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Until my empty stomach growled, Yan Minglang still didn't come back.Fortunately, the secretary didn't forget my existence, and after asking about my taste, she bought lunch for me.

In Australia, there are especially many Chinese restaurants.Because my mother is from country Z, I have been used to eating Chinese food since I was a child, but she is not good at complicated country Z cuisine, and the only few dishes she knows are not satisfactory, so we cook most of the country Z dishes. Eat out.

Because of my pursuit of food, I almost ate all the Chinese restaurants in Melbourne. In fact, I later found that many of them were not very authentic, but I still fell in love with the food of country Z because of this, and I would not be dissatisfied with the environment after coming to country Z.

After lunch, I was so bored that I felt itchy looking at the books on the bookshelf. However, Yan Minglang did not allow me to touch his bookshelf. I was afraid that there might be some "confidential documents" in it, so I could only open it. The only computer he allowed me to use.

When I turned on the phone and entered it against the password he sent me, I felt a little strange.

That's two capital letters and a string of Z-style dates.

In view of the software password that Yan Minglang set for me before, I began to suspect that this should be someone's initials and TA's birthday.

That thought was just a flash in my mind at the time, and I quickly put it behind me when the computer desktop popped up.

In fact, I didn't think about what to do when I turned on the computer. Fortunately, after playing the small games that came with the computer for a while, Yan Minglang came back before he completely lost interest.

He saw me sitting on his chair after he entered the door, he seemed to be a little touched by this scene, and his voice was extraordinarily gentle: "Isn't it boring to be alone?"

I shook my head and stood up to give him my seat, but he pushed me back down again.

Then he pulled a chair over and sat behind me to watch me play minesweeper.

Occasionally he would press my hand to manipulate the mouse and tell me that I should place a flag in a position that I found ambiguous.

Smelling the faint smell of cigarettes on his body, I couldn't deny that my heart beat slightly accelerated at that moment.

When it was time to go to work, Yan Minglang picked up an English book to pass the time for me, and then sat back at his seat and started working.

From time to time in the room, the sound of him typing on the keyboard and the sound of flipping through documents, mixed with the ringing of the internal phone, interweaved into a slightly noisy but reassuring melody.

I sat quietly on the sofa and looked at the original document of the legal profession that was beyond my knowledge, and gradually read it, without noticing the company staff who occasionally came in. A curious look before leaving.

I like reading books, even if I have never touched them, when I see those familiar words, my heart will be very peaceful.

Probably because I was too fascinated by watching it, the afternoon passed quickly.

Yan Minglang took my hand without hesitation and left the Yan Group's office building. This time, I clearly felt all kinds of gazes from people passing by.

I couldn't help but jump for joy.

Until he took my hand and chatted with a few men who seemed very elite, but still just left me alone, I suddenly understood that he was holding me, just like showing his pet, showing it to people who know him That's all.

Even though the same ring on our hands declares our relationship, the public relationship is just to fend him off from troubles that bother him so much.

It's like he said "too many people want to climb into my bed" and "I've been looking for a long-term sex partner" in a slightly impatient tone. These two sentences can almost be regarded as cause and effect.

But there is one thing that makes me gratified. I can be sure that he is a self-disciplined person in terms of sex. In our marriage, even if he has never promised anything, I can probably rest assured that he will not cheat casually.

After returning home, the tidy living room has obviously been cleaned, and there is still dinner for two in the dining room.

Yan Minglang watched me finish eating a big bowl full of rice, and then asked me, "Is it enough?"

I blushed slightly.

He smiled: "I found out that your appetite seems to be very good since yesterday. If you are not full, I will ask the nanny to cook more tomorrow."

I told him honestly: "Breakfast and dinner are not too much and not too little. For lunch, I may have to eat two bowls like this."

He looked at me with some surprise.

Many people will show exactly the same expression as him when they know how much I eat.

In fact, I eat a lot, but I still can't understand it. I eat so much and don't grow half a ounce of meat, and my size seems to be against me, and I don't even give me a surprise by a millimeter.

After dinner, Yan Minglang still went to the study room like yesterday. When I knew that the desk would be delivered in the afternoon, I also went with him excitedly.

