Several men in black suits guarding the door saw Jiu Shao coming in with a creature that seemed to be a woman from a distance, and his eyes almost fell to the ground in shock.

Everyone looked at each other, a little unbelievable, hasn't Jiu Shao never touched women?

At this time, Jiu Shao came over with someone in his arms, and several people hurriedly hung their heads, making a disrespectful gesture, and their voices were solemn: "Jiu Shao! ”

Si Yiyan ignored them, strode into Jiayuan with a warm and elegant attitude, and walked towards the elevator, and there were always people bowing and saluting along the way.

Wen Wenya shrank her head into the collar of his windbreaker and said sullenly: "Si Yiyan, it turns out that Jiayuan is one of your industries, it's really majestic!" ”

Her tone seemed to be dyed with frost, slightly condensed, with a hint of coldness, which made Si Yiyan's body stiffen.

Wen Wenya felt his slightly stiff body, his face was pale, and he couldn't guess his true thoughts.

The silent atmosphere spread, the elevator was in front of him, Si Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the elevator, and entered the elevator with Wen Wenya.

When the elevator door closed, in the small and cramped space, the silent atmosphere was suffocating, looking at the elevator door closing, the red numbers that kept jumping, in a short time, actually gave him the illusion that seconds are like years.

"Xinya ......" He tried to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say, his affairs were all for her, but she didn't ask about many things, and he didn't know where to start.

"Ding!" The doors of the elevator were abruptly separated.

Si Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Wen Wenya out of the elevator, and came directly to his special room in Jiayuan.

Wen Wen Ya was put on the sofa by Si Yiyan.

The soft sofa is her favorite feeling.

Si Yiyan said in a low voice: "I'll put bath water for you, you just blew a cold wind, it's better to take a hot bath to get rid of the cold." ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Wen Wenya to say anything, and turned around and went to the bathroom.

Wen Ya looked at the decoration style of the room, such a classical and comfortable decoration style, which is also her favorite, and the lamp with the rose branches stretching on the ceiling was also her idea, she just mentioned it casually before, but she didn't expect Si Yiyan to remember.

She turned around and walked to the bookshelf next to the fireplace, the bookshelf was full of some ancient books, she took a copy and flipped through it casually, and saw that Si Yiyan's beauty was mellow, and Feng Ling's hidden small block letters, annotated in many places in the book, and some concise insights, the books that made her feel obscure and difficult to understand looked so simple and transparent.

She couldn't help but look at the books and get hooked.

Soon, Si Yiyan came out of the bathroom: "The water is put, go take a bath!" ”

Wen Wenya put the book back in its original place, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, Wen Wen Ya didn't even try the water temperature, so she took off her clothes and soaked in the water, the warm water seemed to drill into every pore of her body in an instant, driving away the residual cold in her body, and it was very comfortable.

Wen Wenya got up after soaking for about twenty minutes, and there was a dark blue velvet bathrobe neatly placed in the basket, which was obviously prepared by Si Yiyan for her, but ...... It was his bathrobe.

Wen Wenya picked up the bathrobe and put it on her body, the velvet bathrobe was tightly attached to the flesh, very soft and soft, just like the feeling when Si Yiyan's thin but soft lips kissed her skin, which belonged to Si Yiyan's clear and elegant fragrance like bamboo, surrounded her whole person, her beautiful little face was crimson, and there was a faint trace of heat.

She thought that it must have been from the hot bath she had soaked for nearly half an hour before, and she had been dyed red by the steaming heat.

Wen Wenya wore a bathrobe, squirming and standing at the door, checking whether the bathrobe strap on her body was tied for a while, and checking whether the neckline of her robe was pulled open.

Si Yiyan was not in the living room, Wen Wenya wore Si Yiyan's slippers, stepped on the soft wool carpet, looked around the huge room, and finally saw Si Yiyan in the kitchen.

Si Yiyan only wears a cyan shirt with ingots, such a provocative color, worn on his body, more and more like a bamboo, slender and beautiful, elegant and strange, tough and strong, elegant and beautiful.

At this time, he was busy making ginger soup for her in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled, the spicy taste of ginger, mixed with the sweet and greasy taste of brown sugar, permeated the not too small space, and her heart was warm like drinking a bowl of ginger soup.

Si Yiyan is so powerful, deaf and clear-sighted, she didn't even notice that she had been standing at the kitchen door for so long.

He looked down at the ginger soup in the pot, and his beautiful face was full of solemnity, but it was just a bowl of ginger soup, but it was so careful, serious, as if there was nothing more important than this.

This bowl of ginger soup must have been boiled with all his heart.

Si Yiyan poured the boiled ginger soup into the bowl and tasted it, then turned around with the bowl and saw Wen Wenya standing at the door of the kitchen.

Wen Wenya couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, Si Yiyan, you actually let me eat your saliva." ”

Si Yiyan's beautiful eyebrows were dyed with a smile, and he raised his eyebrows with a hint of banter: "Do you eat less of my saliva?" ”

The warm and tender little face flushed, thinking of the many times they had intertwined their lips and teeth before, the saliva blended, and his saliva, she had indeed eaten a lot.

Si Yiyan came to her with ginger soup: "Drink the ginger soup quickly!" If you sweat, you won't catch a cold. ”

Wen Wenya smelled the ginger soup that was not good, her nose seemed to understand her mood, and selectively ignored the spicy taste of ginger, only smelling a sweet and greasy taste, which was sweet to the bottom of her heart.

She pouted and said: "You must be afraid that I will be sick, and you will be served, so you cook ginger soup for me, you are so cunning, I won't let you succeed, even if I am not sick, you have to serve me." As he spoke, he said as a matter of course: "You feed me!" ”

"I can't ask for it!" Si Yiyan looked at her puffing out her cheeks, looking confident, put a spoonful of ginger soup to her lips and blew it, then touched her lips, and then sent it to her lips when she didn't feel hot.

Wen Wenya looked at the meticulous and considerate movements, her heart was as sweet as sugar, she opened her mouth to drink the ginger soup he sent to her lips, deliberately wrinkled her nose, and complained with a bitter face: "It's so spicy, Si Yiyan, you put less sugar!" ”

Si Yiyan was skeptical, took half a spoonful and tasted it, although it was very sweet, but it was also very spicy, Xinya had always been very squeamish, and she definitely couldn't drink it: "I'll boil another bowl and put more sugar." ”

"Poof!" Wen Wenya couldn't help laughing, snatched the small bowl in his hand, and drank ginger soup in small sips: "Lie to you, you believe it too!" Ginger soup is all the same flavor, and no amount of sugar can cover the spicy taste. ”