Wen Ning's heart trembled.
Then, he slowly shook his head, "No."
Lu Yanci stared at her motionless, his eyes so sharp that he seemed to want to see through all her little thoughts. He stared at her for several seconds before he said slowly: "Really not?"
Wen Ning lowered his eyebrows, with a hint of grievance in his voice, "Why do you want me to get involved with him? Do you think there's something wrong with me, or something wrong with him?"
After a pause, she continued in a low voice: "And he is Lu Xue's boyfriend. I won't like him."
Lu Yanci's eyes became even colder, "How dare you like him?"
He raised her chin and said coldly: "Wen Ning, if one day I find out that you are lying, you know the consequences!"
There was a serious warning in his voice.
Wen Ning bit his lip and shook his head.
"Uncle, I don't dare."
Lu Yanci's eyes softened obviously, and he touched her still wet hair, "Why don't you blow dry it?"
Suddenly he saw her wrist which was red from rubbing, and her eyes changed, "What's wrong with the hand?"
Wen Ning took a look and saw that it was the place where Li Fengxing pinched it just now. She rubbed it so hard that it broke the skin a little bit.
"Xiaojiu grabbed it a few times."
Lu Yanci stopped talking, picked her up and put her on the bed, and then used a hair dryer to dry her hair bit by bit.
The faint fragrance of roses spread in this closed space, filling the breath of the two people, and the atmosphere gradually became a little ambiguous.
However, this ambiguous moment has just begun.
Time passes slowly, but in less than half a month, the breath of winter gradually appears.
Winter in Beijing is very cold, but Lu Yanci's residence is very warm.
Even the greenhouse is equipped with radiators.
A few days ago, Wen Ning casually said that he wanted to order some sunflowers and iris. The next day, someone sent dozens of pots of sunflowers and iris that were in excellent condition, and they were placed among the white roses, which were bright and beautiful. And warm.
Wen Ning's scope of activities expanded to the flower room. She cut a few sunflowers and put them in a painted vase. After admiring them for a while, she cut a small handful of irises and put them in a white jade vase. She brought them to the housekeeper and said, "This is for you. .”
The butler took it expressionlessly, "Thank you!"
Wen Ning walked to the easel next to him, took down a painting and handed it to the butler, "Here's this for you too."
The painting shows the housekeeper pruning flowers in the flower room. There is a large handful of fresh lavender irises on the workbench. It looks like both people and flowers complement each other.
The housekeeper looked at it for a while and then said: "The painting looks quite similar."
Wen Ning had a faint smile on his face, "This flower is silent and elegant. It looks a lot like you. Miss Zhang, I think you will look good in lavender too."
From a few days ago, Wen Ning no longer called the housekeeper the housekeeper, but instead called her Miss Zhang.
The housekeeper nodded, "Thank you, Miss Wen, for the compliment."
Wen Ning said: "You can call me Aning, many friends call me that."
After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't seem to have many friends, so I changed my words and said, "Everyone who is close to me calls me that."
The butler nodded but did not answer.
Wen Ning saw no reaction from her, so he had to go back to the easel.
The greenhouse was warm, and her favorite sunflowers had recently been added, and even the white roses were no longer so disgusting to her. She had nothing to do and wanted to paint, so she simply moved her easel over.
As soon as he sat down and picked up the paintbrush, the housekeeper said: "The mistress is going back to the Lu family tonight, and will be back here for lunch today."
It seemed to be reminding her of something.
Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, slightly absent-minded.
She really wanted to go back to the Lu family, firstly to take away her things, and secondly to see Shen Lanyu again.
Seeing that she was lost in thought again, the housekeeper shook his head slightly.
Although Wen Ning has been taking good care of him these days and has produced a few taels of meat, Wen Ning's time for trance and daze is longer than before.
Sometimes I sit in front of the easel for two or three hours, neither talking nor painting, not knowing what I am thinking.
The housekeeper always felt that Wen Ning looked fine, but in fact he was weaker than before.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of a car came from outside, and the housekeeper said in a low voice: "The mistress is back. If anything happens to Miss Wen, you can talk to him."
After saying that, he took the vase and entered the hall.
Wen Ning came back to his senses and saw the dignified and calm black Maybach slowly stopping by the gate.
The car door opened, and a very imposing man got out.
The man wore a very high-quality black business coat. He looked extraordinarily slender and tall, cold and noble.
He glanced at the flower room and walked over casually.
Wen Ning regained his composure, put down his paintbrush, opened the glass door and ran out.
After a few steps, he fell into Lu Yanci's arms.
It was warm in the room, and she only wore a set of loose white knitted home clothes. The thin material could not withstand the temperature of several degrees below zero outside, and she started to shiver from the cold as soon as she went out.
Lu Yanci's face darkened, he picked her up and entered the flower room in a few steps.
He put her on the workbench and said in a bad tone, "You run out in such cold clothes at such a short time. Do you think your health is not bad enough?"
Wen Ning already roughly knew how to please him, so he put his arms around his neck and said softly, "I missed you."
Then, he got down from the workbench, carefully took off his coat and suit jacket, arranged them, and hung them up again.
After doing all this, she turned around and saw Lu Yanci looking at her painting.
The boys and girls in the painting walk side by side on the path, with endless sunflowers stretching to the end of the sky on both sides of the path.
