Yan Sui was smarter than her, and he could tell something was wrong from that 'private space'.

He looked at the road ahead and said in a neutral tone: "What are you going to do if you want to have free time now? I told you before that investment banking is not suitable for you."

Wen Yao suspected that he was insulting her.

"I've just said it casually, why do you think so deeply? I never said I was tired, but is it possible for me to keep focusing on work?"

She doesn't have a good tone.

Yan Sui remained silent and did not add fuel to the fire.

After half a minute, Wen Yao suddenly snorted, "There is something wrong with my thinking. How can I talk about this kind of thing in front of cold-blooded capitalists and try to arouse resonance? This is no different from humiliating myself."

Yan Sui was amused when he heard this, and a slight relief flashed across his brows, "I am a cold-blooded capitalist, aren't you?"

He asked calmly.

Then he said: "I bet the hundreds of millions I put on your head are just lost money. Now if you go to any Qiming store and say you are the second in command, ask them if you are a capitalist in their eyes."

"

Wen Yao was choked by him.

Yan Sui turned his head and glanced at her face, knowing that she was not convinced.

"Weren't you eloquent just now, and now you're mute?"

Wen Yao turned away and lowered the car window, trying to let out the depressed air in her chest.

The car was going very fast, and the wind was scalding hot. When it came in, it blew her hair into a mess and hit her face, which still stung a little.

There was chaos in front of my eyes.

"..."

So I became even more depressed.

She took a deep breath calmly.

Silently he raised the car window again.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to smooth his hair, a man's joking voice came from beside him: "Why don't you continue blowing and calm down?"

Wen Yao turned around suddenly and choked him with a straight face: "Stop talking sarcastically and drive your car."

Yan Sui disagreed: "What you said makes me incompetent. Typically, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps."

"Whether it's over or not, you have to quarrel with me to feel comfortable, right?"

Yan Sui: "dictatorship."

"..."

Wen Yao pursed her lips, said nothing, and began to close her eyes and fall asleep.

Arrive at Huainan Bay.

After the car stopped, Wen Yao took her bag and got out of the car without hesitation, still holding the finished cold drink cup in her hand.

Yan Sui followed closely behind.

She slammed the door, making a loud noise.

Yan Sui looked at her calmly.

After Wen Yao walked angrily for a few steps in high heels, she suddenly stopped and turned around, looked at Yan Sui, and without thinking, she slammed the cold drink cup in her hand.

Yan Sui did not hide.

There was inevitably some water stain left in the cup, which splashed on Yan Sui's white shirt.

Wen Yao's suffocated breath finally dissipated a little, and she felt much more comfortable. Before leaving, she did not forget to give instructions: "Pick it up and throw it in the trash can."

Yan Sui raised his eyes and looked at her majestic and powerful back, "Who gave you this temperament? You need to clean up, don't you?"

Wen Yao heard it and ignored him.

Yan Sui stood there for two seconds with the bag in one hand, looked at the thing under his feet, kicked it with his toes, and then bent down to pick it up.

When passing by the trash can outside the door, I raised my hand and threw it in accurately.

When Yan Sui walked to the master bedroom, the door was closed.

He stretched out his hand to push the door open as usual.

one time.

Didn't move.

Used some more strength.

Still no movement.

How could he still not understand the situation?

Wen Yao locked the door from the inside.

He knocked on the door with a stern face, "Wen Yao, please open the door for me."

There was no response from inside.

No sound was heard either.

"Gentle and gentle."

Yan Sui paused at the door for half a minute, then walked towards the study.

It's not that I don't have a spare key, but it's not necessary.

As soon as Wen Yao came back, she locked the door and went into the bathroom. She vaguely heard the sound at the door and ignored it.

After she came out from the shower and wiped her hair, she stared at the locked door, walked over slightly, and listened behind the door for a while.

She deliberately made things difficult for Yan Sui.

Even if he wanted to accuse her, she would have already thought of an excuse.

She doesn't like to be pushed down and bullied. She is always rebellious. There is no reason for her to be sent around by Yan Sui in the company and to be restrained by him when she returns home.

Hearing nothing, Wen Yao guessed that Yan Sui was not there.

Then he unlocked the door and opened it a crack, and looked out.

Empty.

Wen Yao suddenly felt that it was not interesting. Naturally, she would not keep the door locked all the time. It was just an impulse out of anger. If she really offended Yan Sui, she would definitely not get any good consequences.

She closed the door again, leaving it unlocked this time.

She wiped her hair and started her nightly skin care routine.

After finishing cleaning, I sat on the bed and took my phone.

She saw Yan Sui's note on the chat page: Bilian y.

She sent the work report to Yan in the afternoon and then revised it.

She glanced at it, then withdrew her gaze and sent a message to Ye Zhi.

Continue to tell her how shameless Yan Sui is.

…

When Yan Sui came in, Wen Yao was chatting happily with Ye Zhi, with smiles on their faces.

When I caught a glimpse of him, I smiled slightly, and then looked away as if I didn't see anyone.

Yan Sui didn't speak to her and went straight to the bathroom while taking off his clothes.

Wen Yao glanced up at him secretly, just in time to see his lower back.

Yan Sui seemed to have eyes on the back of his head: "You can watch whatever you want, whatever you are doing secretly."

Wen Yao almost said to herself: "Who is looking at you?"

Yan Sui chuckled.

Only then did Wen Yao realize that she had been fooled, and she frowned in annoyance.

She said: "Can you go inside and take off your clothes? It's not like the dirty clothes basket can't be filled. You have to throw it everywhere."

"I don't want you to accept it."

Wen Yao was dissatisfied: "Didn't I collect it for you?"

Yan Suigang walked to the bathroom door. He paused when he heard the words and reminded her: "Mrs. Yan, in the era when we were kings and emperors, the husband was the wife's guide, the three obediences and the four virtues. The wife undressed and undressed her husband. It was common for the wife to take a shower and change clothes. This is the case now.

Do you feel aggrieved over a trivial matter?"

Wen Yao: "You are feudal and pedantic, with straight male cancer thinking. Then they still have wives and concubines, why don't you want them?"

When she said this, she paused and said in a disdainful tone: "I forgot, it's not like the Yan family has no precedent for this. It's still like this to this day."

Whose room is this? It belongs to my concubine.
To be continued...