Dressed as cannon fodder to marry into a wealthy family

Yan Zhao slept soundly, with a peaceful sleeping face, surrounded by the melting moonlight, as if carved out of jade.

Shen Yuanting turned over and got out of bed without a sound, stepped barefoot on the cold wooden floor, and left the room.

Wangzai didn't want to sleep in the cat's nest, so he occupied the chaise longue every night. When he heard a slight noise, his ears trembled, he opened his yellow eyes, closed them again, and made a gurgling sound from his throat.

Shen Yuanting sat on the sofa, smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case, and with a click, a flame shot out from the lighter, igniting the cigarette end.

Shen Yuanting took a puff of the cigarette, which filled his lungs, and exhaled gray-white smoke, surrounded by mist.

Wang Zai got up and went to hit the Mars in the darkness. Shen Yuanting held it down and stroked its head and ears: "Don't make trouble."

Wang Zai screamed "meow", broke free from his hand, and ran away.

Yan Zhao was immediately woken up by a blow to the top of Mount Tai, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and the little thing in his arms was still being stepped on.

He confusedly said, "Yuanting, take care of your cat."

"Boss Shen, don't sleep."

"Shen Yuanting?"

Yan Zhao stretched his arms across, and there was still residual warmth in the quilt.

Yan Zhao opened his eyes, but there was no one around.

Let the water go?

His eyes turned to one side, the light in the bathroom was off, it was pitch black, and there was no sound in the room except for the cat rustling wildly in the bed.

Wang Zai was still hitting him with the cat's head, Yan Zhao picked it up and pinched its paws: "Zai, you are already an adult cat, don't step on me."

Wang Zai kicked his hind legs.

Yan Zhao carried the cat out of the house, the door of the study was closed, no light came through the gap.He went downstairs again, the smell of tobacco permeated the air, the man's tall figure was shrouded in gray mist, with smoke between his fingers.

Yan Zhao sat over, and Shen Yuanting glanced at Wang Zai: "Is it messing with you? Little spy."

Yan Zhao scratched Wangzai's chin: "It is a hero."

Wang Zai proudly held up a jio and licked the fur on his belly.

Shen Yuanting let out a laugh and crushed out the smoke.

Yan Zhao: "Why don't you smoke anymore?"

Shen Yuanting: "I'm afraid it will poison you."

Yan Zhao: "Then you shouldn't touch it, now you smell of smoke all over your body."

Shen Yuanting went to open the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the fresh night wind came in, mixed with the smell of earth after the rain.

Yan Zhao opened the cigarette case, there was still a lot of cigarettes left in it.

It seems he doesn't smoke very often.

After checking, Yan Zhao threw the cigarette case into the trash can with satisfaction, and asked, "Did you know? I went to find grandma."

Shen Yuanting: "Yes."

Yan Zhao didn't ask him how he knew, did the old lady tell him, or he used other methods.

He said: "I asked about your family, I'm sorry..."

Shen Yuanting looked at him: "There is nothing to apologize for. You want to know me better, but I am very happy."

Yan Zhao: "But you don't look like that."

The corners of Shen Yuanting's mouth were lifted up, making a smiling face.

Yan Zhao: "Too stiff, unqualified."

Shen Yuanting: "Then how should I laugh?"

Yan Zhao smiled at him, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth naturally turned up.

He pressed his index finger on the corner of Shen Yuanting's mouth, and bent it upwards.

Yan Zhao: "In this case, the only thing missing is a happy look."

Shen Yuanting: "I can't learn this."

Yan Zhao: "Then look at me."

Shen Yuanting and him looked at each other, and the other's black eyes were extremely bright at night, like black gems.

Yan Zhao: "There is a shadow in your pupil."

Shen Yuanting: "It's you."

So the smile that was staged became real, Yan Zhao pointed to his eyes: "Look at my eyes, there is you in them too!"

"Where is it?" Shen Yuanting held his face, staring into his eyes.

Yan Zhao blinked slowly, his eyelashes fluttering: "Here, see?"

Shen Yuanting: "It's too dark to see."

Yan Zhao closed his eyes: "Then don't look at it."

Shen Yuanting put his arms around his waist, and his hot breath sprayed on his face: "Open your eyes."

Yan Zhao: "I fell asleep."

Shen Yuanting let out an "oh", poked his hands in from the hem of his pajamas, touched his thin back, and traced his butterfly bones with his fingertips.

Yan Zhao grabbed his hand: "It's so late..." Didn't you just do it before going to bed?

Shen Yuanting's tone was low: "You have lost a lot of weight."

Yan Zhao suddenly felt ashamed of his low-level thoughts: "Recently, filming is quite tiring."

Shen Yuanting: "I've raised you for so long, and you've only grown a little bit of flesh, and now it's gone."

Yan Zhao promised: "Start eating more tomorrow."

Shen Yuanting touched his lower back, his long eyelashes drooped, and said very lonely: "I don't want you to go to filming."

Yan Zhao coaxed him: "After filming this film, I will take a month off and stay with you."

Shen Yuanting raised his eyes, his tone of voice contained slightly invisible but identifiable expectations: "Be my Secretary Yan?"

Thinking of the absurdity of that night, Yan Zhao's tailbone felt a little numb, and his face turned red: "En."

Shen Yuanting chuckled, brushed his forehead hair away, and placed a kiss on his forehead: "Don't go back on your word."

Yan Zhao: "No, I am very trustworthy."

Shen Yuanting: "Yes."

On the way back to the room, Yan Zhao didn't want to open his eyes, hugged Shen Yuanting's arm, and clung to him like a small rice cake.

