Although Xie Zhuo didn't know what Xu Yan was going to do, he still placed his palm up in front of Xu Yan.

Xu Yan stared at his hand for a moment, then used his other hand to press his hand down a little, picked up the willow branch and whipped it into his hand.

The willow twigs were very soft and still had bright green leaves. I guess Xu Yan broke them at noon or in the afternoon. She was sitting down, so she couldn't exert much force and it didn't hurt her hand at all when she hit it.

It actually feels a little itchy.

"What's wrong?" Xie Zhuo lowered his voice a little, glanced down at the willow branch that had hit his hand again, and then looked up at Xu Yan.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Xie Zhuo asked.

Xu Yan had been quite indifferent to the teasing from Da Bao and Xiao Bao, but Xie Zhuo's question instantly soured her mood again.

That's so pretentious.

But I couldn't control it.

Seeing that Xu Yan remained silent for a while, Xie Zhuo pulled out the chair next to her and sat down beside her. "Who made you angry?"

“It’s you,” Xu Yan finally spoke.

"Me?" Xie Zhuo was very confused. He hadn't been home all afternoon.

“You’re so good-looking,” Xu Yan said, raising her hand to touch Xie Zhuo’s face.

Xie Zhuo was taken aback, then almost laughed.

Although recently, for some reason, many people have been praising him for looking better, he has always looked the same and has never changed.

Could it be that he looks better now that people know his family is rich?

So when many people said it, Xie Zhuo never took it seriously.

But Xu Yan...

She had said before that he was good-looking, and that was on the very day she said she wanted to marry him.

Xie Zhuo's expression softened considerably, a smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for the compliment, but you probably haven't looked in the mirror lately; you look even better."

As he spoke, he pulled Xu Yan's hand from his face, lowered his head and kissed her palm. "I never dared to dream that I could marry you."

Xu Yan had a lot to say: about Tian Fang's situation today, about the possibility that other people with ulterior motives might try to get close to him in the future, and... about her jealousy.

But now, seeing Xie Zhuo with his head down and his warm lips pressed against her palm, she couldn't say a word.

Let's talk about it next time it happens.

Xu Yan didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at the moment.

But the next second Xie Zhuo raised his head, staring at her with blinking eyes, and said, "You still haven't said why you're angry."

Xu Yan: "..."

In the end, Xu Yan didn't say anything. That night, Xie Zhuo held her in his arms and "tortured" her with kisses for a long time, but she still managed to hold back and not speak.

"You really won't tell?"

Xie Zhuo narrowed his eyes. His eyebrows and eyes were naturally aloof, but when he was with Xu Yan, he always smiled, which dispelled his indifference and added a touch of gentleness and consideration. At this moment, however, he also exuded an indescribable sexiness and roguish charm.

Xu Yan pursed her lips and turned her head to the other side.

Xie Zhuo chuckled at her cute little gesture, then his expression suddenly changed. He lowered his head, leaned close to Xu Yan's ear, and whispered, "Yan Yan, don't regret this, okay?"

Then, long, clean fingers pressed down on a certain spot.

Xu Yan immediately tried to dodge to the side.

But Xie Zhuo's presence enveloped her, trapping her in his embrace, preventing her from going anywhere.

"Aren't you going to tell me yet?"

Xie Zhuo asked slowly and seductively, his voice rising at the end, as if he were asking a question, yet also as if he didn't really want the person beneath him to answer.

Xu Yan is going crazy.

This man has so many novel ways of "playing"!

She felt like she had turned into a fish again.

Stranded at sea, it can only survive by relying on others.

Xie Zhuo kept his eyes downcast, his gaze lingering on Xu Yan. When Xu Yan finally couldn't take it anymore and slapped him across the face, he wasn't angry, but simply turned two fingers into three.

Xu Yan: "..."

Xie Laosan is not human!

Because Xie Zhuo had to go to work the next day, the two of them didn't argue for long and went back to bed around 10:30.

When Xie Zhuo got off the kang to wash his hands, Xu Yan was almost asleep and didn't open his eyes even as Xie Zhuo was wiping him.

However, when Xie Zhuo pulled her into his arms, she moved forward uncomfortably, but was pulled back in the next instant.

"You," Xu Yan turned her head, "why don't you go take care of this and come back later?"

"I'm not going," Xie Zhuo didn't move, squeezing onto her pillow. "It'll be fine on its own in a bit, go to sleep."

Xu Yan wanted to say something more, but seeing that Xie Zhuo had already closed his eyes, he didn't say anything more.

When Song Guangming arrived at the field the next day, he was thinking that there was no need to regroup. The arrangement from the previous day was fine, and everyone had worked together for a day to get used to each other, so the work efficiency would be higher.

Before the announcement was even made, Xie Zhuo approached him first, saying that he and Liu Mancang could work as a team, and that Tian Fang could help the others who were slower.

“You little rascal,” Song Guangming glared, “others can’t even get a group of three.”

“Oh,” Xie Zhuo nodded, “then now their chance has come.”

Song Guangming was momentarily speechless.

"Hey, Uncle Song," Xie Zhuo didn't mean to anger Song Guangming, so he lowered his voice and softened his tone, "What's the point of having a young lady standing between two grown men like us?"

“My wife and I are living close to each other and people are reporting us. Look at this, do they even care about their reputation?”

Song Guangming frowned; he hadn't thought about this issue before.

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