After chatting for a long time, it ended.

Xiao Bichen was very satisfied with tonight's meeting and suggested that it was still early and asked Yan Sui to take Wen Yumian out for a walk.

And smiled and said: "Don't go shopping too late, remember to send Mianmian home early."

Wen Yumian lowered his head shyly.

Wen Yao stuffed another cherry into her mouth with an expressionless expression.

She was really honest tonight, almost all the cherries went into her stomach, of course - it would be better if the man opposite could let her foot go.

She suspected that although Yan Sui looked human-like, he actually had some unknown quirks, such as a foot fetish?

Because he grabbed her feet and touched them for at least ten minutes.

From the toes to the instep and then to the ankle, half of the calf, then down and back, rubbing the soles of her feet as if massaging, the movements were not rough.

Wen Yao seemed to feel a touch of undetectable tenderness.

——It may also be that her perception is wrong.

Then she thought wickedly, didn't his feet smell bad?

There is no doubt that Wen Yao is very good at taking care of her body. Her feet do not stink at all. She often massages, soaks and applies foot cream. Not only does it not stink, but it smells a bit fragrant.

Wen Yao vaguely felt that he was a bit perverted, and even began to regret that she had provoked him.

Fortunately, everything stopped with Xiao Bichen's words.

She finally felt that her feet were being let go, and then she was ruthlessly thrown aside by the man, and then he stood up.

Wen Yao: "..."

She pulled back her slightly stiff legs.

Find your own high heels.

However, my feet fumbled several times and didn't touch it.

Um?

Wen Yao doesn't believe in evil.

No one else had left yet, and she was too embarrassed to lift the tablecloth to look.

They all stood up. Wen Yao had not found her shoes yet, so she had no choice but to stand up as well, one high and one low, and had to hold on to the edge of the table to stabilize her body at the same height.

Wen Yumian and his party were about to leave. Seeing that Wen Yao hadn't moved, Jiang Shu Liurao didn't want to pay attention anymore, but she still had to ask in front of Xiao Bichen: "Yao Yao, what are you still doing standing here? We should go.

.”

She smiled softly and said, "Aunt Jiang, you go first. I feel a little sick to my stomach and want to sit down for a while."

Shoes, where are her shoes?

Jiang Shuliu frowned, with a concerned look on her face: "Are you okay? Do you want to call the doctor to take a look?"

No matter how old it is, calling him a doctor seems too pretentious.

Wen Yao just wanted to send these people away quickly, then find her high heels, put them on and leave.

Then her smile became brighter and her voice became gentler: "I'm really fine, Aunt Jiang."

Jiang Shuliu's soft words made Jiang Shuliu very disgusted. She completely lost her thoughts of condolences and even didn't bother to act. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the Yan family members had left, and she turned around.

Just after walking a certain distance, Yan Sui suddenly stopped and said, "Auntie, I left something in the box. I'll go back and take a look."

Xiao Bichen asked: "What is it? Just call the waiter and ask the waiter to find it and bring it to you."

Yan Sui: "It's a gadget, I can just go find it myself."

Knowing that he has always had his own opinion, Xiao Bichen did not force it.

After waiting for a while and walking to the elevator door, she suddenly said: "Mianmian, you and Huai Xu are going shopping, just wait for him here, we will go down first."

Wen Yumian couldn't help but nodded sweetly, "Okay, Mrs. Shen, go slowly."

Xiao Bi smiled deeply: "Why don't you call me Mrs. Shen? I think you can just call me Aunt Xiao. There is only one different sound from Huai Xu's name of aunt. It won't be too late to change your name when you two get engaged."

Wen Yumian immediately changed his words: "Aunt Xiao."

"Eh."

Jiang Shuliu was smiling so much that she could barely close her mouth from ear to ear.

She didn't expect that today would go so smoothly.

…

After everyone had gone away, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, then squatted down in an inconspicuous manner and lifted up the tablecloth with force.

When he looked at it, he realized that his high heels had actually gone behind the seat where Yan Sui was sitting.

She thought with her toes and knew it was the pervert Yan Sui who did it.

It almost caused her embarrassment, but she remembered it.

I won't give him a good life!

Wen Yao angrily walked around in a circle to pick up her high heels and bent down.

His view was obscured by the tablecloth.

Shadows fell.

After she took it out and put it on, she frowned and looked at the tooth mark on her ankle.

She pursed her lips tightly, thinking about her hobby, she even liked to bite people, not only her ankles, but also her butt... there were teeth marks on them, which she discovered when she looked in the mirror while taking a shower.

So sick!

Just as she was about to stand up, she caught a glimpse of something black in the corner of the seat. She raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to take it.

It's a cigarette lighter.

She held it in her hand and raised her head unintentionally. She was suddenly startled by the sudden appearance of the person. She subconsciously took a step back and suddenly hit the wall. There was a painful "thud" sound that made her immediately shrink back and cover her head.

, burst into tears.

The pain and unpleasantness made her say something indiscriminately: "You are standing there elusive and want to do something bad!"

Yan Sui leaned against the wall, staring at her coldly and scrutinizingly, without saying a word.

Wen Yao relieved the initial pain and met his cold gaze.

After a few seconds, she changed her expression and walked towards him.

"Why did Mr. Yan come back suddenly? He was so quiet and so scary."

As she spoke, Wen Yao was already close to him and smelled the scent on his body. It was very familiar and had a refreshing feeling, just like the rows of crystal clear trees in the park in winter when she studied abroad.

Rime is cold and mellow.

I couldn't get a good look at him in the bar yesterday. The most important thing about him before was his deeds and honors in the investment banking industry, except for his good looks.

Now under the light, at a close distance, she looked carefully and discovered that he had a pair of long, narrow, deep-set eyes, with deep eyebrows and Western-style eyebrows. However, the overall face was a traditional Eastern face, and it was close to the left side of his lower lip.

, there is a very light mole.

He should be bohemian, but paired with his facial features, he looks extremely gentle and arrogant, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The woman's eyes were searching, curious and doubtful, but not nostalgic.

Yan Sui stretched out a finger, pressed her shoulder and pushed her away, "Miss Wen, do I know you well?"

Men are distant and indifferent.

It means don't get too close to him.

Wen Yao was forced to stay away.

The next second he stepped forward again, getting closer.

Even though she was wearing high heels, she was shorter than him. She was close to his chin and had to raise her head to talk to him, "Mr. Yan, don't you know if we are familiar with each other?"

Yan Sui: "I don't know."

Unhesitating and ruthless.

The smile on Wen Yao's face froze.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, which was her usual behavior when she felt unhappy.

If you pull up your pants, you won't recognize anyone.

I don’t know who was so passionate last night. Just now, he was so in love with her feet that he turned around and said “not familiar” and wanted to send her away. Is it possible?

Is there any good thing in the world that is so cheap for him to take advantage of?

So she raised her hand with a smile, put it on his shoulder, and wrapped it around his neck naturally, with a soft voice: "Mr. Yan is really good at joking. He was clearly holding on to his foot just now.

Now he is so heartless, which makes people very sad."

Yan Sui lowered his eyes slightly, looking at her affected posture with a cold expression, and her smiling eyes, with an emotionless smile inside, all of which were just for fun, so fake.
To be continued...