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Chapter 33

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    An office of an administrative agency in Kyoto.

    "Report."

    "Please come in."

    A certain first-level military commander walked in, saluted solemnly, and then said: "Chief, you'd better take a look at this application"

    Yan Weiguo was flipping through the documents, "Ah, Xiao Wang, sit down."

    ¡°I don¡¯t dare to disturb the chief, it¡¯s Captain Yan¡¯s request.¡± The other party added another sentence.

    "Yeah." Yan Weiguo took off his glasses and reached out to take them. After taking a look, he put the application aside and said, "Okay, I understand. You go back first. I'll see you if anything happens."

    It was not difficult to approve this application, but because he was the chief's son, he still sent the application over. It was better for the chief to review it personally. After the other party performed the military salute again, he exited the office.

    After being busy for a long time, Yan Weiguo seriously picked up the application report. After reading it, he opened the drawer on the right side and put the application in.

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    "Auntie, are you not sleeping well?" Wen Wen saw that He Wenyan was not in high spirits today. She didn't eat much during the meal. She made pan-fried fish in the evening and ate it with steamed rice. It was very fragrant and the soup was  It¡¯s also a seafood soup with shrimps. Although it¡¯s just a handful of shrimps caught in the water and a few vegetable leaves thrown in, the clear soup is very delicious and refreshing and can remove the greasiness, but He Wenyan doesn¡¯t seem to have a good appetite.

    "Well, there are a lot of things going on in the hospital these days, so I don't get much rest." He Wenyan replied casually. The hospital is really busy these days, and Yan Weiguo hasn't been back at home for several days. She was not his original wife in the first place, and he  He has no emotional basis for himself, and given his position, it is normal for him not to come back for several days.

    What makes He Wenyan exhausted is that every time she carefully hopes to connect to Jiji on the phone, she always asks when he will come back. She doesn't even dare to ask what he is busy with. His reply is always, you eat first, don't wait for me.

    Occasionally he will say, thank you for your hard work and hang up the phone.

    She will burst into tears.

    Now I see that Wenxin and Yan Weiguo's son are getting along well. She has been here before. What was Yan Weiguo's son like at home before?  He looked like a young master. When had he ever brought food to the table?  Now even when Wen Xin serves soup, he hands him a spoon.

    Yan Zeyang is attentive and considerate to Wen Wenyan, and you can tell that he takes it into his heart without even looking at it, but Yan Weiguo will never treat her like this. The loss in He Wenyan's heart is inevitable. When she got married, she knew there would be such a result, but she felt that her feelings  It can be cultivated, but now I find that no matter how much you maintain it, it can't compete with the less time together and more separation between two people.

    "Aunt He, I have some medicated oil to help you sleep. I'll send it to you soon. It's very effective." It's actually lavender essential oil, which can relax your mood and help you fall asleep quietly. Because the system extracts it more purely, it has a very good effect.  .

    Yan Motou glanced at Wen Xin while holding the dish. He and He Wenyan were not on bad terms. How did she marry his father, Yan Weiguo? He knew very well that she interrupted the abacus. His father didn't like pillow talk.  Damn it, she is like this now and there is nothing she can do.

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    Wen Xin ate the egg clams he brought over. He licked his lips happily and ate it. Sure enough, they had kissed each other. He would not use his chopsticks to serve food to others before. As long as a man and a woman had kissed each other,  Now that you have a son, you don¡¯t dislike her anymore. You¡¯ve already kissed her, so why should you dislike her?

    If Yan Motou wants to hate someone, he really hates it, but if he likes someone, he really likes it. During this meal, he glanced at Wen Xin countless times, always paying attention to her needs. She wanted to fill a bowl of soup, but he  They were all scooped into bowls.

    Wen Xin smiled with a smile on her face and nodded in her heart. Well, in the original world, she couldn't find a man who was so suitable to her taste, who was good-looking, abstinent and considerate.

    After dinner, Wenxin poured some lavender essential oil and gave it to He Wenyan. He Wenyan really hadn't had a good rest in the past two days. When Wenxin brought it over, she just gave it a try. Unexpectedly, after closing her eyes for a while, she really felt like it.  fell asleep.

    Afraid of disturbing He Wenyan's rest, Wen Xin took a shower lightly, applied moisturizing oil all over her body, and took care of her hair. After letting it dry for a while, she returned to the room. She looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock. She was lying on the bed.  She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. This time it was her turn to suffer from insomnia. The insomnia was of course because of the meat in her mouth. She looked dry and couldn't eat it. It was really irritating.

    She stood up suddenly, put on some clothes and quietly walked upstairs.

    The bedroom door on the second floor was not tightly closed, and there was a faint leak in the gap.??.

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    Wen Xin knew in the afternoon that he liked her so much that he couldn't put it down and couldn't put it down.

    So, she repeated her old tricks, and she didn¡¯t believe that she couldn¡¯t be flirted with. For an ascetic man, if you want to have a spiritual relationship with him, are you afraid that it will take at least two or three years? Two or three years?  Wen Wen is sure that he doesn't have that patience.

    And she is like this now. Under the dim light, there are photos of celebrities printed on the title page of modern photo-style. It is an unbearable temptation for any man in this era.

    Inside the closed bedroom door.

    It was so quiet, no one knew what was going on inside.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but occasionally there will be a few subtle human voices and soft sounds

    Until half an hour later, Wenxin's shirt was messy and he was picked up by Yan Motou. His two snow-white calves were kicking in his arms. Yan Motou lowered his head and kissed her lips as he walked. Wen Xin's weight came to him.  Say, no pressure.

    He held her in his arms with strong arms, walked downstairs steadily, and carried her back to her room. After putting her on the bed, he couldn't help but kiss her several times.

    Wen Xin refused to let him kiss her, and turned over on the bed angrily. When he was put down just now, she kicked him several times dishonestly, which showed that she was more angry in her heart.

    Is she so unattractive now?  He actually held back. He was indeed a hero with an iron will. She was a little respected and afraid of him. His willpower would have been a hero during the Anti-Japanese War. He would have been a hero who would never betray the country no matter how hard he was tortured.  Just like the ones in anti-Japanese films, it's really awe-inspiring and warm.

    If she hadn't felt that he was responding, she would have doubted whether there was something wrong with him.

    "Go to sleep." He said in a low voice, standing beside her bed for a long time, then walked out softly, closed the door, and exhaled warmly.

    Forget it, she kicked the quilt to her feet, faced the window, and fell asleep unwillingly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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