Quick Wear: Delicate Flowers Are Hard to Grow (H) 《快穿之嬌花難養(H)》

Cuscuta Flower in the Lower Hall x Arrogant and Poisonous Boss (28)

     After getting the answer he wanted, Chi Yan smiled.

　Niwai stayed in the bedroom for a while, stayed for dinner, and thanked Lian for going back.

　On the appointed day, Xie Lian went downstairs with his luggage and saw Chi Yan chatting with someone via video, wearing headphones and discussing something.

　Xie Lian waited quietly. It wasn't until they are almost at the airport that Chi Yan took off his headphones.

　She handed over the water she was holding, "Thank you for your hard work, Ayan."

　Chi Yan rubbed his brows, took the water and drank it to relieve the dryness of his throat.

　He suddenly remembered something, took out a bunch of documents from the pile on the side, and put it in Xie Lian's hand: "Have a look."

　Xie Lian took it obediently, saw the contents of the contract, and pursed his lips, "Ayan, you Why are you giving me something again?"

　"I don't want you to go out to work," Chi Yan said. If Xie Lian was a career-oriented woman, he wouldn't stop her, but he could tell that Xie Lian's work ability was not that strong. In other words, it is not suitable for work at all.

　Xie Lian also knows that she has no ability at all, but she has received too much from Chi Yan, whether it is the current house or her father's side, there is already too much.

　"There are these shops. I will buy you some stocks after a while." Chi Yan put down the things in his hands and said simply and directly.

　Xie Lian became even more silent after hearing this. She understood that Chi Yan was doing it for her own good.

　Chi Yan rolled up his sleeves slightly, exposing an arm, and put his big palm on her head: "You have to think so much, good things don't just mean stupid things, okay?"

　Her frustrated expression was too obvious, people can't help but want to be comforted.

　Xie Lian seemed to recall the name he call her when he was young, and the uneasiness seemed to disappear in an instant.

　Chi Yan booked first class, and the two-and-a-half-hour flight was not uncomfortable at all, and passed after a good sleep.

　Staying at the booked hotel, Xie Lian has already laid down, but Chi Yan is still busy. Video conferences and electronic documents all require him to look at them one by one. This feeling is unfamiliar to Xie Lian, but to Chi Yan was also unfamiliar.

　He had never been at work with someone waiting nearby.

　As for Xie Lian, her ex-husband rarely worked in front of her. It's pretty much either not going home, or not bringing any work with you when you go home.

　Looking at the man in front of him who was still busy in home clothes, Xie Lian stood up from the bed, her white and tender hands fell on Chi Yan's shoulders, and squeezed lightly or heavily.

　Chi Yan only felt that the skin all over his body suddenly became much looser. He turned his head and looked at the little face that was beautiful  and had no makeup on it.

　"It's okay. Just go and rest if you feel sleepy. I'll be fine if I have another half hour."

　"I'll wait for you." Seeing that Chi Yan wanted to stop her, she quickly said, "I can't sleep without you."

　Sure enough, Chi Yan Yan Zhizhi's words turned into a sneer, "Oh, you are so lonely, then just wait, I will clean you up later."

　Xie Lian's face turned slightly red, and she felt that the word "clean up" had some other meanings.

　There were still two minutes left before half an hour. Chi Yan finished typing the last byte and looked sideways. The woman closed her eyes and leaned on the sofa. She breathed out evenly from her nose, and her whole body shrank together because of the cool air.

　He stood up and closed the computer, hugged Xie Lian, and walked towards the bed.

　As soon as he was picked up, Xie Lian woke up and saw Chi Yan. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Have you finished it?"

　Chi Yan hummed, put the person on the bed, leaned forward and held him in his arms: "Go to sleep, we have to do some styling tomorrow morning."

　Xie Lian has attended weddings before and knows that this process is quite tiring. Even if they are not the protagonists, it still takes a lot of effort.

　This may be the so-called high-society communication, which requires refinement from the hair down.

　Smelling the familiar scent of the man's body, Xie Lian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and closed her eyes to sleep.

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Meet Mr. Fang in the next chapter, quack.