Chen Shiyao gently touched the things on the desk, notebooks, pens, rulers... as if everything was an extremely precious treasure, treated with extreme gentleness.

"This is his thing..."

Her mind was rippling, and her plain hands, holding the sheet, relaxed, revealing her jade-white back, fragrant buttocks and slender legs, forming a landscape full of infinite imagination with the decoration of the bookcase. She finally opened the wardrobe, picked a set of clothes to put on, and then covered the sheet on the sleeping Yanfeng, sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing his thin hair.

“Aren’t I really dreaming?”

Everything happened so suddenly, from her appearance in the fight field, to Yan Feng blocking the six darts for her, holding her and fleeing to the Yang family mansion, then Yan Feng ran into the room like crazy, on this bed, lost his virginity, and finally found that all the wounds on his body healed, as well as his identity as the eldest son of the Yang family... The length of time was only a few hours, and her heart was shocked by this series of facts, which was stronger than the sum of the past decade.

After a long time, Chen Shiyao sighed quietly and then reluctantly left the room.

The people in the studio searched for her all night but couldn't find Yan Feng, and finally they gathered in the hall of Haiyaju. It was midnight when Chen Shiyao came back. Everyone was shocked when she saw her wearing a manly outfit. Seeing that her face was a little lost, Chen Jie walked up to her in panic and asked with concern:

"Yaoyao, what's wrong with you? I can't contact you for a night, and everyone is worried about you."

"Vacuum suit..." The tiny eyes of the meatball fell on Chen Shiyao's high and raised chest in a daze, and her face was drooling.

"Don't look again!"

Liu Ruoxuan casually picked up the magazine on the table and greeted the meatballs, beating him to escape from the sofa, begging him to beg for mercy.

"I'm fine." Chen Shiyao shook her head slightly, and saw everyone staring at her with strange eyes. She realized that she was still wearing Yan Feng's clothes. Her face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly covered her chest and rushed to the second floor.

"I'll go up and take a look." Yaoyao said as he followed upstairs.

"So good, Shiyao is actually wearing men's clothes..."

Zhou Junming didn't come back to his senses for a long time and couldn't believe his eyes. The rest of the people were also surprised. It was the first time they had seen Chen Shiyao in dressing up for so many years.

"Ajie, do you see if something happened to her?" Liu Ruoxuan asked worriedly.

Chen Jie shook his head and sighed without replying, and felt panic in his heart. He knew best about his sister, reserved and gentle, and would never be so bold. He must have encountered something. The hall was in silence, and everyone was depressed. So far, there was no whereabouts of Yan Feng. Yan Menglin had come to Haiyaju for inquiries for five or six times, which caused panic.

Soon, Chen Shiyao changed into the dress he chose in the morning and walked down with Yaoyao. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was dead, Yaoyao spoke:

"Can you stop putting a bitter face? Yan Feng is fine, Shi Yao has been taking care of him all night."

Chen Jie was happy when he heard this, looked at his sister and asked, "Yaoyao, is this really the case?"

"I met Yan Feng at the airport. He was slightly injured. When I was helping him clean the wound, I got dirty, so I borrowed him a set of clothes."

Chen Shiyao had already thought about the words when she came back. This not only eliminated everyone's concerns, but also caused no suspicion. She did not reveal Yan Feng's true identity, and used a minor injury to hide the secret of Yan Feng's serious injury and healing himself. She was even more ashamed to mention the loss of her body.

"Where is Afeng people?" Chen Jie continued.

"He rested at...his friend's residence."

"My friend's residence? Do he have friends here? What's his name?"

"He just took me there, and I have never seen his friend..." Chen Shiyao's face was so burnt that she was nervous, worried that the lie would be exposed.

Chen Jie was about to ask again, but Yaoyao grabbed him and scolded him: "Why are you so gossiping?"

"I am her brother, what's wrong with understanding the situation?"

"Anyway, don't ask anymore, you really don't understand the girl's heart at all!" Yaoyao pinched his waist hard, making him grinning.

