contract marriage, marry one get one free

Chapter 403
Le Yao carried a jug of water, and at the corner of the corridor, a small figure crashed into her arms, the jug in her hand fell to the ground, the jug shattered, and the water spilled all over the floor.

The little figure who caused trouble was so frightened that he cried loudly.

Panicked, Le Yao hurriedly picked her up, checked her body, and was relieved to find that she was not burned, "Hey, don't cry."

The little girl was twitching, and gradually stopped crying. Her originally fair face, after crying for a while, turned into a pretty face, but her beautiful eyes like crescent moons shocked Le Yao slightly. After a few seconds, she couldn't come back to her senses, and with a trace of nervousness and uneasiness, she asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Doudou." The little girl said in a coquettish voice with a hint of crying. She was about four years old. She was obviously a girl, but her hair was cut short and she was wearing a very old gray coat.

"Doudou?" Le Yao repeated her name, her thoughts were tumbling, an inexplicable shock moved her, her eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Doudou, Doudou, where are you?" On the other side of the corridor, a grandmother in her 60s called anxiously as she walked.

"Hey," Doudou struggled out of Le Yao's embrace, "Grandma, grandma."

"Where did you go?" The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged Doudou.

That Doudou had clearly gone far away, but suddenly she turned her head and blinked her beautiful eyes at Le Yao. At the end of the corridor, she opened her lips and smiled at Le Yao.

The child's smile is innocent and tasteless, it's her smile that makes Le Yao stand there in a daze, lost for a while, if...

Ugh--

There are not so many ifs in the world.

What is gone is always lost.

My heart hurts.

Tears, but forbear in the eyes.

There was a pain in the finger, Le Yao looked down, but found that the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were scratched at some point, faintly, oozing blood.With a wry smile, she went to the boiling water room to find a broom, and cleaned up the broken kettle residues on the ground one by one.

On the balcony on the second floor of the hospital, Wen Yunting's slender and handsome figure stood quietly, quietly watching what had just happened, his heart ached slightly for no reason, he withdrew his strange emotions, but helplessly, his gaze But he followed Le Yao's thin back until he couldn't see her.

"So we, Young Master Wen, like this." Zhou Yang pursed his lips, looking at Le Yao's back with an unruly look, and hummed softly: "Well, she looks pretty good, but she's a little thinner."

Wen Yunting gave him a displeased look.

"Hey, just after Siyu left, you looked around?" Zhou Yang was not afraid of him, and still looked like he was not afraid of death.

Wen Yunting pursed his lips, his expression was not very good.

"Hey, I'm a patient." Seeing Wen Yunting's unfriendly appearance, Zhou Yang pointed to the left arm hanging in front of his chest with a white gauze, "A gentleman doesn't move his mouth." He clearly knew that Wen Yunting couldn't do it, but he He deliberately made fun of him.

"So what about the patient?" Wen Yunting hummed softly, deliberately reaching out to pull his left arm.

Zhou Yang thought he was coming for real, so he hurried to hide to the side, but unexpectedly, when he dodged, his injured left arm touched the wall, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Let's go!" Seeing his miserable appearance, Wen Yunting hummed faintly: "I have other things to do at night, so I don't have time to spend with you."

"Hmph, is this how you treat your cousin?" Zhou Yang was in severe pain: "Be careful, I'll tell my uncle."

"Go!" Wen Yunting said: "It just saves me trouble. I don't want to go to the hospital every day for nothing."

"You—" Zhou Yang couldn't help but kicked the door of the ward with his feet, but looked up and found that Wen Yunting's back was frozen on the balcony, with a trace of coldness in his eyes, Zhou Yang was puzzled, and looked in his direction , in the corner of the garden of the hospital, the girl I saw before was lowering her head and quietly wiping her tears. Beside her stood a handsome and elegant young man. While wiping her tears, he followed her thin body Take it into your arms and take care of it.

Anyone who sees this scene will think that it is the most normal comfort and embrace between lovers.

Zhou Yang looked at Wen Yunting, who had an unapproachable indifference on his face.

"Le Yao, it's okay, I'm here." Her tears made Ming Hao feel distressed. For the first time, he embraced her so boldly, "Uncle Le will be fine." He comforted: "How about we do it again?" A detailed examination, perhaps, this is just a misdiagnosis."

Le Yao shook her head, just shed tears. She has endured too much pressure and pain. Just now, when she came back from the boiling water room, she was stopped by the doctor. He took out the X-ray of Le Zhengming's chest and told Le Yao , Le Zhengming has a serious problem with his lungs.

