Behind the teacup is Yan Zheng's smiling face, which is like a newbie in spring mountain, and his eyes that are full of spring breeze and willows.

"Honey, have you finished talking to them?" Yan Wanwan took the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip.

Yan Zheng nodded, "There is nothing to talk about."

Yan Wanwan's eyes turned around and saw the people on the other end talking. Looking here, everyone's eyes were filled with smiles, "What should my husband do to get out?"

"The two paintings on both sides were painted earlier, so I just asked them to send two of them back. Because of this, President Qin was generous and allowed us to go to the back mountain to have a tour tomorrow. My wife was afraid that the back mountain scenery of Xueliu Village was unique, especially there was a Yuquan, Bai Lian fell off the cliff, and Yu piled up snow. It was the most famous. However, this back mountain is generally not open to the public on weekdays. We have a rare opportunity, so we must enjoy it tomorrow." Yan Zheng smiled so hard that he was very excited, with a faint expectation in his tone.

It seems like he really came to this villa just to have fun.

Yan Wanwan's eyes flashed for a moment, and he leaned over to him, lowered his voice and said, "But what if Brother Lu's place is not going well today?" They came to the villa not just for fun.

"Use the same trick again, and the effect will always be discounted." Yan Zheng replied with a chuckling.

Yan Wanwan didn't know what he was selling in the gourd, but just looked at his little painted eyes as if a hint of cunning seemed to pass through his eyes.

"Oh! Brother Lu, you haven't seen me for the past half day. Where have you been?" Yan Wanwan was stunned, but suddenly heard Qin Sihai's laughter.

My heart moved slightly, and when I looked back, I saw that Lu Heng and Huang Ye came from behind.

Lu Heng smiled and said, "I am a rough man and don't like those books and paintings, so I can only go around. Fortunately, the scenery in your Zhuangzi is good, so it's not boring."

Qin Sihai looked at Xiangye, who was one step behind him, and a tacit smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This Zhuangzi belonged to him, so how could he not know that Lu Heng had indeed wandered around for half a day, and was with Mrs. Song from Chunzhi Pavilion. With a beautiful woman, he would not be bored. But Qin Sihai was sleek in his work and naturally he would not say some words.

But there are many eyes in this villa, and Qin Sihai is not the only one who knows about Lu Heng and Huang Ye traveling with each other. Everyone's eyes were full of deep meaning when they looked at them.

However, Lu Heng looked cold and cold, and didn't care at all.

Huang Ye also had a dull expression. She walked past the man who was narrating these words and walked directly to Yan Wanwan and sat down with her. When she met Yan Wanwan's gaze, she shook her head slightly.

Yan Wanwan's heart suddenly sank, and she couldn't taste the wonderful operas in the stands any more.

At the end of the song, the people left, and the few returned to Qingmeng Xiaozhu. Yan Wanwan had already cheered up again and smiled and encouraged everyone, "If that thing is so easy to find, it wouldn't have been hidden for so many years. It doesn't matter if you can't find it today, we will continue tomorrow."

Lu Heng glanced at Yan Zheng, and Huang Ye lowered his eyes, neither of them spoke.

Yan Zheng still looked calm and composed, "Okay, everyone has been tired for a day and it's late at night, so I'd better go back and rest first. Let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow."

Lu Heng and Huang Ye naturally had no objection. They both stood up and left with a "hmm".

Yan Wanwan was still a little melancholy, and looked at the flashing candlelight and sighed, "If I had known, we should have gone to find something. Compared to us, it was strange that they both acted together." Sometimes, the name of a couple is very useful.

"If it were us, I was afraid that someone would be followed everywhere, so what else would I find?" Yan Zheng replied with a smile.

Yan Wanwan thought about the people's admiration for his calligraphy and painting, and when he remembered the grand scene in the garden just now, he could imagine the scenes he said. The scenes appeared vividly in his mind. She seemed to have accidentally married an idol... She smiled and admitted that she was thinking too much. Although Lu Heng and Huang Ye were not the best combination, it was at least much easier than them.

However… “Brother Lu is that identity, and the relationship between Huang Ye and Hong Xuanzhi can’t be hidden from anyone who is interested. I’m afraid that some people have already seen the clues and will suffer trouble.”

Her meaning was naturally understood, but she still looked elegant and calm. "There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain, so you don't have to worry too much."

He was very heartbroken. Yan Wanwan raised her eyelashes and glanced at him. The state of mind that was still unchanged while Mount Tai collapsed was also worth learning from her.

"It's getting late, my wife goes to wash and take a break soon! No matter what tomorrow, you have to keep your energy in order to have the energy to deal with it."

Yan Wanwan nodded, took his bed clothes and went to the clean room behind him.

After she finished washing up, she changed into her bedding and came out of the clean room, Yan Zheng took her bedding and went in.

The mountains were quiet, and Yan Wanwan stood by the window, facing the faint fragrance of flowers and tide night wind outside the window, and could clearly hear the sound of water coming from the clean room behind him. It was obviously very cool, but he felt that his skin was inexplicably hot and something was wrong all over his body.

It's really strange. Is it because he was washing up in the clean room she used? Or because he changed the same place? It's not the first time he's living in the same room, nor the first time he's sleeping in the same bed. Why do he feel that it's a little different from the past?

Just as I was feeling uncomfortable, the sound of water in the clean room stopped. After the rustling sound, the door of the clean room was opened, and the sound of footsteps that were becoming more familiar came out of the clean room.

Yan Zheng has already come out of the clean room.

Yan Wanwan didn't look back, but quietly tensed her nerves and almost pricked up her ears to listen to the movement behind her.

She didn't know why she cared so much, but listening to the footsteps from far to near behind her, she felt that the string in her heart was tensing quietly.

But the footsteps suddenly stopped, not far behind her. Then, it quietly fell silent, without a trace of sound.

But he did not leave, she could feel the eyes he cast on him, like a net made of silk covering her tightly with nowhere to escape.

But there was no sound behind her, as if it was just her illusion.

What's going on? She frowned suspiciously, and was about to look back, but her whole body suddenly became stiff. The scorching breath with rosin burned her neck and ears. Yan Zheng had come behind her at some point, stretched out his arms and supported it on the window sill in front of her. Neither his chest nor his arms were touched, but he trapped her firmly in his arms. The faint rosin on his body was as clear as a shadow, and it could not be removed.

"My wife..." His voice was low and hoarse, with two points of lazy charm, like a mi sound, making her rush all over her body in an instant. "Wanwan..." The call seemed to sigh, "Is the wound on your arm healed?"

Yan Wanwan was slightly stunned. The wound was a taboo for tacit understanding between them. Since that day, they have been deliberately forgotten and no one has mentioned it again.
Chapter completed!