Su Nianqin was a little surprised and reached out to touch it, and it was clearly still wrapped well.
“Hehe…” Sang Wuyan burst into laughter, “Who made you make me cry and why didn’t you comfort me?”
"How can I comfort you? Should I say, 'Don't cry, don't cry, I'm just joking with you, I don't love you at all?'"
She clenched her fist and hit him in the chest, "Hate it!"
Su Nianqin took advantage of the situation and grabbed her hand, taking her towards the bedroom.
"You actually dared to tease me just now. Since you like watching so much, I will let you watch it slowly in the room."
Sang Wuyan would rather die than obey and struggled hard in his arms.
Suddenly, Su Nianqin's hands around Sang Wuyan paused and she stopped.
"Oh no, it really fell." Su Nianqin said without changing his expression.
Then, Sang Wuyan covered her eyes and screamed.
"I was just kidding, idiot." Su Nianqin happily kissed the tip of her nose.
"I don't believe you anymore." She still didn't dare to open her eyes.
He simply kissed her eyes again.
"I just want to verify whether you have really become bolder."
"The results of it?"
"Just right."
"You don't have to go to the company?"
"There are still things that are not completed. How can I bear to go out?"
"whats the matter?"
"Continue the wonderful work that was not completed last night."
She curled up in Su Nianqin's arms and fell asleep sweetly.
Then Su Nianqin's phone rang, most of the time it was Xiao Qin or the company calling him.
When she heard the phone ring, she woke up like an octopus, stuck to him and said, "Don't answer it. You are mine for the next 24 hours."
Su Nianqin rubbed her hair, turned off the phone obediently, and the first thing she did after getting up was to find a cigarette.
She snatched the cigarette box from his hand and couldn't help asking, "How did you get this habit?"
"I smoke when I miss you." He hugged her.
"You can't put all the blame on me," she protested. "Do you want to say that you drink every time you hate me?"
"You know all this?" He pretended to be surprised.
"Su Nianqin!" She said to him anxiously.
Su Nianqin smiled and hugged her and stopped joking with her.
He then buried his face in her hair and was silent for a long time, recalling: "After you left, I thought, although I am blind, I must do something to impress you and prove myself in front of your mother. As a result, when I first started to get involved in the family business, I knew nothing and couldn't even understand the contract. As a result, I ran into obstacles everywhere and messed up everything."
"Didn't your father teach you a lesson?"
"He's not afraid of losing money, he's just afraid that one day I won't be able to figure it out and quit."
Sang Wuyan smiled, it is really pitiful to see the love of parents in the world.
"Later, someone told me that drinking and smoking can relieve my worries."
"Those people are such bastards." Sang Wuyan said through gritted teeth.
"After I tried it, I found it really good, and drinking alcohol can actually help fight colds."
"… "
In the afternoon, he accompanied her shopping and eating. After returning to the hotel, Sang Wuyan took out the perfume she had just bought and sprayed it again and again until the cockroaches had to flee. Su Nianqin sneezed while listening to the news, but did not stop Sang Wuyan's nonsense.
Xiao Qin muttered to himself: It turns out that the boss just doesn’t like “others” using perfume.
The day for Su Nianqin to leave City B soon arrived.
Sang Wuyan still had nearly ten months of study to complete here, and Su Nianqin couldn't force her. Plus, this man hated flying so much that he wouldn't choose this mode of transportation unless it was absolutely necessary, so the task of meeting him naturally fell on Sang Wuyan, so that she had to go to City A at least once a month.
"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of flying." Sang Wuyan complained.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't like it." The man said stubbornly.
"Why don't you like it?" Women are always most curious.
"If I don't like it, I don't like it. Why?" Su Nianqin began to get impatient.
"Everything must have a reason." She insisted.
"Sang Wuyan!"
She saw Su Nianqin's face beginning to darken, so she stuck out her tongue and dared not talk to him anymore.