Since Le Zhengming was hospitalized, he had a persistent high fever and persistent cough. The doctor did a comprehensive examination for him and found that there was a shadow on his lungs. The doctor said it very implicitly, but Le Yao knew that having cancer means dying.

She has already lost a lot, and she doesn't want to lose her only family member anymore.

Her thin shoulders carried too much.

Now, all she can do is hide in a corner and cry secretly.

And it was the only time that she didn't refuse Ming Hao's embrace.

Yes, she really longs for a warm embrace, one that can protect her from wind and rain.Although it was only a temporary dependence, it was better than her being alone.

*
The slow music sounded in the car, and Zhou Yang hummed softly to the beat, looking leisurely and content.

Ever since he came out of the hospital, Wen Yunting had a cold expression on his face. He stared straight ahead with his cold eyes, and his hands were on the steering wheel. He reached out and turned off the music.

Zhou Yang wanted to tease and quarrel with him, but saw that he was indifferent and refused to be seen thousands of miles away, so he shrugged his shoulders wisely, with an appearance of "not as knowledgeable as you".

*
Outside Wen's house.

"Get out of the car." Wen Yunting said without a trace of emotion.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhou Yang asked, "Aren't you going back?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Wen Yunting looked at Zhou Yang angrily, and the unbearable displeasure gradually expanded.

Zhou Yang curled his lips and opened the car door, but unexpectedly, his injured left hand touched the car door, and he jumped on the ground in pain.

Wen Yunting stretched out his hand to close the car door, and the car drove away from Wen's house in a hurry, but he, who was in a low mood, didn't look back.

Watching the car drive away in a hurry, Zhou Yang jumped angrily, "Huh, I value sex over friends, have a weird personality, and have a hard heart..."

"Whispering, what are you talking about?" Yu Peiling walked from the garden, she smiled slightly.

"Aunt Yu." Zhou Yang stopped muttering at the first glance, and smiled enough to fascinate little girls: "I didn't say anything."

"How's your hand?" Yu Peiling asked.

Zhou Yang slightly raised his left arm, which was tied with thick white gauze: "It's okay." Actually, it hurts like hell.

"Where's Yun Ting? Didn't he accompany you to the hospital? Why didn't you see him?" Yu Peiling was tall and well-dressed, and she was well maintained. Although she was 45, she looked like she was in her thirties. Women in their early years are generally fair-skinned and shiny, especially her pair of beautiful eyes, which makes people feel very friendly.

Zhou Yang could guess the source of Wen Yunting's displeasure with his toes, but he was not as careless and unrestrained as he was in front of Wen Yunting: "He has something to do and has gone out. Aunt Yu, I'm going back to my room first."

Yu Peiling nodded slightly: "Well, let's go. Just tell the nanny what you want for dinner, and you don't have to wait for us." Tonight, she will accompany her husband to meet an important guest.

After Zhou Yang nodded, he walked towards the main room of the Wen residence. Under the magnolia tree, he turned his head and saw Yu Peiling leaning over the car. He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips as usual. , It's not as difficult to get along with as the legend says, at least, he's quite used to living here.However, he had to sigh that this Xu Xian was more beautiful, more elegant than his aunt, and even more generous, because in Wen's house, there were still many places in Wen's house where there were photos of his aunt before she was alive. My aunt still cared about me back then.

*
The corner of Zuo Youqing's lips curled up, and she walked towards Wen Yunting with a confident smile: "Hi." Finally, she had a chance to be alone with him.

Wen Yunting was sitting in front of the bar drinking alone, turning a deaf ear to Zuo Youqing's frivolous calling.

Zuo Youqing was not displeased at all, but raised her eyes and looked at the bartender with charming eyes, her red lips bloomed: "I want a lady in pink."

The tall and handsome bartender smiled, showing his white teeth. On his chin, a light black beard made him look masculine. He began to mix drinks skillfully. In order to attract her attention, he made different tricks on purpose. As soon as the wine was mixed, a glass of wine was handed to Zuo Youqing.

"Cheers." Zuo Youqing winked at the bartender, but she held the glass and lightly touched the rim of Wen Yunting's. The crisp sound of the touch seemed so insignificant in the noisy bar.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yunting raised his head indifferently, and there was a icy coldness in his eyes that people couldn't get close to. His almost perfect facial features were close at hand, but he looked at Zuo Youqing with a coldness that made people suddenly feel cold: "Go away .” His indifferent and arrogant refusal seemed to allow no one to get close to him.

