This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 227 The time is not up, I can’t say!

  In the evening, after Yan Shiqi went home, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and looked at the setting sun in the western mountains. She leaned against the window and called Liu Qing after thinking about it.

   On the phone, she euphemistically expressed that she could not set off to the Imperial Palace on time due to private affairs, but would rush over early on Thursday morning.

  Liu Qing didn't say much, but agreed to her request with a smile, and said that someone would be arranged to pick her up at the station on Thursday.

  After finishing the call, Yan Shiqi's eyes appeared a little blurred.

  She looked at the darkening sky outside the window, gradually weaving the handsome and delicate face of a man in her eyes, and she faintly looked forward to the day after tomorrow.

  In the next two days, Yan Shiqi was very busy.

  Different from the rush of work arrangements, she is very busy and mysterious.

  Even the man returned home at night without seeing her.

  Even if I asked Lin’s wife, I didn’t know where she went.

  Qin Baiyu felt weird. He had all her notices and arrangements. Recently, because he was leaving for the Imperial Capital, Tiancheng did not arrange other work for her except for the charity dinner.

  ……

  At midnight on Tuesday night, Yan Shiqi dragged his body back to Linhu Bay with exhaustion.

   entered the door, she put down her handbag and raised her hand to rub her sore shoulder.

  Weary and entered the unlit living room, dimly dim, with only a wine cabinet on the side with a few light strips on.

  She glanced at her casually, and when she walked to the stairs, she felt something was wrong again, and there was a hint of cigarette smell in the air.

   Stopped and stood still, she cast her eyes to the window again.

  This time, she saw it clearly.

  The image of the man standing alone at the window is the pine and cypress that blends into the night, standing tall and slender, calm and quiet.

  He had smoke between his fingertips, burning sparks that were extinguished, a pair of bright pupils gleaming in the drowsy living room, reflecting the bright stars outside the window, this scene trembled the tip of her heart.

  Yan Shiqi glanced at the phone subconsciously, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night, he was still not asleep?

   "Why haven't you rested yet?"

   Using the light of the phone screen, she walked in front of him step by step.

  As we approached, the smell of smoke became stronger and more choking.

The man poked the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray at random, and saw her tired face by the moonlight outside the window, raised his hand to smooth her frowning eyebrows, and asked in a dumb voice: "Why come back so late? ?"

  Furthermore, Mu Yi has not yet followed.

  He was a little worried.

  Yan Shiqi took his hand and shook it in front of him, "It's just... I went to sing with Feifei and the others, so I came back late."

  She spoke very seriously, and she almost believed it.

  The man didn't ask much, and pulled her upstairs together.

  In the bright light of the second-floor corridor, Yan Shiqi walking behind him, saw that the man was still dressed in shirt and trousers, "You have been waiting for me?"

  She clearly sent a message telling him not to wait.

  He didn't even change his pajamas, just waiting for her in the living room?

  Thinking about this, Yan Shiqi feels distressed.

  But the time has not come, and she can't tell the truth.

  The figure of the man walking in front is arrogant and arrogant, and when he leads her into the master bedroom, his voice is low, "No, it's not long after work."

  She didn't believe this.

  Just now, she looked at the ashtray, and the cigarette butts in it were almost full. It was obvious that she had been smoking and waiting for her.

  She sighed faintly, but in the end she said nothing.

  This night, Yan Shiqi, who was extremely tired, soon fell asleep.

  The man lying next to him withdrew his eyes from the phone.

  Mu Yi just sent him a message, reporting on Yan Shiqi’s movements today.

  The man put the phone on one side in the dark night, looking back at her tired face, a little distressed.

  What she was up to, he had faintly guessed, he concealed the light from the bottom of his eyes, a touch of helplessness spread on the tip of his heart, he hugged her in his arms with pity, and dropped a light kiss on her forehead.

  It will be updated in the early hours of this morning, and the other three will be posted in the daytime tomorrow. No need to wait. Look before 12 noon. good night.

  (End of this chapter)