Mo Xiu didn't understand: "What's wrong? Are you as shocked as me? I only realized that he has a wife."

Tang Wanwan finally pressed down and coughed lightly: "Yes, I didn't expect it."

Mo Xiu also smiled: "It should be quite a baby."

Tang Wanwan:...

Mo Xiu knew that she was not convenient for her to come forward, so he said, "Don't worry, I'll refuse for you."

Tang Wanwan then felt at ease, and after a few casual words Mo Xiu said suddenly, "By the way, I received two requests, do you want to answer? A short story book, two or three thousand words, I offer one million."

"Come on." Tang Wanwan put down the water cup: "I have a lot of stocks written in my mailbox."

Mo Xiu spoke very slowly: "One was what Mr. Yan wanted, and the other... was Ye Chen."

Ye Chen?

Tang Wanwan frowned.

Mo Xiu smiled and said, "Then I will refuse."

"Wait a minute." Tang Wanwan quickly said: "Give him a price of two million, and don't bargain."

Mo Xiu thought for a moment and smiled: "Okay."

Tang Wanwan hung up the phone and continued to write in her notebook. As soon as she entered the state, she was a little selfless and didn't even notice that Zhou Yan was standing at the door of the study.

She was not alert until he arrived in front of her and immediately closed the notebook.

Zhou Yan replied with a slender finger and tapped the notebook lightly, "What are you writing?"

"Diary." She stared at him.

Zhou Yanhui had no intention of checking it out, and just said: "If you like to write something, I will sign it to teach you."

Tang Wanwan swallowed her saliva-

How to teach?

Does she teach herself?

But she climbed his arm and quietly changed the subject: "Is the meal ready?"

She pushed him out, and Zhou Yanhui gently tapped her head: "Tang Wanwan, I found that marriage is not good for me at all."

For example, he never cooks, but now he is her nanny for free.

For example, he has always been principled in dealing with things, but in the program team, he let her go and bought her the manuscripts for her...

He stared at her and thought, "It's not without any benefit."

Tang Wanwan:...

Zhou Yanhui turned the topic back, "By the way, I bought a short story in Liangshi, and let Secretary Yin pass it on to you. Isn't the show necessary?"

Tang Wanwan looked up at him.

Zhou Yan replied: "Are you happy?"

"Happy." Tang Wanwan squeezed out a smile: "I'm very happy."

One million more! I will still give myself to myself!

Zhou Yan pinched her face back and said, "It's good to be happy."

After dinner, he sent her to wash the dishes.

Tang Wanwan complained while washing: "Zhou Yan came back, I am a female star, what should I do if my hands are washed out?"

"Didn't you wear gloves? It won't be rough." Zhou Yan returned to the sofa, holding the remote control and adjusting the table.

In the kitchen, Tang Wanwan stared at the plate in front of her—

How do you wash this? It's all oily.

She studied it for a long time before she finished it. The kitchen was full of water, and she clamored to ask Zhou Yan to go back to get it.

Zhou Yan sighed back and went over to clean up, and looked at her again.

Tang Wanwan hummed softly: "It's not my fault! I didn't know."

She lowered her little head and pulled her fingers into rubber gloves...

Zhou Yan looked back at her, and her voice softly said: "If you hadn't been bankrupt, I would have to live with you here and cook for you? Tang Wanwan, you are the evil ones who complained first, huh?"

It was obviously a reproach, but his tone was indescribable.

Tang Wanwan took a step back without a trace, and Zhou Yan stretched out her hand to her waist and took her to her side: "So, you have any reason, right?"

Tang Wanwan lay on his shoulder, breathing a little messed up...

Zhou Yanhui didn't say anything anymore, helped her take off her gloves, and then said helplessly: "Forget it."

He took her back to the living room, picked up a very thin notebook from the coffee table and handed it to her: "This is for you."

Tang Wanwan took it and looked up and down: "Is it newly bought?"

"I've used it a few times." He said directly.

Tang Wanwan took it and ran to the study. Zhou Yan replied very dissatisfied: "Tang Wanwan, it's nine o'clock."

"I know, you go to bed first." She said naturally, and then her eyes fell on her notebook.

The phone next to it kept ringing with message prompts—

[Dear customer, your account xxx has received 2 million yuan.]

[Dear customer, your account xxx has received 1 million yuan]

...

There is also a message sent by Mo Xiu [Ye Chen agreed, send the manuscript to my email address.]

Tang Wanwan immediately packed the manuscript and sent it to Mo Xiu.

Just after finishing it, I looked up and saw Zhou Yan standing back in front of her.

She was startled.

Zhou Yan knocked back at the desk: "Tang Wanwan, the access control is ten o'clock."

She breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand."

Zhou Yan returned and left the study room.

He said at ten o'clock, Tang Wanwan did not dare to challenge his authority, and closed her notebook and ran back to the master bedroom at ten o'clock.

Zhou Yanhui had already taken a shower and stood there smoking on the terrace. When she saw her coming in, she pinched the cigarette immediately.

Tang Wanwan slowly stepped in: "Zhou Yan, you are very addicted to smoking?"

"Fortunately, it looks like seven or eight a day." He was in a deep place, so he looked a little unpredictable: "Do you want me to quit smoking?"

Tang Wanwan shook her head, "No."

She didn't move, looking at him quietly.

She suddenly realized that he was waiting for her.

It was a lie to say that he was not afraid, but she also knew that he would not let her go just because she was afraid.

Tang Wanwan walked towards the terrace and stepped into the night.

She hugged him gently and leaned on his shoulder, resting her head in the socket of his neck uneasily.

Zhou Yan lowered her eyes back, her voice very gentle: "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head, but her voice trembled slightly: "Zhou Yan returns."

"I know." He lowered his head and kissed her, his voice rustling.

She wanted to avoid it, but this time he was not as gentle as before, but was a little stronger...

"Zhou Yan came back." She grabbed the fabric on his shoulder tightly, very scared, but after a while she raised her head and tried hard to cater to his kiss...

This is simply a life-threatening one. This kind of girl relies on her soft and hot feeling to make Zhou Yan addicted.

He no longer restrains himself and lets himself go.

Until I couldn't help but pick her up toward the master bedroom...
Chapter completed!