Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

There was only a dim yellow lamp on the bedside left in the room. The warm light shone on the two of them, like a yellowed old photo, full of warmth!

Liancheng's elegant eyes were always looking at the clock on the wall. His hearing was so good that he could hear the sound of the second hand moving.

That weak sound was like a small hammer hitting Liancheng Yazhi's heart.

Today is the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are five days until New Year’s Eve!

He heard clearly the conversation between Rong Yan and Song Rou Ran, and he also knew that what Rong Yan said was deliberately induced by Song Rou Ran, but everyone knew that what Rong Yan said was all needles.

This was not the first time Liancheng Yazhi heard those words.

Although they had reconciled under various circumstances in the past few times, what Rong Yan didn't know was that the words she said tied a knot in Liancheng Yazhi's heart. Every time she said it, the knot became tighter until

, tied into a knot that can never be untied.

Liancheng Yazhi has been asking himself, what's the point of continuing to wait for a heart that will never come close?

Even if it really warms her up one day, so what?

Apart from this kind of relationship, is there any other possibility between him and Rong Yan?

The answer is no!

…

The clock was ticking, and Liancheng Yaya remained motionless. He told Rongyan that he wouldn't sleep, but he really didn't even doze at all.

Rong Yan slept very well and warmly in Liancheng Yazhi's arms. Such a warm embrace was something she could never even imagine. Now that she has it, Rong Yan actually wants to cherish it.

Therefore, even after she woke up, she didn't want to open her eyes, trying to lie to herself that she was still sleepy and needed to lean on for a while.

However, Rong Yan knew that all this warmth was rented, and used her body to rent this night of warmth.

The financial owner can push her over the cliff with just one word.

Although she provoked Liancheng Yaya's authority time and time again, it was because he was willing to indulge her. Once he didn't like it, she would be doomed.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, 1:50 in the morning.

Liancheng Yazhi shook his face awake, "Little fool, wake up..."

He shook several times, his face muttered, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Liancheng Yazhi closing his eyes again, burying his head in his words, and rubbing it a few times, "I'm so sleepy..."

The performance of her appearance made Liancheng Yazhi very happy. He pulled her appearance out, scratched her nose, and chuckled: "It's two o'clock in the morning, you don't want to watch the meteor shower anymore."

Rongyan looked sleepy, pouting and acting coquettishly: "But... I'm so sleepy..."

Her face was innocent and cute, like a little girl who didn't understand the world. Liancheng Yazhi felt soft, and they wrapped her up in a quilt together, "She is sleeping so soundly, you don't even know if I sell it, the young master will take it to you first."

Make some money!"

Liancheng Yazhi carried Rongyan all the way to the roof.

The villa in Liancheng's old house has a large roof, with an open-air swimming pool, tennis court, and leisure and entertainment facilities.

When they reached the top of the building, a gust of cold wind blew in. Her face was suddenly frozen and all the sleepyheads ran away. She shivered and shrank further into the cup.

He asked with a pitiful face: "Mr. Liancheng, are you really planning to sell me out while the night is dark and the wind is high?"

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[Actually, my sister’s writing is really not abusive. This is a necessary stage for the story to progress. Girls, please hold on~~]