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I'm really going to be blown away by Yan Minglang, and I'm going to be blown away by myself.

I tried it without giving up, and he really set another lock in the door, obviously planned for a long time, just waiting for me to take the bait.But I knew that he was plotting something wrong but thought things too simply, so Shi Shi ran into the trap.

Four dishes and one soup, the rice has just been steamed, and the last dish is also on the table.

Yan Minglang laid out the bowls and chopsticks, looked at me who was still standing in front of the combination lock, beating my chest and regretting my mistakes, and said, "Come over for dinner, I'll go upstairs and call Vito."

Now that the water has been overwhelmed, how can he treat himself badly.

I went to the restaurant and sat down.

Yan Minglang had the honor to taste the culinary skills a few times six years ago, not many times, but it is still unforgettable even today.

After all, I myself admit that I am a foodie who is not picky.

It's just that even though the food is delicious and delicious, I still focus on eating with a cold face, frowning on purpose to make an arrogant gesture that I can't eat.

Vito was frank, his eyes sparkled as if he had eaten the supreme delicacy.

No one spoke at the table, which is basic etiquette.After dinner, Yan Minglang said to Vito: "Uncle Yan's car broke down, you can't go home, so you can stay here tonight."

I sneered watching him perform.

Vito naturally had no objection, and even cheered excitedly.Yan Minglang did what he liked, and prepared his favorite storybook for him, and it was hard for him to be unhappy.

It's not a lie that Yan Minglang prepared a kennel. The kennel is like a small villa, with a fence door, and Alex is fed and locked in. He doesn't make noise or bark, and lies down on the mat obediently.

After arranging for Alex and taking a bath with Vito and brushing our teeth, Yan Minglang took us to the guest room.

There were no guest rooms in this house, and an empty room on the first floor was cleaned up. The wooden floor was covered with soft wool carpets, and a yellow wooden bed in the shape of an excavator was placed against the wall. The lampshades are all spaceships, obviously specially prepared for Vito.

Vito took a storybook. It is rare for a six-year-old child to be able to read by himself.Except for the little baby who couldn't speak and wanted what he wanted, he could only express it by crying, Vito after two years old, never made me worry.

He read a book for a while, then leaned on the pillow and fell asleep.

I gently took the book out of his hand and put it on the bedside cabinet, gently helped him adjust his posture, covered the quilt, and turned off the light. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling in the dark. I do not want to go out.

The laptop was still on Yan Minglang's car, only his mobile phone was by his side.

I casually picked up the phone that had been automatically set to silent, and saw that Yan Minglang had sent me a message: Come out.

I'll go out and be damned.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Chatted with Eric for a few moments, and soon after received a message from Yan Minglang: Come out, or should I go in?

Actually came to threaten this move?It's a shameful act, but it works.

I gritted my teeth, wanted to pretend not to know but knew he could do what he said, so I could only bite the bullet and walk out.

Yan Minglang was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading documents. He had just taken a shower and was wearing a bathrobe. His legs were bare and exposed. His slender and straight legs were enviable.

He took off the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked up at me.Those eyes were startlingly bright.This is the Yan Minglang I have never seen before. Six years ago, he was always calm and self-disciplined in front of me.

My eyes wandered, I swallowed involuntarily, touched the doorknob behind me with my hand, and for a moment wanted to push the door and hide in again.

He put down the documents and glasses, hooked his finger at me: "Come here."

If he wasn't looking at me, I'd even suspect he was calling Alex.

Humiliated, I turned to look at him, glaring at him.

Seeing that I was still moving, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Why, are you afraid?"

I'm afraid of you big head ghost.

I took a deep breath and walked over, but I was still vigilant, and sat down on the single sofa far away from him.

"Sit down." He patted the sofa beside him.

"Do not."

He looked at me, nodded slightly after a moment, then stood up suddenly with a frighteningly tall body, walked towards me, and looked at me with a look of aggression that he had never seen in his eyes six years ago .

I suddenly panicked.

That's the look an adult would understand.Even if I am mentally prepared, it does not mean that I can remain indifferent.

I turned over and wanted to escape, but he was one step ahead of me, his tall body pressing me down on the small single sofa.

I heard my voice trembling: "Yan... Minglang," I took a breath, "Don't be like this."

He lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

Touching my cheek with his fingers ambiguously, he lowered his head and whispered in my ear: "Shaw, this is the duty of husband and wife that you should fulfill. Our relationship is legal, isn't it?"

Following his words, warm air flowed against my ears, and I shivered all over.