When they were not seeing each other, the only way they could communicate was by phone. The phone brought Su Nianqin's dominance to its extreme. Almost every night at nine o'clock, Sang Wuyan's phone would ring on time, and the call would continue until Sang Wuyan fell asleep. During this time, she was forbidden to go out and socialize except for talking on the phone with him. Of course, there were exceptions, such as when Su Nianqin had something to do at the company.
"This is not fair!" Sang Wuyan protested. Since a man can be called a tyrant, he should not pay attention to the opinions of women.
On Christmas Eve, the radio station's original special program was suddenly cancelled.
Sang Wuyan was determined to give Su Nianqin a surprise and bought a plane ticket in the afternoon.
She arrived at City A in the evening. It was snowing heavily, and it felt like Christmas. She took a deep breath of the dry and cold air. In order to facilitate work, Su Nianqin no longer lived in the original place and moved to a high-rise apartment in the city center. Yu Xiaolu could no longer take care of him after marriage, so the housekeeping hired a sister-in-law named Zhang to take care of the housework for him during the day and leave in the evening.
Sang Wuyan rang the doorbell a little excitedly.
Waited for a while. No one
Press again.
Still no one.
Sang Wuyan scratched her hair in frustration. Why didn't this man stay at home on Christmas Eve? She had no choice but to call him, but the call was not connected.
She sat down at the door in frustration. Someone was so romantic outside, setting off fireworks in the snow, making muffled noises. There was a Christmas gift for him in her handbag.
Where was he at this time? It was already nine o'clock and he still hadn't called on time? Was there someone working overtime on Christmas Eve? Or was he out doing some male entertainment? He was just letting officials set fires but not letting the people light lamps! The more Sang Wuyan thought about it, the angrier he got. He didn't care at all that it was because he hadn't informed him in advance and was launching a surprise attack.
There was no heating in the corridors of the apartment, and since it was a high-rise building, it was even colder at night. Sang Wuyan wrapped his scarf tighter, muttering: Why did he have to live in such a cold city, with no heating in the corridors
She even attributed this to Su Nianqin as one of her sins.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but my eyelids started to droop, and then I heard the elevator stop on this floor.
"Ding-"
Sang Wuyan was startled, rubbed his eyes, and saw the man walking out of the elevator alone.
"Su Nianqin!" Sang Wuyan called him with a pout.
"Wu Yan? Why are you here?" Su Nianqin was surprised.
"where did you go?"
"Just got off work." He looked a little tired.
"real?"
Su Nianqin seemed to understand a little bit, stopped taking out the key to open the door, turned her head and asked: "Otherwise or what?"
Sang Wuyan shrugged and said nothing.
“Why is the phone not working?”
"Maybe the signal is bad."
"Who are you with?"
"Xiao Qin." Su Nianqin confessed honestly.
"I'm a little envious of her." Sang Wuyan said a little sourly.
"I envy Cheng Yin."
Su Nianqin pulled her into the door and touched her cold hand.
"Look at what you've done to yourself? It's so cold and you don't even go downstairs to find a place to eat. Are you deliberately torturing yourself?" He rubbed her hands in his palms and then touched her face.
"I did it on purpose. To make you feel guilty." Sang Wuyan originally had a warm constitution, and his whole body was warm even in winter, but now his face was icy cold.
"I didn't do anything bad, so why should I feel guilty?" Su Nianqin said this, but she felt really distressed. "Why didn't you call me in advance?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"What day is today?" Su Nianqin thought hard.
"It's Christmas Eve."
"Hey - is this a holiday worth freezing you up like this?"
Sang Wuyan ignored him and put her hands into his coat and around his waist, "Su Nianqin, do you know that you are really annoying sometimes? You are unromantic, rigid, and not romantic at all. I really don't understand why I fell in love with you back then." Her face was buried in his chest, her voice a little muffled.
"Really? Why do I feel like someone is enjoying it?"
“You’re so conceited.” Sang Wuyan bumped her forehead against his chest.
After a while, Su Nianqin couldn't help but say: "Wu Yan..."
"What?" The heating in Su Nianqin's house was always sufficient, but she still greedily kept warm on him.
"You seemed to have taken off your coat as soon as you came in," he reminded her.
"Yes, there is heating at home."
