Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 23
Su Anqian was stunned by this sudden movement, she didn't know where to put her hands, she just held onto the bag tightly.

"I didn't know you would pass." After a while, the man said in a low voice.

The main reason is that Yan Xijue didn't know that she specially prepared a birthday dinner, and he never told her about his birthday.

She finally had a conscience about this matter tonight, and at a certain second when he left the Imperial Garden, his heart was surging.

Su Anqian raised her face slightly and looked at him quietly for a while.

Then he moved his hands away from him, with a calm expression, "I'm sorry, I exceeded the rules."

She is no longer a little girl. She has been with Ye Ling for four years and knows what feelings are like, but she seems to have forgotten her situation, and it is just a little throbbing.

Hearing her words, Yan Xijue suddenly darkened his face, and looked at her fixedly.

But she took a step back slightly, "Miss Ke seems to have drunk too much, you should go back and take care of her, I'm fine."

"You don't need to tell me who I should take care of." Yan Xijue's face became more and more gloomy.

Su Anqian didn't know what else to say, so she just said softly, "I'm really sorry if I interrupt your date."

The man just stood there, staring at her sharply, "Su Anqian."

His voice was dark and cold, and already contained many dangerous elements.

But she only pursed her lips, and then forced a smile, "I'm going in."

During the speech, he really turned around and raised his hand to open the door.

The moment the door opened a gap, the man behind him suddenly approached, pulling her back with a force.

"Tap!" Her bag fell to the ground, and the door behind her was pulled shut by Yan Xijue, pushing her against the door, with a gloomy face almost dripping water.

"Playing hard to get?" The man touched her thin lips and stared at her coldly, "Are you interested?"

Spend an afternoon preparing a table of dinner, and then show a ghostly ghost in front of him to whom?

Su Anqian couldn't move, she just frowned at him, "I didn't..."

Yan Xijue stared at her slightly improved brown eyes, and there was a warm teasing on his thin lips, "So standing here for a long time with red eyes, who are you pretending to show?"

After asking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised her face with his thumb and index finger.

"You didn't play hard to get, and you didn't pretend?" He suddenly opened his mouth, his deep eyes full of inquiry, "So, you treat me..."

"Yan Xijue!" She interrupted him abruptly, as if she was afraid of what he said, she struggled slightly, "Let go, my mother is waiting..."

"Qianqian?" Through a door, Fu Yan was disturbed by the sound of the bag falling to the ground and the door being closed forcefully, and walked out suspiciously.

Su Anqian's heart went "thump!", and she even held her breath, but when she looked up, it was the man's casual face, so she could look at her wholeheartedly.

For a moment, she almost cried, pushed him desperately, shook her head, "Please!"

The man lowered his brows and looked at her crying and begging, but he said coolly: "I don't see sincerity."

His strong arms held her still, showing no intention of leaving or hiding.

What do you want?

Su Anqian's heart almost jumped out, she could even hear her mother's footsteps approaching the gate getting closer.

It was also at that moment that she couldn't care about anything else, grabbed his skirt, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

There was the sound of the door opening next to my ears, and my body was also shaken and spun.

However, Fu Yan's expected screams or curses were not heard.Only then did Su Anqian slowly open her eyes, her face was pale, and her hands were still tightly clutching the skirt of his shirt.

After looking around, I realized that I was not in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)