It's not the first time that Zuo Youqing, who has always been proud, has been rejected by him face-to-face. However, after being sought after by everyone abroad in the past few years, she felt a deep sense of depression in her heart. However, she was not angry, and He walked over slowly, shortening the distance between her and him, with a bit of ambiguity and a bit of teasing: "Yun Ting, you are drunk."

She leaned over slightly, and the skirt with suspenders and deep V-neck lined the curve of her chest beautifully. She has tried this way of seduction many times, and no man has ever refused her, at least, with such a long face Da, except for Wen Yunting, it seems that there is no second man who has refused her initiative to kiss, and this time, she believes that she will be able to conquer him.

The reason why Wen Yunting came to the noisy bar was just to use such loud noises to calm his depressed mood. Drinking alone in the noisy bar could make him forget his depression, but unexpectedly, Zuo Youqing appeared suddenly, and even Frivolously wanting to get close to him, there was a hint of cold aloofness in his thin lips, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Zuo Youqing's bare shoulders, at such a close distance, the strong smell of perfume on her body made him slightly She raised her eyebrows, but his lips moved close to her hair intentionally or unintentionally. The smell of hair gel in her hair made him a little sick and disgusted.

Zuo Youqing was overjoyed by his proactive embrace, she leaned her soft chest towards her with a hint of coquettishness, "Yun Ting." She put down her wine glass, stretched out her arms, and wanted to wrap her arms around his neck.Just when she was triumphant, she felt a cold stream of water in her chest. It turned out that he poured all the wine in his glass into her chest. She raised her chin slightly and looked at him, with confusion in her eyes, she said provocatively, "You are good or bad."

Wen Yunting had already withdrawn the hand that was holding her, his eyes and expression still carried the indifference of being thousands of miles away, the cup in his hand was already empty, he raised his thin lips coldly, and the cup fell to the bar in an uproar, From a complete body to many broken crystals, and he, a slender and tall figure, suddenly stood up, passed her, and walked towards the door.

"Hmph." Zuo Youqing was very angry. Being teased by him like this, her chest was wet and full of wine. She was slightly angry, "Wen Yunting!" And was distorted.

"Beauty, don't be angry, I'll buy you a drink." The tall and handsome bartender handed her a glass of wine again, his eyes, with an undisguised provocation, looked at her wet chest one slice.

A man's undisguised admiration will always make a woman's vanity inflate in an instant, and Zuo Youqing is no exception. Although her target tonight is Wen Yunting, the humiliation just now made her grit her teeth and feel angry, but , I didn't get the big meal, but there are delicious snacks, which are not bad.She raised one corner of her lips, and put her hands on the bar, letting the spring light on her chest bloom to its fullest. She stretched out her hand and slowly held the cup.

The bartender smiled evilly, but boldly reached out and took her hand on the glass: "Your clothes are soaked." Years of bar life, used to seeing all kinds of women, he made no secret of his purpose .

Zuo Youqing met his gaze, raised her chin proudly: "Do you have any clothes to lend me?" She likes this kind of straightforward provocation, and she likes such exciting feelings even more.And she was angry with Wen Yunting, why is he so confused?

"Of course." The bartender took out the glass in her hand, and gently hooked her palm with his fingers, but his eyes revealed his desire for more: "Come with me."

The storage room behind the bar, the door, can't cut off the noise of the bar outside, the dark space, the two of them are entangled with each other, there is no emotion, what they have is just a strong demand from each other, and Zuo Youqing, like every time in the past, loves each other to the fullest. release their own desires.This is the real her.

*
The summer night wind was blowing with uncontrollable heat, and there seemed to be heat in the air that could not be released, which was a harbinger of heavy rain.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Wen Yunting's tall and straight figure stood by the side of the street, as if he had lost his sense of direction.

He is not a man with conservative thinking, let alone Liu Xiahui.

But he is not a casual man.

Zuo Youqing, his college classmate, has an outgoing personality, just like she never hides her love and pursuit of him.

But he never liked her.

Is she not pretty enough?On the contrary, Zuo Youqing's beauty is ostentatious, standing out from the crowd.

But he has an inexplicable sense of rejection towards her.

If you don't like it, you don't like it.

He is a very healthy man both mentally and physically.When he was in the United States, there were many women around him, but every time he was happy with them, there would be boundless emptiness and sadness in his heart, so he never maintained a longer physical relationship with anyone.However, in addition to solving physical needs, he also has his own principles, that is, he does not touch his work partners, let alone his subordinates. Therefore, no matter how clearly Zuo Youqing hints and seduces, he will not let him go. He has the slightest temptation, even if it's just a game, he will avoid it.