"I'm still wearing it."
"I know."
"But I'm hot." Su Nianqin felt aggrieved.
Sang Wuyan couldn't hold back her laughter any longer after hearing this. She immediately pulled her hands out and hugged him tightly again from outside her coat, making him feel even more uncomfortable. "You deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve it..." Who told him to make her angry.
After making enough noise, Sang Wuyan complained that he was hungry and had not eaten dinner yet. The two of them went out hand in hand.
Sang Wuyan glanced at him while tying her scarf and smiled slyly, "Look how far-sighted you are. If you had known we were going out, you wouldn't have changed your clothes."
Su Nianqin pressed the elevator button in annoyance.
"What are we going to eat?" Sang Wuyan was longing for a Christmas dinner.
"Go..." He just said one word, and the only dim light in his eye sockets suddenly turned into darkness, and the elevator didn't move. He thought: Oops.
"What's going on?" Sang Wuyan asked nervously.
"The elevator has a power outage." He subconsciously grabbed Sang Wuyan's hand.
"How many floors are there now?"
"It seemed like the elevator didn't move at all just now, so it's still on the 21st floor." Su Nianqin replied.
"Nianqin." Sang Wuyan called him in the darkness.
"I am here."
"I'm scared." Her voice trembled a little.
Hearing the voice, Su Nianqin pulled her to his chest and said, "Don't be afraid, someone will be here soon." Although his eyes were sensitive to light, he felt comfortable in the dark. As long as the steel rope didn't break and the elevator didn't fall, it would be fine.
Sang Wuyan didn't think so.
"But it's late at night."
"Their monitoring room has people on duty 24 hours a day."
"What if that person took a nap?"
That's possible, Su Nianqin was also thinking this, but didn't dare to say it out loud. He felt that Sang Wuyan was very scared. She had always been timid and was particularly afraid of the dark.
So he had to comfort her: "No. Don't think too much, they will be here soon."
"I've encountered this situation with Cheng Yin before."
"What happened next? Did he go out after a while?"
"Then we, then she," she said incoherently, "then... we..."
Su Nianqin sensed that she was getting more and more nervous, so he changed the subject and asked, "What do you want to eat later?"
“Something spicy.”
"No, your stomach is not in good condition."
"Then let's have tomato and egg noodles."
"Why?"
"My mother would make this for me on cold winter mornings. The noodle soup was so warming to drink."
"Well, this will suffice," the tyrant promised gently.
Ten minutes later, the cold air from outside seeped in and it started to feel a bit chilly. Su Nianqin talked to her to distract her while unbuttoning her coat and wrapping Sang Wuyan warmly in it.
"Do you remember the MP3 you used before?" Su Nianqin continued to guide her to think in other ways.
"Well, it's just a bunch of random words."
"It was quite messy. There was the martial arts novel you read to me, your voice yelling at me, and..." Su Nianqin couldn't help laughing when she thought about it, "and the songs you sang." If that could still be called "singing".
"Isn't it just a little off-tune? How can it make you so happy?"
"If I were to sing the songs I wrote before to you, I would definitely not be able to send them to you even if I had to pay someone else."
"Su Nianqin, if you continue to discriminate against me like this, I will immediately sing a song for you on the spot."
"Don't! I still have to live in this building permanently. If someone asks me, I won't dare admit that you belong to me."
When Sang Wuyan heard these words, he was so angry that he poked his head out of Su Nianqin's arms and was about to bite his chin. At this moment, someone outside knocked with a tool, "Is there anyone inside?"
After a few minutes, workers pried open the door and freed them.
After coming out, even if Sang Wuyan was very hungry, he didn't want to go down to the 21st floor to eat and then climb up again.
After returning home, Su Nianqin took off her clothes, rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Sang Wuyan asked.
"I'll make you tomato and egg noodles."
Sang Wuyan's eyes widened. "Impossible, how can you cook?"
"Why is it impossible for me?" Su Nianqin asked back.
Later, Sang Wuyan excitedly reported the good news to his mother. He was startled when he heard her talking on the phone. After a long while, he said quietly, "When did I say I can cook?"
