceful, and Wen Yan was not even allowed to resist for a while.

But now this kiss, which happened in the middle of the night no one knows, has become tender and tender, like the moonlight falling in the lake.

He had to admit to himself that he was reluctant to send Wen Yan away.

Wen Yan slept until morning and had a good night's sleep.

Although the rain had stopped outside, the sky was still cloudy, the doors and windows were closed, and the room was dark.

Wen Yan blinked his eyes for a long time, and couldn't tell what time it was for a while. He took the phone and looked at it, only to find that it was almost ten o'clock.

But Rong Xiao was not in the room.

The bed next to him was flat as if no one had slept on it, and it was cold.

Wen Yan sat up in a daze, his brain was still dull, it took him a while to slowly recall what he did with Rong Xiao yesterday, his face turned red all of a sudden, and his heart beat a little faster.

But he soon calmed down again.

Because the room is too quiet, the Feather God celebration is over, the magic seal is also finished, Rong Xiao has nothing to deal with at all, so why is he not in the room?

Wen Yan looked around, suspicious, wondering if that bastard Rong Xiao would eat it again and run away?

He was struggling and a little angry when the door of the room was pushed open.

The one who came in was the one he called a bastard just now.

Rong Xiao walked over and opened the curtains of the room, and the light from outside flooded in, dispelling the gloom in the room.

Then he sat down next to Wen Yan.

Just now Wen Yan was angrily scolding Rong Xiao in his heart, but now that he is sitting in front of him, he is speechless.

Because Rong Xiao looked very serious, his brows and eyes were calm and even a little cold, and he looked at him without saying a word.It feels as if some serious national event is about to be announced in the next second.

Wen Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and the aura of preparing to settle accounts with Rong Xiao just now was gone, and he couldn't help but speculate on the bad side. Set boundaries with him.

Wen Yan grabbed the quilt and asked, "Why are you looking at me... Where did you go just now? There was no one in the morning."

These words are purely deceitful, it is obvious that he has not woken up for 10 minutes.

Rong Xiao poked him unceremoniously, "I just came in half an hour ago, and you didn't wake up."

Wen Yan pursed his lips, refused to answer his words, and asked again, "Have you gone to have breakfast?"

Rong Xiao shook his head, "No, I'm going to get something."

He spread out his palm, revealing a bright white seed in the palm, with one round end and the other slightly pointed, the size of a fingernail.

Wen Yan recognized that this was the kind of seed from the Feather God Parade.

"What are you doing with this?" He asked strangely.

Rong Xiao took a deep look at him.

"Do you still remember what wish you made with me?" Rong Xiao asked him.

Of course Wen Yan remembered.

Under that tree, the parade had just passed by, the sound of silk and bamboo was melodious, thousands of branches and leaves hid the two of them, and a firework exploded in the sky.

And he made a wish to Rong Xiao——

"I want the monster I like to like me too."

Wen Yan looked at Rong Xiao, and said it again softly as if possessed.

In this quiet room, the sun outside was already emerging from behind the clouds, he was sitting on the bed disheveled, his hair was still messed up like a bird's nest, and Rong Xiao was sitting opposite him, dignified as if he was ready to attend a dinner party at any time.

And the moment his voice just fell.

The white seed in Rong Xiao's hand germinated and blossomed in a short moment.

The flowers are also white, but the center of the flower is a touch of vermilion, the petals are soft, and the green branches are slender and light.

Rong Xiao put the flower in Wen Yan's hand.

In the folklore of Yingshan, when the seeds of the Feather God bloom, it means that the wish of the supplicant will be fulfilled.

Rong Xiao leaned over and gently kissed Wen Yan's lips.

"Your wish has come true," he said.

He bit Wen Yan's lips gently, and Wen Yan's dumbfounded reflection was reflected in his emerald green eyes.

"Wen Yan, as long as I live, I will belong to you."