It was already very late, and Yi Yao was about to leave, but Xing Mu hugged her and refused to let go.
He said: "Mommy, Sui Juejue."
Yi Yao shook his head and told him: "It's already very late now. I want to go home. This is not the place where I live. Mu Mu, go to bed. I'll come see you when I have time."
Xing Mu refused to let go, his little head buried tightly in her arms.
Wei Heng said: "Let's stay at home tonight. It's too late now. It's starting to snow outside and it's not safe."
Yi Yao looked out the window from the floor-to-ceiling window. White snowflakes were floating in the dark night.
She frowned slightly, but she never thought about really staying here. She was a little hesitant.
Xing Mu found the right opportunity, yawned, hugged her neck and said, "Mommy, hug the goose, let's sleep together."
"Your room has been cleaned, please stay, otherwise Xing Mu will probably make a fuss," Wei Heng said.
The father and son worked together to besiege her. Xing Muye was dozing off and kept hugging her without letting go. Yi Yao couldn't help but not speak.
"good."
After saying that, Xing Mu dozed off and was carried into his room by Yi Yao.
The nanny quickly washed Xing Mu and put him into dinosaur pajamas. Yi Yao sat on the bedside and told him a story.
Although she doesn't know much about being a mother, after tonight, she doesn't object to trying to learn to love him and be a mother...
Wei Heng was in a good mood and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of wine while sitting at the bar in the living room.
Yi Yao put Xing Mu to sleep and walked out quietly.
When I went downstairs to drink some water, I looked up and saw Wei Heng.
She paused for a moment, remembering what happened at night, and walked closer to him.
Opposite the bar is a large floor-to-ceiling window, where you can clearly see the snowy scene outside.
Wei Heng stared at this scene in a daze, his thoughts wandering to nowhere, and he didn't even notice when Yi Yao approached.
Yi Yao saw him in a daze, his eyes unfocused, and asked in confusion: "Wei Heng?"
Drinking alone and staring at the snowy scene in a daze, I feel pitiful no matter how I look at it.
Pitiful?
Yi Yao quickly shook her head and gave up this idea. How could she put this word on Wei Heng? He was the King of Hell who was feared by everyone in Kyoto.
Wei Heng came back to his senses and realized that he had lost his composure and felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing Yi Yao pick up the water glass in his hand, he said, "Would you like some water? I'll pour it for you."
A glass of warm water was placed in front of her.
"Thanks."
"I should be the one thanking you for being willing to go home today. I'm very happy that you can celebrate Xing Mu's birthday with me."
"This is what I should do." Yi Yao stroked the wall of the water glass and looked at him seriously: "Also, I know everything about Wu Tian. I'm sorry to scold you because I don't understand the truth of the matter. This matter is mine.
It’s a bit impulsive.”
She continued: "Thank you for helping me solve the problem in the end."
Wei Heng picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp, then slowly approached Yi Yao.
He drooped his head, a little frustrated, and his eyes were unpredictable.
Yi Yao didn't get an answer, and she felt a little impatient in her heart. She frowned and asked, "Wei Heng? Are you drunk?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the tall figure threw her into his arms.
The faint aroma of wine enveloped him, and Wei Heng pressed him down. Yi Yao struggled a few times, but the man was extremely strong and heavy, and he pressed on her so that she could not move.
She was a little angry and her voice was a bit colder: "Wei Heng, let go!"
He didn't know whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk. He muttered something in her ear, but Yi Yao didn't hear it clearly.
She couldn't push him away, so he was buried in Yi Yao's neck, and even rubbed his head uncomfortably a few times. The fine hair got stuck into her neck. Her neck was already sensitive, and she was so shocked that she almost threw him away.
"Wei Heng!" Yi Yao gritted his teeth.
During the day, her son is like a gummy candy and can’t be peeled off her body. But at night, her father is just like a gummy candy. It’s really hereditary!
Yi Yao leaned against the bar, held up his head, patted his face, and breathed softly from his nose.
"Wei Heng, Wei Heng."
Yi Yao didn't stop. After a few slaps, the man's cheeks were already red. She stopped her hand and touched her nose with some embarrassment.
Hey, she didn't take the opportunity to take revenge.
It was almost midnight, and all the servants had gone to bed. Yi Yao couldn't think of anyone who could help her.
A surge of air surged to his head, and Yi Yao struggled to remove him from his body.
Wei Heng was lying on the cold ground, breathing lightly and obviously falling asleep.
It was not easy for Yi Yao to get rid of him, so he stood up and left.
Wei Heng seemed to feel that the floor was cold and hard, and he frowned in discomfort.
Yi Yao stared at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sigh and murmured: "For the sake of helping me, I can't really let you sleep on the floor in the winter."
I pulled his arm hard, I thought it would be very strenuous, but in the end Wei Heng cooperated.
Yi Yao was too lazy to think so much, and Wei Heng cooperated in a daze. Most of the power was still with her, but it was much easier than before.
Wei Heng put his arm on her shoulder, and Yi Yao held his arm with one hand and his waist with the other. The room was on the second floor, but she felt that she had walked as long as a century...
Throwing him on the bed, covering him with a quilt, Yi Yao shook his sore shoulders and arms and left.
The lights in the room were turned off, leaving only a night light.
At this moment, Wei Heng's eyes opened slightly, and he still looked drunk.
In the morning, the snow outside showed no sign of stopping, instead it was getting heavier and heavier.
The white area is very bright, and the entire land is spotless and clean.
Yi Yao went downstairs, and the scent that hit her face caught her nose.
She took a few steps toward the restaurant, and a familiar tall figure appeared in the kitchen.
Wei Heng?
She rubbed her sore neck and arms, wondering if the Wei family's bed was too soft. Why did she feel like a ghost was pressing down on the bed when she woke up, and her whole body ached.
"Morning." Wei Heng heard the movement and turned to smile at her.
Today he is wearing a white casual sweater with gray cotton trousers underneath, looking at home casually.
He is a little different from his usual self, with a bit more sunshine and gentleness like the brother next door.
She realized what she was thinking and immediately shook her head to stop her thoughts. She was almost tempted by the beauty so early in the morning.
"Morning, are you making breakfast?" Yi Yao changed the subject to prevent himself from thinking wildly.
"I made your sandwiches and fried dough sticks, and heated up the milk. They will be ready in a moment."
Yi Yao was not polite to him. After all, she had eaten the food he had cooked before, and this meal was not bad. Besides, she was really hungry.
After a while, a sandwich, hot milk, and a shelled egg were placed in front of me. The food looked very good and was filled with the aroma of rice.
Xing Mu yawned and was picked up by the nanny and placed on the baby chair next to Yi Yao.