He didn't know how long this emptiness in his heart would last, and he seemed to want to escape from such emptiness and helplessness.

*
Le Yao's tears fell on the test sheet, her hands trembled slightly, and her reddish eyes were full of tears.

fortunately.

fortunately.

Fortunately it was just pneumonia.

"The doctor said that Uncle Le will be discharged from the hospital in two days," Ming Hao sat beside her and handed her a tissue.

"Senior, thank you." Le Yao wiped the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She was crying with joy. In just one day, things turned around, and her heart rose from the bottom to the starting point.

Ming Hao was startled, and said awkwardly: "Thank me for what? I'm not a doctor?" Looking at her fair and thin face, his heart hurt slightly, and he wanted to make the atmosphere easier: "Don't cry, wait Let Uncle Le see it later, and think that I bullied you."

"In short, thank you, thank you for helping me take care of my father, and thank you for bringing me good news." Le Yao folded the test sheet and put it in his pocket, his eyes were slightly red from crying.But at this time, she became much more relaxed. Yes, the diagnosis of her father's illness made the burden on her heart very light.

It's just a two-day leave. When Le Yao walked into the cubicle of Times Ginza again, she suddenly felt that she seemed out of place.

In the position that originally belonged to her, Zhang Jingyu was sitting and busy dealing with work, and in the cubicle, there were busy figures of everyone. A hasty, customary smile.

Because of the autumn new product launch conference, Ye Hui, who had always been leisurely, became extremely busy. Except for a few chats with Le Yao in the morning, she was nowhere to be seen.

Sometimes, being idle makes people even more restless.

Especially, especially at this time.

*
Zuo Youqing, who was wearing a lotus-coloured professional attire, stood in the cubicle. She was tall and raised her chin slightly to look around, but she didn't see Zhang Jingyu wherever she looked.

It seems that the crazy exhaustion at the bar last night did not show on her face. She pursed her lips in displeasure and dialed Zhang Jingyu's cell phone, but a message came from the cell phone: "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please call back later." She was very annoyed, but time did not allow her to think about it, she said to Le Yao coldly: "The department coordination meeting will be held on the 5th floor in [-] minutes, you should take notes " Thinking of Wen Yunting's teasing last night, her dislike for Le Yao increased.

Having something to do all of a sudden, Le Yao, who was restless, regained her energy immediately, and didn't think too much about Zuo Youqing's attitude, but hurriedly took the shorthand notebook and followed Zuo Youqing to the stairs.

Prior to this, Le Yao would participate in and record the weekly coordination meetings of various departments. Afterwards, the meeting minutes would be made into documents and distributed, and the most important excerpts would be recorded for filing. But Le Yao's uneasiness disappeared.

With the arrival of the heads of various departments, the meeting also began.

Le Yao, who is usually good at shorthand, is struggling at this time. The index and middle fingers of her right hand were stabbed by the shards of the kettle in the hospital, and she is still tied with a Band-Aid. The wound is exactly where the pen is held. One word, the wound hurts unceasingly, even though it hurts, but she still listens carefully to everyone's speech, trying to record everything as much as possible, and as the non-stop recording, the pain between her fingers becomes more and more The clearer it became, the more obvious it became, and even the faster the words were written, the more painful she would feel.

"Mr. Wen?" Lou Mo's voice was modest and flattering. He usually looked serious, but now his chubby face was full of smiles.

The graceful sitting posture of Zuo Youqing beside her completely covered Le Yao's slender figure, but at this moment, Le Yao lowered her eyes, not looking at Wen Yunting who suddenly appeared in the conference room, knowing that she was with Wen's, she , It is impossible to avoid something forever, but she chose to be silent and avoid.

Wen Yunting and Cen Leng pursed their thin lips lightly, and spoke to Lou Mo and other department heads indifferently and indifferently. He looked at the people in the meeting room with deep eyes from an inaccessible distance.

Professional habits prevented Le Yao from ignoring every word Wen Yunting said, but his voice swayed in her mind, and then collided with the gentle voice in her memory... Something seemed to break in her heart Yes, it hurts slightly.

Wen Yunting picked up Le Yao's shorthand book without any warning. The red color on it made him a little startled. His eyes fell on Le Yao's drooping and silent face. In front of Le Yao, he ordered indifferently: "After the meeting, send me a copy of the meeting minutes."

A short episode ended in this way, the meeting continued, and every week, departmental coordination meetings were held. However, it seemed that there were still contradictions and conflicts between various departments that were difficult to modernize.A meeting started, and most of them argued and defended each other.