I sat face to face with him behind my desk.

The things I brought from Australia have been tidied up and put on the table. I suddenly remembered that Yan Minglang asked me to give him my documents, so I tidied them up and put them in a bag on his desk.

He looked up, nodded at me, and looked down at the book again.

I went back to my desk and opened my laptop.

There was a network cable on the desk, I connected to the network, and soon my chat software rang.

It was the same person who sent the message, Eric, my only remaining friend after my father's company went bankrupt.

The data on my mobile phone has been turned off for the past two days, and I didn't have the nerve to ask Yan Minglang for his network password, so I didn't check to see if he had sent me a message.

In fact, I found out that Yan Minglang had sent me a message when he asked me to download the chat software and turn on the traffic, but because of my poor phone bill balance, I didn't check it at the time, although the traffic of downloading the software is more A lot, but that was Yan Minglang's order after all.

Now that I am penniless, I can save as much as I can.

After reading the message from Eric, I replied him with a victory gesture: Arrived safely [yeah~]

Eric: Omg you finally replied to me, I thought you were tricked into selling your organs!

Me: [Contemptuously] If my organs were really that valuable, I would have sold them three years ago.

Eric: Seriously, how's your guy?Could it really be a middle-aged uncle with a beer belly full of abscesses?

When I told Eric that I was coming to country Z a while ago, we talked about what kind of person this mysterious man from country Z would be.In Eric's words, a man who spends such a large sum of money across half the world to buy a sexual partner is probably either ugly or suffering from a serious disease.

I looked up at Yan Minglang, who was focused. He had thick and thick black hair unique to people from country Z, a pair of slender but piercing eyes under his stiff eyebrows, a high nose bridge that did not lose to Westerners, and a perfect shape. The lips are slightly thin, and the line of the lower jaw is very strong.

With a height of 1.8 meters nine, just standing there is very imposing.

With the same oriental appearance, I am as delicate as a woman, but he is full of masculine charm.

A little jealousy arose in my heart, but I felt that this kind of thought was a little funny, I curled up my mouth, and my fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard.

Me: If I say that he is ten thousand times more handsome than you, will you think I am lying?

Eric: How is it possible, there are not many people who are more handsome than me, let alone ten thousand times!

I couldn't help laughing again, and was about to continue typing on the keyboard when I heard Yan Minglang's voice: "Why are you talking so happily?"

When I looked up, he was resting one hand on his chin, his bright eyes squinting slightly at me.

I'm not sure if he minds if I talk to my friend about him, so I turn off the chat software with a guilty conscience: "It's nothing..."

I can't even come up with an excuse because I rarely lie.He could hear my perfunctory, his expression froze for a moment, the original warmth disappeared instantly, he lowered his head, stopped looking at me, and said: "I hope you are transparent in front of me. Only this time , let’s not take this as an example.”

My throat was a little tight, so I bit the bullet and agreed.

I sat in front of the computer for a long time without interest, but couldn't get any energy out of me. I simply turned off the computer and asked in a low voice, "Can I go back to my room?"

He raised his eyelids, and after a moment of silence, he put down the book in his hand.

"Let's go."

I was stunned, until he walked to the door and looked back at me, then I followed out with my head down.

Back in the room, he motioned for me to take a shower.

Standing under the shower, I suddenly remembered the scene of him touching my face in the dark last night, and I was in a daze for a long time in a daze.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Yan Minglang asked me from outside: "Did you faint?"

I quickly responded and rinsed it off in a hurry.

When I went out, Yan Minglang was sitting on the bed flipping through a thick book, he looked up at me, closed the book in his hand, and put it back on the bedside table.

He seemed to have taken a shower downstairs again, and when I walked over, he smelled of the same shower gel as me.

I quietly climbed into bed and tried to lie down as close to the edge of the bed as possible, away from him.

He watched me lay down under the covers and turned off the light.

Just when I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I could live in peace like yesterday, I felt the mattress around me sink suddenly.

He was covering me in the dark, and his voice, which was deeper than usual, came from above his head.

"You should be mentally prepared, right?"

I swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. Even though I felt that I could not prepare well no matter how much I prepared, I understood that this was an obligation I should fulfill.