An hour later, Su Yang came out of the bathroom. The cold and lonely feeling in the bedroom hit her, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Without dwelling on it too much, Su Yang turned off the light, threw back the quilt and went to sleep.

But after tossing and turning for many times, he still couldn't fall asleep. Su Yang felt a little irritated and sat up again, preparing to go out for a drink of water. Suddenly, he heard steady footsteps outside the room.

Gradually getting closer.

Su Yang knew that he was back.

Before she could react, the door was opened, and Su Yang's awkward look happened to bump into the man's inky eyes.

"Why are you back?" Su Yang quickly regained his senses, the panic in his eyes faded away, and a hint of coolness appeared in his eyes as he asked.

"If I don't go home so late at night, will I have to sleep on the streets?" The man looked at her with amusement.

"Aren't you going to pick up your childhood sweetheart?"

Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows and slowly approached her, his low tone revealing obvious teasing: "Hmm? Mrs. Rong is...jealous?"

"I'm not jealous, I just want to remind Mr. Rong that you are married now, and your childhood sweetheart is also a public figure. If someone with ulterior motives takes a picture of us and makes a big fuss about it, I will inevitably be implicated. This kind of scandal is troublesome in itself."

Her tone was very cold, as if she was an outsider reminding him kindly.

"Ni Sangwan and I are just friends."

Su Yang keenly noticed how he addressed her and added her surname.

"Friends are good, more stable than husband and wife, and they won't run away when disaster strikes." Her almond-shaped eyes swept over him calmly, and she turned and walked to the edge of the bed: "You don't have to explain anything to me deliberately. Our marriage has no emotional foundation, so it's naturally not as good as your childhood sweethearts. But, I hope Mr. Rong will not forget that he is a married person, and be careful about everything."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tall black shadow came up, and an arm passed through her waist. The next moment, he grasped her slender waist, and his strong chest with the scent of ancient wood hit her beautiful back.

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a bunch of elegant and beautiful champagne roses appeared in front of him, and a hoarse and mellow male voice flowed by his earlobe.

"Well, Mrs. Rong taught me that."

Su Yang's heart felt slightly numb, and he said calmly: "I dare not teach you a lesson, I just want to remind you."

"Well, Mrs. Rong reminded me of that."

"…What does this flower mean?"

"Does it look good? This is the first time I buy this thing, so I don't know much about it. The boss lady recommended it to me and said it's the most suitable gift for my wife." Rong Zhan rested his chin on her shoulder and spoke seriously.

The dim room was silent, with the sounds of their breathing rising and falling and interweaving with each other.

His words were like a clear spring in summer, flowing into her heart, sweet and refreshing.

"Don't like it? Then throw it away..." Seeing that she didn't respond, Rong Zhan frowned and pretended to throw the flowers away.

Su Yang quickly took the flower, and couldn't help but smile: "I don't dislike it..."

"So you like it?"

"Thanks."

This was not the first time she received flowers. Tao Anwen and Li Chengnian had given her flowers on her birthday or certain holidays in the past, but those moments were completely different from now.

She might have felt happy before, but now when she saw this bouquet of champagne roses, her heart was wrapped in the sweetness with a pink scent, and she couldn't extricate herself from it for a long time.

"Are you still angry now?"

"I'm not angry."

Su Yang raised her eyes and explained seriously, but she felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. A suspicious blush appeared on her cheeks, and she changed the subject: "So... you didn't go to pick up Ni Sangwan?"

"I let Qin Yu pass."

In fact, he was skeptical about what Ni Sangwan said about the driver drinking, but because they grew up together, he did not expose her directly.

Her eyes were half closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently. Under the dim floor lamp, her pretty face, stained with red, looked even more delicate and charming, and her white collarbone had a graceful line.

She was wearing a white silk suspender nightgown, and through the fabric, the man's plump fingertips seemed to be able to caress her delicate and soft skin.

His dark pupils were covered with turbidity, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his slender fingers gently hooked her chin, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Su Yang's heart trembled, and her hands holding the bouquet tightened involuntarily, and her whole body leaned softly against him.

The bouquet of flowers was placed between the two of them. When Rong Zhan held her in his arms, she seemed to be pricked by the flowers and hissed in pain. Rong Zhan frowned slightly and glanced at the bouquet of flowers.

I was just happy that I had appeased my wife with this bouquet of flowers, but now I felt that the flowers were a bit redundant, so I simply snatched the flowers and threw them aside.

"Why……"

Su Yang looked at the bouquet of flowers being thrown away, feeling inexplicably distressed and subconsciously wanting to pull away to pick it up.

But just as his body left, he put his arm around her waist again, pressing her back, and her lips felt cool again. A hoarse male voice murmured in her ears: "It's not too late to pick it up tomorrow."

It was night, thick and hazy...

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The next morning, Su Yang was woken up by a call from Zhuang Tong. He looked at the time and found that it was already nine o'clock.

When she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she frowned at the pain in her waist. The scene of last night's rain and rain appeared in her mind. She bit her lip lightly and cursed Rong Zhan in her heart.

After a simple wash, she changed into a black knitted irregular collar short-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue high-waisted jeans, revealing a little section of her slender waist, looking intellectual and a little sexy. Her hair fell on her shoulders in waves, and her pretty face was painted with minimalist and exquisite makeup.

She picked out a pair of simple and low-key earrings and put them on. After looking in the mirror and finding that they were normal, she carried her black handbag and left the bedroom.

"Ma'am, you are awake. Is breakfast still hot?"

"Yeah, hot."

Su Yang simply drank two mouthfuls of porridge. As time was tight, she responded casually without any time to care. After wiping the corner of her mouth and preparing to leave, she found that Mrs. Luo was holding a transparent vase with the bouquet of champagne roses that Rong Zhan bought for her last night.

“This flower…”

She was obviously stunned. She had just gotten up in such a hurry that she had forgotten about the flower.

"My husband gave it to me. He asked me to find a nice vase to put it in. I think it's for you, my lady." Mrs. Luo smiled naively and held up the vase. "What do you think of this vase, my lady? I don't have much taste, so I don't know if it's pretty."

Su Yang glanced at the elegant bouquet of roses, her lips curled up slightly, and she nodded: "Well, it's pretty."

"Where do you think it would be best to put this flower, madam?"

Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Put it next to the white magnolia vase with peach branches in the basement!"

(End of this chapter)