Until the end of the meeting, Le Yao was hesitant and contradictory. The thought of him wanting to read the minutes of the meeting made her feel nervous. She was a little scared, but she couldn't explain exactly what she was afraid of.

"After printing out the minutes of the meeting, ask Zhang Jingyu to send a copy to Mr. Wen." After returning to the cubicle, Zuo Youqing passed Le Yao arrogantly, and dropped this sentence coldly.

However, it was these words that relieved Le Yao of her heavy burden and made her feel a little more at ease. Enduring the pain in her fingertips, she printed out the minutes of the meeting and bound them as quickly as possible.

Le Yao breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang Jingyu's figure disappeared outside the glass door of the lattice room.

Not long after, Zhang Jingyu came back with an annoyed face. She had a round face before, but she became angry and looked more dull. She threw the folder in her hand on the desk: "Boss Wen asked you to one time."

Le Yao was startled suddenly: "Why?" Wen Yunting wants to see her?She was a little apprehensive, more uneasy.

Zhang Jingyu snorted, and said displeasedly: "How do I know?" As she spoke, she turned sideways and ignored her.

Her words made Le Yao stunned for a moment.

"Are you going up soon?" Zhang Jingyu saw that she was still sitting on the side, with an angry face. Just now on the eighteenth floor, Wen Yunting's assistant He Haotian looked at her with the meeting minutes, and then asked her a few questions, but, because She didn't take part in the meeting, so she gave a half-baked answer, and finally had to say that she didn't record it herself.

Then, He Haotian said seriously to let the person who actually took the record go up.Now, seeing that Le Yao didn't go, she was also a little worried, afraid that He Haotian would blame herself afterwards.And she was also thinking, could there be something wrong with the meeting minutes?She had just been transferred to the administration department, and she didn't want to be sent back to the secretariat for any mistakes.

Le Yao pursed her lips and drooped her eyes. Under Zhang Jingyu's constant urging, she walked towards the [-]th floor nervously.

"You made the record?" He Haotian looked at the slender Le Yao, and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He had seen her several times in the staff cafeteria, and had some impression of her slender and quiet figure, but never talked.

"Yes." Le Yao was a little anxious. Her anxiety was not because of He Haotian's questioning, nor was she worried about whether she would remember wrongly, but because she was afraid of seeing Wen Yunting. Give way.

"Did you also write the manuscript of Yuangong Tiandi?" Looking at her beautiful eyes, He Haotian smiled faintly. He likes quiet girls. In fact, he has been observing her for a while without knowing it. He went with Wen Yunting before After leaving the conference room, seeing her sitting behind the charming Zuo Youqing with her head down and her eyes down like an ostrich, I felt an urge to protect her.

"Yes." Le Yao replied.

"I've seen Garden Works World, your writing is good." He Haotian put the minutes of the meeting on the desk.

"Thank you." Le Yao replied absent-mindedly. She has been here for nearly 10 minutes. Why hasn't Wen Yunting appeared yet?

He Haotian also felt strange, why did Mr. Wen have to read the meeting minutes of the departmental coordination meeting?Moreover, someone sent a special copy up.However, according to his speculation, Mr. Wen just arrived at the company, and he just wanted to have a comprehensive understanding of the company's situation. He should have nothing else to do, so he never thought about letting her in to see Mr. Wen: "You go back first, later I will send the minutes of the meeting to Mr. Wen, and I will come to you if I have any questions."

His words immediately made Le Yao feel a lot more relaxed, her slightly tightened brows felt a little relaxed, she pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Assistant He." It turned out that she was nervous for nothing.

"What's wrong with your hands?" He Haotian found the band-aids on her right index finger and middle finger, and there were faint bloodshots.

Le Yao hid her hands behind her back, the pain before was nothing compared to the ease at this moment: "It's okay, I accidentally got stabbed."

When she walked out of the access control system on the [-]th floor, the depression in her heart was finally released. She let out a long breath and put her hands on her chest. Fortunately... Fortunately, he was not there.There was a burst of relief in her heart, and this burst of relief resolved her gloomy emotions for many days.

Wen Yunting stopped behind the tall Lucky Bamboo, and suddenly there was an unprecedented surprise in his eyes, and a strange feeling in his heart.

Just now, I just happened to hear the conversation between He Haotian and Le Yao, but it was enough to shock him to the point where he forgot everything.

because……

That slender woman's voice was surprisingly similar to his dull, that little fool's voice.

(End of this chapter)