After living a life of asceticism like a monk for six years, I didn't know that I was so sensitive.

I bit my lip, and although I didn't have any hope, I still struggled: "But I also have the right to refuse, even if it's a husband and wife, coercion is a crime."

"Are you sure I was forced?"

His hand slipped into the pajamas and slid down my waistline, and I bit my lip, breathing hard.

"Shaw, you long for me."

I was extremely ashamed and indignant, I pretended to be calm, and couldn't help but sneer: "Yan, I have been abstinent for six years, and now any man or woman can make me do this."

He paused, and a moment later bit my neck.

I groaned in pain, he backed away a little, the cold air invaded the tightly covered chest by him just now, and I felt a burst of emptiness.

Before he had time to complain about his weak will, he suddenly picked me up horizontally.

I grabbed his shoulders subconsciously, and when I realized what I had done, I quickly let go, struggling to jump out of his arms, but he simply put one hand on his back and the other held him. Legs, pressed me tightly into his arms.

Even though I have grown more than ten centimeters six years later, I am still like a mantis holding a cart in front of him, overwhelmed.

He easily carried me into the bedroom on the second floor and threw me on the bed. Before I got up, he had already pressed me over.

He bit the back of my neck like a beast.

No, he's not a beast, he's a demon king who takes pleasure in torturing others, and he whispered in my ear, "Look, Shaw, look at yourself now, and you still say you don't love me?"

I want to say that I am neither dead nor frigid, you are already so enthusiastic, how can I remain indifferent?

But I can't say anything at the moment.

I don't know how long it took, but I lost the strength to struggle. He hugged me, and gently kissed my wet eyes.

"Shaw, Shaw, Shaw..."

One kiss after another, as if it was never enough.He kept calling my name, and the contented but uneasy voice lingered in my ears, like a sigh.

I was physically and mentally exhausted, I slightly opened my eyes and looked at him, those obsidian-like eyes reflected my appearance, if I were six years ago, how happy I would be at this moment.

I said "Fuck" with the last of my strength: "Didn't you fucking say you would restrain yourself, liar."

Not knowing what I said, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I felt a tingling pain from the tailbone up to the brain.It felt both familiar and strange, and when he realized what had happened, he immediately felt annoyed and wanted to bump his head to death.

As if my whole body fell apart, I struggled a few times and failed to sit up smoothly.

A pair of big hands supported me, and I slapped that hand away like an electric shock.

Yan Minglang sat by the bed, but he was not annoyed.

He was still wearing those glasses on the bridge of his nose, he took them off and threw them aside, he bent down and kissed me on the forehead.

"Good morning."

"roll."

I racked my brains to think about swear words. My brain was too slow when I just woke up, but I could only think of such a word that was neither important nor important at the moment.

Sure enough, there was no lethality at all. He still smiled and helped me up stubbornly.I grinned my teeth, my butt hurt like it was blooming, my waist seemed to be run over by a car, and it didn't seem to hurt so much the first time.

Yan Minglang took a soft pillow and placed it behind my waist.

I looked at him warily and thought to myself, why isn't the devil at work yet?As long as he goes out, I can also run away.

"Vito is reading in the study." After a pause, he smiled, no matter how evil he looked, "Also, today is the weekend."

……

weekend?Why is it a weekend?

It's a damn weekend!

"I cooked porridge and brought it to you."

Thinking of the aroma of the preserved egg and lean pork porridge he cooked before, he swallowed the words of refusal that came to his lips.

He brought up the bowl and spoon, as if to feed me.

I grabbed the edge of the porcelain bowl: "I'm not disabled yet."

Yan Minglang let go of his hand, watched me take a sip of porridge, picked up his glasses, walked to the sofa and sat down, continuing to look at the thick stack of documents.

After drinking the porridge, I rested for a while, and I recovered a little. I didn't want to continue lying on the bed, so I reluctantly got out of bed.

Yan Minglang looked up at me and asked, "Are you full?"

I nodded.

He came over and took the porcelain bowl in my hand.

I looked up at him and frowned: "You look like a gentle scum when you wear glasses."

He took off his glasses and set them aside.

"Aren't you old and presbyopic?" I sneered.

He smiled, and said as he walked out: "I had an accident while driving, and my left eye was injured a bit, and my eyesight is not very good."

A statement that sounds calm and breezy, but it made my heart skip a beat.Although he is in front of me in good condition now, I can't help but feel terrified when I think of him being in a car accident and narrowly escaped death.

I don't like this feeling, but I can't help it.Even if I resent him, I don't want anything bad to happen to him.

It's really... hopeless.