Because the Jiayuan Club had mobilized its staff to clean up Black Sunday today, it had suspended operations. At this time, the people in Jiayuan had not yet dispersed. When they saw Si Yiyan, they all bowed and shouted, "Nine Young Master!"
Si Yiyan had no time to pay attention to them and ran straight towards the gate.
As soon as he walked out of the gate of Jiayuan, the biting cold wind blew on his body, his cheeks were scratched and hurt, and his ears were instantly stiff and cold. He, who had never been afraid of cold before, felt the bone-chilling cold for the first time. It seeped from his skin and flesh to his bones, and the breath in his nose was full of suffocating coldness.
The weather... is so cold!
He looked at the person not far away. How could he, so thin and frail, endure such cold weather
Thinking of this, he took bigger steps. His movements seemed leisurely but were actually full of urgency. His unbuttoned indigo windbreaker seemed to be carrying wind, frost, rain and snow, fluttering with his footsteps.
Wen Xinya, who was jumping to keep warm, suddenly stopped her movements. Her thin back suddenly straightened up, and the beautiful lines of her back tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She did not look back, but slowly stood up, but her ears, red from the cold, listened intently to the sound of the wind he brought with him as he walked towards her, and his slightly heavy but extremely anxious footsteps.
She was locked in the room by Gu Junlin, but thinking about Si Yiyan's news, she picked up some self-taught skills she had learned when she was hanging around on the streets, pried open the window of Gu's house, climbed out of the room through the window, and then climbed over the high wall to leave Gu's house.
Knowing that the police had been involved before, Wen Xinya dared to go to Black Week and Jiayuan so blatantly. She was not like the Gu family, who were afraid of being implicated by these forces.
She asked Gu Junlin for help because the Gu family had connections in this area, and she could get more information more smoothly.
She went to Black Sunday first. Black Sunday was guarded very closely. Looking at the calm and solemn faces of those people, she keenly felt that the overall situation had begun to be settled. Jiayuan Club became the final winner. From tomorrow, Black Sunday would probably become history.
It would be useless even if she waited on Black Sunday, so she came to Jiayuan again. If Si Yiyan was really in Jiayuan, then she would definitely be able to see her.
As it turned out, she guessed correctly.
In fact, she believed in him in her heart. She believed that even if he was involved in an ambiguous relationship with Black Sunday and had an unpredictable relationship with the Jiayuan Club, facing such a power purge, he would be the final winner.
But she didn't understand Si Yiyan's world at all. In her eyes, it was full of unknowns and dangers. People were afraid of the unknown, so the four words "care leads to confusion" interfered with her judgment and thinking all the time, making her confused and lose her composure, and do things that even she thought were stupid!
Sit back and wait!
It's really ridiculous behavior.
But she enjoyed it!
Even though it was stupid, she was willing to do it when Si Yiyan was unaware of the danger, as if such behavior could dilute her inner anxiety and uneasiness.
At this moment, she heard his footsteps, each one as fast as the wind and full of power, as if he was covered in blood and gore, yet still walking calmly, and she felt a surge of joy in her heart.
Si Yiyan strode up behind her, took off his windbreaker, draped it over her shoulders from behind, and instantly hugged her whole body.
His large clothes set off her thin skinny figure. The big windbreaker wrapped her tightly, reaching her calves. The familiar warmth surrounded her whole body, and she felt peace and joy in her heart.
"Are you still cold?" Si Yiyan hugged her in his arms and gently rubbed her temples and ears with his cheeks. Her ears were frozen red and purple, and extremely cold to the touch. The cold feeling spread along his cheeks to his whole body, and he felt that the blood in his body was almost frozen.
"It's not cold! It's very warm." His body temperature is so real, so my heart is warm.
As soon as she finished her words, her nose felt itchy and Wen Xinya couldn't help but sneeze.
Si Yiyan turned her body over. Because of sneezing, her red eyes were full of moisture, like a beautiful ruby, crystal clear and gorgeous, emitting a brilliant and pure light.
Wen Xinya stretched out her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, sniffed her nose and said, "My nose is itchy and uncomfortable!"
Si Yiyan suddenly picked up Wen Xinya and walked towards the gate of Jiayuan Club. As he walked, he said lovingly, "It's so cold, why didn't you put on more clothes before running outside? What if you get frozen and sick?"
Wen Xinya put her head on his shoulder and whispered, "I forgot about it when I came out!"
She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn when she had a small gathering with Zhou Tianyu and the others. When she returned to the Wen family, she was thinking about Si Yiyan and forgot to put on more clothes. After going to the Gu family, she left her hat and scarf there.
Si Yiyan held her with more strength. However tightly he held her, she was still so light, and could not be compared with her weight in his mind. "I will be fine!"
"I know!" Yes! She knew what kind of man Si Yiyan was. How could she not know that he was a man with the ambition to wipe out the world! Even if Black Sunday's background was mysterious, he could escape unscathed even in the political turmoil of Country E, known as the "King of War", so how could he be defeated by Black Sunday
She also realized today that it is difficult to distinguish between people's reason and emotion, and she... keeps crossing the line between reason and emotion.
"You know..." He didn't continue the rest of the sentence, but sighed heavily. He still underestimated the woman he liked. She was not only smart and tough, but also gentle. For the first time, he felt that his vision was so good.
Wen Xinya gently rubbed his chest, her voice soft and coquettish, "It's all because of you that I caught a cold. My nose hurts so much. You have to take care of me."
"Okay!" Si Yiyan answered in a low voice, his voice was low and hoarse, carrying deep emotions that he himself was not aware of.
Wen Xinya continued, "I'm very difficult to serve. I don't like injections, so you have to feed me medicine. I don't like the heater to be turned on too high at night, and I like to sleep with the window open. I like to kick the quilt, so you have to cover me with it. And when I'm sick, I like sweet porridge, so don't be impatient."
"Okay, I'll make it for you myself." Si Yiyan's voice was extremely soft.
Wen Xinya pouted and said, "It's not ordinary sugar porridge. It's made with glutinous rice and coix seeds. You have to cook it until every grain of rice blooms and the fragrance is diffused. When it's soft, sticky and sticky, you pour finely ground red bean paste on it as a topping. You also have to add some osmanthus honey on top to make it even sweeter."
Sugar porridge is extremely time-consuming and laborious to prepare, and Wen Xinya was deliberately making things difficult for Si Yiyan.
She had long forgotten when she had eaten sweet porridge in her previous life, but she always remembered that sweet porridge was the only sweet taste in her previous life.