Shen Yuanting: "Go up the stairs."

Yan Zhao stepped up and climbed the stairs: "Okay."

"Turn right."

"Oh."

At the bedside, Shen Yuanting said, "Here we are."

Yan Zhao fell forward and threw himself into the bed, with the slippers hooked on his toes, and when he kicked his legs, the shoes fell off with a clatter.

Shen Yuanting helped him straighten his slippers, and he had flung himself to his place, with his head buried in the fluffy velvet pillow.

Shen Yuanting turned him over again, and hugged him into his arms.

Yan Zhao: "Aren't your arms sore?"

Shen Yuanting: "I will let go if I feel sore."

Yan Zhao lightly kicked him: "I didn't tell you to tell the truth!"

Waking up in the middle of the night, Yan Zhao was so sleepy that when his head touched the pillow, his eyelids couldn't hold up anymore, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Yuanting stared at him, his eyes slowly swept across his forehead, eyebrows, bridge of nose and lips, repeating and imprinting every detail in his heart.

As soon as the bed sank, Wang Zai jumped up, holding his beloved little fish doll in his mouth.

Both masters were there, and Wangzai couldn't restrain the intimate grunt in his throat. He found an empty seat, put down the doll, and hugged it to sleep.Soon, the cat fell asleep and rolled into a dried shrimp.

Shen Yuanting couldn't help laughing, but the phone screen on the bedside table suddenly lit up, he glanced at it, and his smile gradually cooled down.

Yu Wei: Thank you for helping me find the perfume. That formula was out of print ten years ago, and I am very worried.Also, although I think you will still reject me, and we don't want to see each other more, but I think from a businessman's point of view, it's the best choice for you to cooperate with me.

The pain flashed by, Shen Yuanting covered his forehead, and when he recovered, he grabbed the phone and blocked her.

But when she closed her eyes, Yu Wei's words were still echoing in her mind:

"He is still kept in the dark by you. When he sees your face clearly, he will hate you, right?"

"You'd better do it more decisively and ruthlessly, and don't make the same mistakes as Shen Zhuo."

"Because you shed my blood, I know that you can do it."

Shen Yuanting hugged Yan Zhao's hand, tightening it tighter.

Yan Zhao murmured, put his arms across his shoulders, and put his legs up, clamping his waist.

Wang Zai turned over, exposed his belly, and turned his legs to the sky. Jio kicked on the back of Mr. Shen's head.

Shen Yuanting: "......"

Shen Yuanting took Yan Zhao's hand off, raised the phone, dragged Yu Wei out of the blacklist, and replied: "Stop watching cartoons from country J, don't you feel ashamed that a 50-year-old is still in middle school? "

After sending, he threw the phone aside, put Yan Zhao's hand on his shoulder, and the two of them squeezed closer.

Yan Zhao woke up the next day and found himself hugging his man like an octopus.

And, it's huge.

Yan Zhao: "Do you have no refractory period?"

"If I don't have it, you will be miserable." Shen Yuanting's fingertips rested on the top of his tailbone, "I thought you should know this better than me."

"Fix it yourself." Yan Zhao rolled over and got out of bed, "The toilet is reserved for you, please."

Shen Yuanting: "..."

Wang Zai woke up leisurely, yawned, retracted the jio that kicked his father several times, and without apologizing, jumped out of bed and followed Yan Zhao.

Shen Yuanting instantly felt like a resentful woman guarding her own empty boudoir.

Yan Zhao went to the kitchen to make shrimp and egg yolk, set a time, heated up toast, set out marmalade, made black coffee, made a Chinese and Western breakfast, and went back to the bedroom humming a song.

He unscrewed the door of the toilet, and his man was facing the mirror, his lips and chin were covered with white foam for a week.

Yan Zhao: "You have to close the door even after you shave, I thought you were doing something."

Shen Yuanting: "Then you still open the door?"

Yan Zhao: "Let me see if you use my photo."

Shen Yuanting: "No, but I have a small video."

Yan Zhao: "wow, hand it over."

Shen Yuanting: "Turn it yourself, the password is 926942."

Yan Zhao unlocked Shen Yuanting's mobile phone, and after appreciating his refined screen saver, he went straight to the topic.

In the video, the person in the video has a dreamy blush on his fair cheeks, tears in his peach blossom eyes, and his voice is like a kitten whimpering: "My little golden man is gone!"

"My deposit is gone!"

"My wine is gone!"

"The Siamese cat I just ordered is gone!"

Yan Zhao: "???"

Who the fuck is this idiot?And look at the angle or am I taking a selfie? ? ?

Yan Zhao broke into the toilet: "When was this filmed!"

Shen Yuanting washed his face clean: "The night you drank in front of me for the first time."

The people in the video had already started singing "Water of the West Lake, my tears", Yan Zhao hurriedly paused the video: "Why do you keep this!"

Shen Yuanting: "...is it fun?"

Yan Zhao: "It's fun!"

Yan Zhao continued to check Shen Yuanting's cell phone, and was shocked to find that there were photos of him crying after eating spicy food, photos of him practicing with the same hands and feet while practicing dance, and photos of playing games with pig teammates... There are actually his expressions Bag!

Are you fucking my black fan? !99% of my black history is in your mobile phone! ! !

Yan Zhao showed Shen Yuanting the sleeping photo with no makeup showing a double chin: "What do you mean?"

Shen Yuanting hesitated: "... Isn't it cute?"

Yan Zhao: "Delete it! Delete it all!"