Chapter 458: Describing the Days We've Been Together
"What should we do now? How about you send her back?" Wen Yan treated Ying Zhilin as a hot potato and wanted to throw him out immediately.
Aunt Shuang held her forehead and swayed: "I'm drunk too."
Qing He and Li Xia both stepped back. "We are both unmarried girls. How can we have too much contact with a married man?"
Wen Yan looked at Su He and said, "He lives at 'A Little Ink'. I'll call another carriage and follow yours, so we can go back together, okay?"
"But he hasn't lived in 'Yidianmo' for a long time." Su He explained quickly.
"Not living in 'A Little Ink'? Then where does he live?"
“After returning from ancestral worship, he moved to Huaihua Alley.
He said he could monitor the progress of the house renovations and make adjustments at any time if there were any areas he was not satisfied with.
"In that case, I'll take him back myself."
Wen Yan asked the restaurant to borrow a carriage to take Ying Zhilin to Huaihua Lane.
After getting on the carriage, Pei'er took the initiative to go outside to drive the carriage.
There were only Wen Yan and Ying Zhilin in the carriage.
"Madam, I feel dizzy." Ying Zhilin's face flushed and his body leaned softly against her.
Wen Yan pushed him away and let him lean against the car.
"I hit my head, it hurts!" Ying Zhilin groaned and stuck to him again.
Wen Yan had no choice but to let him go.
Fortunately.
There are few pedestrians on the street at night.
The carriage soon arrived at Huaihua Alley.
Pei'er got out of the car first to open the gate.
When Wen Yan helped Ying Zhilin in, they saw that the shabby courtyard had been completely renovated.
The beams and columns were replaced with new ones, and the doors and windows were freshly painted.
He also rearranged the yard.
On the left side of the yard is a grape trellis, with bunches of green grapes hanging on the trellis.
There is a stone table and a swing under the grape trellis.
It is exactly the same as Songshan Village.
Five steps in, there is a pond on the left, with beautifully shaped rockery around it.
There are lotus flowers planted in the pond, and the lotus leaves sway in the night wind.
There was a gurgling sound as a golden carp hid under the rockery. It poked its head out and looked at Wen Yan, as if asking, "Master, do you like it here?"
Ying Zhilin suddenly hugged Wen Yan from behind and said, "I arranged it bit by bit. Are you satisfied?"
When Pei'er saw this, she bared her teeth, then quietly left the yard and drove away in her carriage.
Ying Zhilin rubbed Wen Yan's neck, then buried his face in her neck and sniffed her scent hard.
Wen Yan looked at the scenery in front of her. It wasn't extremely beautiful, but it was all created by Ying Zhilin with great care.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.
"Yanyan, I miss you so much." Ying Zhilin suddenly gave her a light kiss on the side of her neck.
“This is a home that belongs to just the two of us.
Here we will watch the sunrise and sunset and listen to the rain hitting the lotus leaves.
We will have our first child here. I will teach him to read and write, and you will teach him needlework and painting.
We will accompany our children as they grow up and help them start a family.
We will grow old together here and enjoy the company of our grandchildren.
Yanyan, I'm going crazy without you. Let's make peace, okay?
Ying Zhilin whispered coaxingly into Wen Yan's ear, with an irresistible temptation.
Wen Yan hesitated.
In her previous life, she also wanted to live a simple but happy life.
Huo Yaoxing let her down.
In this life, am I going to let Ying Zhilin down?
People's hearts are fickle.
Can Ying Zhilin really keep his promise and grow old with her?
Wen Yan felt upset.
Ying Zhilin struck while the iron was hot and turned her over to face him.
He grabbed her hand and gently stroked his face: "Don't you like my face?"
He pulled her hand down and slipped it into her collar.
Her soft, cool little hands pressed against his hot skin.
Ying Zhilin hummed sensitively, his voice becoming even more hoarse and charming: "Don't you like this body of mine?"
He moved closer to her as he spoke.
His breath swept across her earlobes and neck, and half of her body went numb.
Ying Zhilin kissed her gently and carefully.
Earlobes, neck, chin, cheeks, tip of the nose, lips.
Her lips were soft and had a faint scent of wine.
He swallowed hard, unable to restrain himself any longer, and cupped her face, deepening the kiss.
Wen Yan instinctively responded to his kiss.
The two were infatuated with each other.
But in just a moment, she was so engrossed in his kiss that she forgot to breathe.
Ying Zhilin let go of her, pressed his forehead against hers, and pleaded in a hoarse voice: "Yan'er, please want me, please!"
Wen Yan was too embarrassed to face anyone and buried her face in his chest: "Don't try to seduce me with your beauty."
Ying Zhilin didn't press any further.
Wen Yan's temper is that haste makes waste.
If you pursue too closely, it will develop a rebellious mentality.
He suppressed his instinct and hugged her tightly.
Wen Yan felt so soft and fragrant, and he would be satisfied if he could hug her like this every day.
When both of them calmed down,
Ying Zhilin took her hand, interlocked their fingers, and looked at her lovingly with his starry eyes: "Come on, I'll take you to see the good stuff."
He took her hand and walked towards the backyard.
soon.
He took Wen Yan to a room.
The room is very large, with two desks on the left.
There is a large chaise longue by the window.
Ying Zhilin introduced: "This will be our study from now on. We'll each have a desk. I'll work, and you can look at the account books and draw..."
He pulled Wen Yan to the couch again and pulled her to sit on it, "When we are tired from working, we can lie on the couch and take a nap."
"I'll hold you like this, and you can rely on me with peace of mind and without any worries."
Ying Zhilin hugged Wen Yan and slowly leaned against the soft pillow. She put her left ear against his chest and could clearly hear his rapid heartbeat.
He gently rubbed the top of her head: "I'm so happy. I really hope I can hold you like this forever."
He took her to the bedroom again.
The furniture, decorations and colors of the curtains in the room are all according to Wen Yan's preferences.
There is a dressing table in front of the window.
There are vases on the dressing table.
Even though the hostess had not yet moved in, there were flowers in the vase.
Seeing Yan looking at flowers, Ying Zhilin asked her, "Do you like them?"
Wen Yan said nothing.
Ying Zhilin continued, “Every few days an old woman selling vegetables would come to the alley.
So I asked her to pick a bouquet of flowers and send it to me every day.
As long as it's not raining or windy, just send a fresh bouquet of flowers, regardless of the variety."
He would buy flowers every day just because Wen Yan liked to put flowers in the house.
Seeing that she didn't react much, Ying Zhilin pulled her to the separate bathroom and said, "I asked a craftsman to build a small stove. From now on, you won't have to fetch hot water from outside when you wash.
I also bought two iron watering cans, one large and one small.
You can boil water on the stove, and when you wash your hair or take a bath, you just need to tilt the watering can flow out hot water.
Ying Zhilin said, fiddling with the watering can to demonstrate to Wen Yan: "I can also sit on this small stool and help you wash your hair.
But it’s very uncomfortable for you to keep your head down, it would be better if you could lie down…”
Ying Zhilin kept chattering, describing to her bit by bit what their future life would be like.
Note: Flower watering can is an ancient watering can.
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