After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

In the second half of the night, Wen Yuan was awakened by thirst.

He was naked, and he didn't know where his pajamas had gone. He wanted to get out of bed to find water, so he had to grab a piece of clothing and put it on. Qi Jinran was sleeping soundly beside him. He didn't want to disturb him, so he got out of bed secretly, and found a bottle of mineral water in the small refrigerator beside the bookcase by the dim moonlight coming in through the window.

I just opened the bottle cap of the mineral water, and when I was about to drink it, the bedside lamp turned on with a snap. Qi Jinran sleepily leaned on the pillow and looked at him puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty and want to drink water." Wen Yuan was embarrassed. He still woke Jin Ran.

"you…"

Qi Jinran wanted to say something, but after seeing his appearance, a strange light flashed in his black eyes.

Wen Yuan was wearing his light-colored shirt loosely on his body, his long, straight legs were exposed like that, no shoes were on, and he stepped on the carpet barefoot.

"Don't drink ice, there are room temperature ones on the bookcase." Qi Jinran's voice was hoarse.

"Oh oh."

Wen Yuan put the bottle of ice mineral water back, and sure enough he found normal-temperature mineral water on the bookcase. He drank half the bottle in one go, only to feel that the thirst in his throat was completely satisfied.

"Sorry for waking you up."

Wen Yuan returned to the bed, looking a little guilty.

"nothing."

Wen Yuan got into the quilt, only to realize that he was still wearing Qi Jinran's shirt, his face suddenly turned red, just as he was about to unbutton and take it off, Qi Jinran suddenly leaned over and looked at him with dark, lustful eyes.

"Don't take it off."

Soon, Wen Yuan understood what he meant. Qi Jinran turned off the bedside lamp, put it on him again, pressed the back of his neck, and kissed him down from his ear... After a while, the shirt on his body became wrinkled, and its original shape could no longer be seen. .

All night indulgence/love.

When Wen Yuan got up, his legs were shaking.

The wolf/borrow in the room has not been cleaned up, clothes and socks are scattered on the ground, and the faint smell still lingers in the air. Wen Yuan was sitting on the head of the bed, thinking of some details of last night, he was so ashamed that he almost smoked.

He just woke up in the middle of the night and drank a bottle of water, but he didn't expect Jin Ran to press him again... and he was even crazier than the previous two times.

Is it because he was wearing his shirt?

While Wen Yuan was thinking wildly, the bathroom door slammed open, Qi Jinran leaned on a cane, changed into a new suit, and walked out from inside.

"I asked for a leave for you. You don't have to go to the on-site class today, just watch the recorded class video."

Qi Jinran lowered her head and tied her cufflinks.

"Sister Xue will come to clean up here later, you can go to the next door to rest first."

Wen Yuan is worried that he can't go to class in this state, because it takes several hours for a baking station, and his waist will definitely not be able to bear it. Unexpectedly, Qi Jinran has already asked for leave for him.

"Jin Ran, thank you."

Wen Yuan said sincerely.

Qi Jinran's eyes fell on the red mark on his neck, and he said uncomfortably, "There is medicine in the bedside table. If you feel uncomfortable, you can wipe it."

"Um."

Of course, Wen Yuan didn't want Xue Rong to catch him sleeping in Qi Jinran's room, so he changed his clothes and went back to his room. Although he had been close to Qi Jinran twice on the island, but at home, this was the first time... It was embarrassing to think about it.

After taking a shower, just after lying down on the bed for a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Wen, breakfast is ready, I'll bring it in directly, okay?"

Before Wen Yuan could respond, the door was pushed open. Xue Rong held a dinner plate and put the light salted bone vegetable porridge and Xiao Long Bao on the bedside table one by one, looking at him lovingly.

"Mr. Qi specially instructed before going to the company that if you feel uncomfortable, don't get out of bed. Let's eat in bed today."

"what?"

Wen Yuan never thought that Qi Jinran would still tell Xue Rong this.

Xue Rong was probably afraid of his embarrassment, so she left after breakfast. Wen Yuan was very hungry, smelled the aroma of the food, and couldn't take care of his face, so he picked up the porridge and started eating.

Mmm, it smells so good...

After eating breakfast and watching a movie in the room for a while, he couldn't be idle and wanted to go out for a walk. However, as soon as she left the room, Xue Rong's disapproving gaze swept over, making Wen Yuan unable to do anything, so she slipped into Qi Jinran's bedroom.

There are few things in his own room, and there are not many books. On the other hand, Qi Jinran's bedroom is almost equivalent to half a study. He took a random book from the bookcase, lay on the freshly changed sheets, and flipped through it.

When he opened it, he realized that he was picking up this oil painting appreciation, which also contained Qi Jinran's annotations. Wen Yuan stroked Qi Jinran's handsome handwriting on it, and somehow suddenly remembered the painting in the utility room.

What kind of person would he be who painted that picture for Qi Jinran? What is his status in Qi Jinran's heart...

When he was in a trance, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Zhang White.

- I heard that you are not feeling well today, so you didn't come to class. It doesn't matter, right?

Wen Yuan put down the album and replied, "It's okay, it's just a small cold.

Zhang Huai: I said last time I went to visit the store on the weekend, are you still going?

Wen Yuan: Of course I want to go, but I have to see if I'm free.

Zhang White: Tsk, don't you want to ask your husband's opinion? [Funny] Wen Yuan: How is that possible! It's because I'm planning a wedding recently, depending on the venue, and a few other things...