"… "
Men are really hard to deal with, Sang Wuyan sighed.
During the New Year holidays, the two made an appointment to go back and see Mother Sang.
Su Nianqin was extremely nervous. But he didn't expect that Mama Sang was very understanding and didn't give him any problems. It seemed that she had become more open-minded after experiencing the death of Papa Sang. Moreover, Su Nianqin covered up all his bad habits so that Mama Sang couldn't find any fault with him.
Sang Wuyan laughed secretly, "Aren't you quite arrogant? Why do you act like a mouse seeing a cat when you see my mom?"
"This is called the devil is always stronger than the righteousness."
Sang Wuyan bit him again when he heard it, "How dare you say my mother is a demon!"
Su Nianqin did not hide and let her nibble. "Actually, Auntie's nagging is very cute. It reminds me of someone."
"who?"
"My mother. She used to nag me like this when I was a child. I was very impatient at that time, but now when I think back on it, every little thing is so precious."
Upon hearing this, Sang Wuyan changed the bite into a light kiss.
"Don't worry, I will try my best to nag you in the future so that you can savor it every moment." Sang Wuyan said.
Su Nianqin's Adam's apple trembled and he laughed.
Suddenly he thought of something and took out a blue velvet box from his pocket.
"What?" Sang Wuyan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when he realized what was inside.
"Marry me." Su Nianqin opened the box, and inside was a pink diamond ring. His eyes were looking in the direction of Sang Wuyan, and his ink-like eyes were particularly deep.
"No!" said Sang Wuyan.
Su Nianqin frowned and said, "How dare you refuse!"
Sang Wuyan got angry, left his legs and stood up, "How can anyone propose like this?"
The two of them stayed at Sang's house on New Year's Eve. In the evening, Wuyan's third aunt, uncle, second aunt, uncle, niece and niece were all coming over to have New Year's Eve dinner. Mother Sang suddenly remembered that she hadn't bought soy sauce, so she asked Sang Wuyan to go buy it.
It was raining outside, but Sang Wuyan still wanted to drag Su Nianqin along, which made Sang's mother very annoyed just watching.
"Why did you call Xiao Su? There are so many people in the vegetable market, and his feet will be covered in mud." The mother-in-law was already speaking for her son-in-law.
"He's happy to serve you, isn't he, 'Xiao Su'?" Then she pinched his hand gratifyingly, meaning: If you dare to say no, I'll be angry with you.
Su Nianqin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and was in a dilemma, not knowing who to listen to.
Mother Sang took off her apron and left the couple to watch the pot at home. In the kitchen, there was a casserole pot with carrot and pork ribs, and in the living room, one could hear the boiling soup hitting the pot lid. The two of them didn't turn on the lights, and they were just arguing on the sofa, and then Su Nianqin suddenly came out with a diamond ring to propose.
“Even if you haven’t seen a pig run, you must have eaten pork.” Sang Wuyan was angry.
Su Nianqin narrowed her eyes. He didn't know what this marriage proposal had to do with eating pork. While trying to calm himself down, he kept repeating in his heart: Su Nianqin, you must be calm, generous, magnanimous, and tolerant. You can't argue with this woman.
Sang Wuyan paced back and forth and continued, "In the movies we watched before, the proposals were so romantic that they moved the audience to tears. In the movie we watched yesterday, the guy learned how to make his girlfriend's favorite tiramisu for a whole month, and then made one for her birthday with his own hands and put a diamond ring inside. When the girl took something out of her mouth and saw that it was a ring, he said, 'Marry me.'"
"Boring!" Sang Wuyan's wonderful fantasy was interrupted by Su Nianqin's sneering conclusion, "You're not afraid of choking if you swallow it."
"Can you be a little more romantic?" Sang Wuyan taught him.
"No. This is how it is for me." He looked like he had given up.
"Then I won't get married." Sang Wuyan announced.
"Don't even think about it." The tyrant grabbed Sang Wuyan's left hand who was standing in front of him, put it on her ring finger without giving her any resistance, then raised his head and kissed her fiercely.