Chapter 74

With a faint smile, she raised her chin and reminded him; "As Mr. Shen said, this marriage is just a transaction. Each takes what he needs. Since I have no right to intervene in Mr. Shen's private affairs, Mr. Shen naturally has no right to intervene in my private affairs, doesn't he?"

His eyes narrowed slowly. Shen shaoting stared at her coldly. His eyes were as cold as thirty-nine ice, enough to freeze people to death.

"Why, don't Mr. Shen think what I said is reasonable?" she was not afraid of him, but asked.

"Mrs. Shen is attracting bees and butterflies outside, and wants me to think I didn't see it. You think Mr. Shen is dead?" his low voice overflowed from his lips.

Hearing the speech, ye Ziqing also said slowly; "Mrs. Shen is also a living person, not a decoration, isn't she?"

The white smoke puffed out, half narrowed his eyes, and his voice was low and heavy, with some warning; "Mrs. Shen, if you want to keep the baby in your belly, don't try to provoke my bottom line..."

The smell of smoke made Ye Ziqing want to cry. She unconsciously held her fist, whispered, mocked and sneered; "Since you have threatened with chips, can I still not understand?"

His eyes became sharp and his look suddenly became colder. The attack of irritability obliterated him and took a hard smoke.

The atmosphere didn't want to be so stiff, but it was more stiff

With her head down, she looked at her toes and was distracted.

Why try him again?

Obviously, he loved his aunt in his heart, and she was nothing more than a bargain.

But every transaction has its purpose. For example, her purpose is to keep the baby in her belly. What about him?

Knowing that she should not ask, she still looked up and asked; "What exactly do you want behind such a transaction? Bored, just marry a woman, that's all, or does it mean so much to me, or does it mean something else?"

He vomited out a circle of his eyes, without words, and his eyes narrowed.

After a pause, ye Ziqing pulled out a smile from the corners of her mouth, making fun of herself; "Well, I see. I crossed it. I won't ask again in the future."

Why should she ask? She knows he can't answer, and she has to get the result. Is it interesting to provoke him again?

He's not what she can provoke, is he?

Smelling the speech, he became more and more agitated. He threw the cigarette butts lit in his hands on the ground, raised his feet, and stamped out the flickering eyes in the night. He opened his mouth and spit out three words; "Back to Shen house..."

The night wind blew, ye Ziqing's hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and she spit out a word; "Yes."

Anyway, I've been at home for four or five days, and the new year will be in two or three days. I've been staying at home all the time. It's really something. Go back.

Shen Zhai always wants to go back. It's just a matter of time. He came to pick it up. She'll take another ride

Back in the morning, it was already twelve o'clock. Su LAN had already slept for a little while and was drinking water in the kitchen.

Hearing the footsteps, she came out and saw Ye Ziqing coming in with an unhappy face; "Why did you come back so late?"

Unexpectedly, Su LAN didn't sleep yet. She paused. She first called her mother, and then opened her mouth to explain; "I went to the classmate party, so I came back a little late."

Putting down the glass, Su LAN looked serious and somewhat aggressive; "You're married now, but you always go back to 11 or 12 p.m. when you go home. What's the matter?"

At this time, Shen shaoting, who parked the car, came in, put his arm around her shoulder, pulled his thin lip and opened his mouth to Su LAN.

"Mom, I do something temporarily. I've wasted time. It's so late. Why haven't I slept yet?"

As soon as she said this, Su LAN couldn't say anything more. It was obvious that the responsibility lay with her son; "I've been sleeping for a while. I'm thirsty. I get up and drink a glass of water."

"Mom, I'm going upstairs first." Ye Ziqing said hello politely, walked out of his arm and walked straight upstairs.

When she returned to her room, Shen shaoting didn't go upstairs. It seemed that he was talking to Su LAN in the living room.

When she got to the bed, she took the quilt from her bed, put the pillow in her other hand, put it on the sofa and spread it.

When he opened the door, Shen shaoting, who stepped in, saw this scene. His eyebrows frowned. He went over and stretched out his hand to pull her arm, with a deep voice; "In bed..."

Hearing the speech, ye Ziqing suddenly wanted to laugh and said in a faint voice; "Does Mr. Shen care where he sleeps?"

His eyebrows beat, his thin lips closed tightly, and his narrowed eyes stared at her.

"Just sleep in bed. It's more comfortable in bed. There's nothing wrong."

Between words, she took the quilt and pillow back to the bed. Her look was always light without any emotional ups and downs.

In her bed making room, Shen shaoting went to the bathroom. When she made the bed, he took a bath and came out with a bath towel.

Without words or looking up, ye Ziqing passed him and closed the bathroom door.

The figure was still as thin as usual, but it exuded an unspeakable alienation. Shen shaoting was agitated for a while, and his eyes narrowed again.

The warm water flowed on her. She felt comfortable, comfortable and relaxed, and closed her eyes slightly.

Lying in the bathtub like that, she left all those troubles behind, didn't think about it, ignored it, completely relaxed and lay there quietly.

After lying down for 30 minutes, I almost fell asleep.

After taking a bath, ye Ziqing came out, but the man hadn't slept yet. His strong body leaned against the head of the bed, the quilt covered his waist and abdomen, and turned freely with a magazine in his big hand.

Glancing at him, ye Ziqing calmly sat in front of the dressing table and began to wipe her face.

The climate in winter is too dry. These days, my face is dry and a little skinned.

Hearing footsteps, Shen shaoting's magazine slipped, and his eyes seemed to sweep her figure and behavior.

After the toner was wiped, she reached for her lotion bottle. The lotion seemed to have been used up, and the hand flapped the bottle for a long time, and there was no way to squeeze it out.

Ye Ziqing put the empty bottle aside, then opened the quilt, closed her clothes, lay in, closed her eyes and went straight to sleep.

Throughout the whole process, from beginning to end, she didn't even look at him, and her actions were clean and neat.

The word "good night" that had slipped to his thin lips just stopped. The look on Shen shaoting's handsome face seemed a little stiff and embarrassed.

Put aside the magazine in his hand, he kneaded his eyebrows with his big hands, bent over, turned off the bedside lamp, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

After hearing the faint and steady sound of a woman breathing from around him, Shen shaoting closed his eyes.

After a long time, ye Ziqing slowly opened her eyes, turned sideways, turned her back to him, and leaned against the bed as much as possible.