Zhang Huai: [White eyes] Don't show up, let me know if you can go, I'll set the time.

That being said, after Qi Jinran came back in the evening, Wen Yuan still asked tentatively, "Is there any plans for this Saturday?"

"What?" Qi Jinran squinted slightly at him.

Just as Wen Yuan was about to open his mouth, Qi Jinran simply said, "No."

Wen Yuan suddenly wrinkled his face and looked at him aggrievedly. He only has one day off on Saturdays a week!

"why?"

Qi Jinran took out two tickets from the briefcase.

"Yu Heng gave me a ticket. A French avant-garde painter is holding an exhibition for the first time in China. It is in Wancheng. I need to bring my partner to attend."

There is no requirement to bring a partner to this exhibition at all, and he made up the last sentence.

"All right."

Wen Yuan took the tickets and was a little distressed.

"But I don't know much about appreciating paintings..."

"Just to be nurtured. Don't you also need inspiration to make desserts?"

Wen Yuan felt that what he said was very reasonable, nodded and agreed.

Saturday afternoon.

Wen Yuan changed into a slim suit and went out with Qi Jinran.

Because the exhibition is not open to the public, there are not many people in the gallery. As soon as he stepped on the steps, Wen Yuan saw Yu Heng coming from the other side.

"Sister-in-law, long time no see." Yu Heng said with a smile.

Wen Yuan looked embarrassed, "Mr. Yu, stop joking."

Yu Heng is several years older than him, calling him sister-in-law? He can't take it.

"You're younger than me, it's really not right for me to call you sister-in-law." Yu Heng scratched his hair, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"How about I call you little sister-in-law?"

Qi Jinran's forehead twitched with blue veins, and looked at Yu Heng coldly.

"You're busy, aren't you? This is a gallery, be quiet."

"Okay, okay, stop joking about your wife."

Yu Heng shrugged and went to the main hall to look at the paintings.

The words "your wife" fell in Wen Yuan's ears, making his cheeks a little hot. He took a peek at Qi Jinran's face. The latter was concentrating on appreciating the introduction of the painter's life on the promenade.

Wen Yuan felt a lot more at ease and began to appreciate the paintings. He does not have as rich theoretical knowledge as Qi Jinran and understands various painting genres, but his perception of beauty is no worse than Qi Jinran's.

The use of light, the matching of colors, and the outline of lines in these paintings are very bold and novel, giving people a strong visual impact, no wonder they are called avant-garde.

On the way, Wen Yuan went to the bathroom.

He was still immersed in those paintings, and when he went in, he accidentally bumped into someone else's shoulder.

"Sorry." He quickly took a step back.

"Do you have eyes?"

The young man raised his face, and his handsome and fair face was full of impatience.

"Sorry, I will pay attention next time." Wen Yuan apologized again.

Ning Shu snorted coldly, didn't bother to bother with him, straightened his hair, and walked towards the corridor.

When approaching the main hall, Ning Shu stopped. Thinking of seeing Qi Jinran soon, his heart beat extremely fast, and the blood in his whole body was boiling uncontrollably.

Originally, the avant-garde painter did not intend to hold a solo exhibition in China, but he brokered the exhibition. Because he knew that Qi Jinran would definitely come to see such a rare exhibition.

Sure enough, Ning Shu saw Qi Jinran's tall and slender back across the heavy crowd. In an instant, countless memories rolled in like a tide, and his eyes were flushed, staring at the back without blinking.

For three years, he thought he could forget Qi Jinran, but now he found sadly that the man hadn't faded from his memory for a second.

In the crowd, Qi Jinran stood out as always, like a bright moon shining with cold light in the sky, I am afraid no one would have thought that he was disabled. How stupid was he in the first place to leave such a good man so ruthlessly?

Numerous complex emotions were churning in Ning Shu's chest, regret, unwillingness, guilt, excitement... He slightly clenched his fists, punched countless times, adjusted his expression countless times, just as he was about to walk forward, a figure brushed past him, He strode to Qi Jinran's side.

"Jin Ran, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"fine."

Qi Jinran looked at Wen Yuan, suddenly frowned, and reached out to straighten the slightly wrinkled collar of his shirt.

"Why don't you look in the mirror?"

"I didn't pay attention." Wen Yuan laughed shyly. He wears suits on few occasions and pays little attention to these details.

Feeling Qi Jinran's hand smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt, Wen Yuan felt warm in his heart.

"Do you want to eat later?" Wen Yuan suggested.

Qi Jinran could see at a glance what he was thinking.

"Want to go to Black Swan?"

He guessed that Wen Yuan was still thinking about the newly opened dessert shop.

Wen Yuan nodded, his black eyes flickering with anticipation, looking at him.

Qi Jinran smiled helplessly.

"Row."

"Jin Ran, you are so kind!"

In the corner, Ning Shu was leaning against the wall, still unable to believe his eyes.

Although Qi Jinran was facing him, there was a doting smile on his face, which he could see clearly.

Even when he was with him back then, Qi Jinran rarely showed such a completely relaxed and happy expression.

However, at this moment, he was facing another person with this expression...

Ning Shu's beautiful face began to twist, and his blood was full of enthusiasm, as if he had been poured over his head by a basin of cold water, and it was completely cool.

The author has something to say: the main meaning of the cannon fodder’s predecessor’s existence is to assist, everyone can rest assured that this chapter’s messages will randomly send red envelopes