After confirming that Yan Feng was fine, everyone in the studio finally felt relieved, and then they went back to their rooms to log in to Eden to continue the expansion of the auction house. Chen Jie received a communication request from Yan Menglin as soon as he went online.

"Chen Jie, has Yan Feng returned to Hai Yaju?" Yan Menglin looked anxious in the three-dimensional image.

"Afeng is fine, now rest at his friend's house." Chen Jie replied truthfully.

"At his friend's house?" Yan Menglin was stunned. Seeing that Chen Jie didn't seem to be lying, she turned a few thoughts in her mind, then closed the communication and went offline.

Chen Jie saw her in the end, shook his head with a strange expression, and murmured: "A Feng really has friends in Nandu?"

Yan Feng woke up from his drowsiness. With the soft moonlight, he saw a few blood stains printed in the center of the sheet. Then he checked his injuries and found that the wound had healed, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Shiyao has been here?"

The room was closed tightly. In that state, he was even confused and had no memory of what happened later. He could not close the door by himself. He was trying hard to recall the memories he had entered the room, but the door was suddenly opened.

"ah--"

Yan Menglin saw Yan Feng sitting naked on the bed, subconsciously screaming and turned around, and said in her heart: "I'm so embarrassed..."

"How did you come in?" Yan Feng was secretly angry.

"Your door is not closed, I can come in naturally. Please change your clothes quickly." Yan Menglin closed the door with her eyes covered.

Yan Feng entered the bathroom to wash the dirt on his body, put on clean clothes, then walked out of the room, and said coldly: "This is my home, and I will not be allowed to come in from now on!"

"What a fierce thing? Look at my body. When I look back now, it will be even at most!" Yan Menglin showed an unyielding aura, then remembered the injuries he suffered at noon, and her voice softened again, "How about the injuries on your body?"

"I'm in good health, so you should pay more attention to the people your mother invited!"

"You...you know?" Yan Menglin looked surprised. The lies she made up were completely useless.

"Do you think I'm as brainless as your mother?" Yan Feng looked at her expressionlessly.

"Who do you say is brainless? Your mother..." Yan Menglin thought that his parents had passed away, and the words she said suddenly, but halfway through her words were like saying it.

"Get out!" Yan Feng roared, and his momentum suddenly became cold and intimidating.

He was in a bad mood, and now he was touched to the bottom line and suddenly became furious. If he hadn't blocked the shot for her at noon, he would not have been able to stop his internal strength. At night, he would have at least escaped without being seriously injured and fled. The torture this night seemed to have been a century, drowsy and painful. Looking back on the reason, all this was thanks to their mother and daughter. How could he have a good impression of her? Of course, he would not tell the matter about the Qiu family.

"Yang Feng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Yan Menglin tried her best to explain, and suddenly found Yan Feng's figure disappeared from the door. The next moment, she appeared beside her, pointing her right hand at her throat like a blade. She swallowed her saliva "gully", and truly felt Yan Feng's anger and murderous intent. Her body suddenly lost its support and fell against the wall, with a pale face.

"Don't think I dare not kill you. My patience has a bottom line. You'd better think about your position!" Yan Feng looked down at her from a high point, and when he turned around, he added, "Also, please remember, don't call my name casually!"

His name, Yang Feng, belongs only to one person now.

Yan Menglin stared blankly at his departure back, feeling bitter in her heart, and tears of grievance fell from her cheeks.

"You really want to kill me...you really want to kill me..."

She really couldn't believe that two years of disappearance could make a person who had a full love and yearning for life so cold and restrained. After leaving Haiyaju in the afternoon, she came to the Yang family's mansion to find him. Driven by curiosity, she entered his room again, waiting while reading his diary. She learned his heart from his story and was deeply touched. However, Yan Feng in reality was completely different from Yang Feng who was fantasizing in her heart, which made her feel very conflicted.

"Since you hate me so much, why do you still have to block that shot for me?"
Chapter completed!