Gorgeous and intense!
Lu Yanci glanced at it for a few times and said coldly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you like sunflowers?"
Wen Ning glanced at the painting for a few times, an imperceptible loneliness flashed across his expression, and he said softly: "I think of it occasionally, but I don't think I like it, but the white rose is more beautiful."
Lu Yanci seemed to be satisfied with her answer, and his eyes softened a lot. He walked over to pick her up, put her back on the work table, lowered his head, and wrapped his strong lips and tongue around her soft lips.
This stormy and passionate kiss still made Wen Ning unable to adapt, so she could only cling to him and let him control her.
However, after kissing him a lot, Wen Ning has learned to respond to him slowly, so that he won't bite him very painfully.
After lingering for a while, Lu Yanci let go of her, his breath became a little heavy and his voice was a little hoarse, "Why are you so good today?"
Wen Ning lay on his chest panting, breathing unsteadily, and even his body was limp.
His kisses were always so forceful, and he didn't give her a chance to breathe. Not only would her lips be numb, but her waist would also be painful to hold.
She spoke in a soft voice, "My waist hurts so much, Mr. Lu, could you please stop using so much force?"
As he said that, he reached out and touched the place where he was pinching her. The frown on her face made people feel that she was indeed in some pain.
Lu Yanci looked at her soft little appearance, his eyes darkened, he squinted, lifted up her clothes, and saw her snow-white waist.
Sure enough, the place where he pinched her just now was red, and there were dark fingerprints.
He frowned and stared at the small patch of red, "Why is it so tender and red again?"
Wen Ning leaned her head against him and said nothing. Her obedient appearance aroused Lu Yanci's dark psychology.
His hands pinched her slender waist again, and his voice was a little hoarse, "It's so small, I really want to pinch it off by you."
His voice was cold, but often terrifyingly strong at times like this. Wen Ning was really afraid that he would cut him off.
He couldn't help but whisper: "Mr. Lu, you are not gentle at all."
A soft call from Mr. Lu made Lu Yanci's heart tremble, and even his eyes changed, "What are you yelling about again?"
When the two of them got close recently, she no longer called her uncle. She always called him Mr. Lu, and sometimes he called him by his name.
Normally, he would be a little displeased if she called him that, but at this time, he thought it was a kind of fun. Listening to her calling his name, the possessive desire in his heart was always easily aroused.
Wen Ning hooked his neck and whispered, "Mr. Lu, Lu Yanci."
Lu Yanci snorted, "Not polite!"
There was a bit of endearment in the voice, and there was no blame in it.
In fact, Wen Ning was not emotionless at this time.
The three words "Lu Yanci" once shocked her in her most barren youth. At that time, these three words shocked her like a god. Just listening to them, she felt like thunder.
These three words, at that time, represented absolute power and desire.
People like her, if they hadn't seen Lu Yanci when he was young, would never have imagined that there was such a proud person in the world. He stood at the top of the pyramid as soon as he was born. He grew up extremely well and had great abilities. Extremely strong, just thinking about such people makes me feel that the world is unfair.
She is just an ordinary person, and it is not surprising at all that she would look up to such a person.
However, someone like her who grew up in a dark corner did not dare or deserve to pay too much attention to this god-like figure. She only dared to look at him occasionally from the corner.
Later, because of his words "She has nothing to do with the Lu family, not the Lu family", she fell into the abyss.
Speaking of which, her subsequent sufferings were somewhat related to him.
From then on, she no longer dared to look up at him, and the sun lost its luster.
She never thought that many years later, this god-like figure would hold her in his arms and kiss her unscrupulously.
She didn't know why he did this, maybe it was just for fun, maybe it was just a whim, maybe he was just like other children from aristocratic families who liked to raise canaries outside.
But no matter what the reason is, he is the only driftwood she can hold on to now. If she wants to accomplish something, she can only rely on his power.
Thinking of this, she whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lu, I miss you a little today."
Lu Yanci froze, then held her in his arms and said in a low voice, "Has Ning Ning ever thought about anyone else?"
Wen Ning lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly, "There is no one else to think about, only you."
Lu Yanci's eyes darkened and his voice became hoarse, "Then Ning Ning, hurry up and take good care of yourself. There will be more to think about in the future."
Wen Ning knew what he was talking about.
Because of her poor health for so long, Lu Yanci had actually been quite restrained. Apart from kissing her, he never really touched her.
This made her feel that she was actually a little cherished.
She didn't know how many women he had had before, how many canaries he had outside now, and she didn't know how he cherished Luo Ying, but now, she still felt a little greedy for this little bit of being cherished.
She has never felt this way since Zhou Yan died.
Wen Ning wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered, "Uncle, some of my things are still in the Lu family, and I want to get them back."
Lu Yanci enjoyed the way she looked dependent on him. He held her small waist with one hand and her small ankle with the other, squeezed them, and said lightly: "Okay, I happen to be going back tonight. "
Wen Ning put her face against his neck and rubbed it, "Thank you, uncle."
Lu Yanci held the hand on her waist harder and said in a cold tone, "Will you stop calling me by my name?"
Wen Ning hissed in pain and whispered, "You can't be rude."
Lu Yanci snorted coldly, "Do you know now that you are rude?"
Wen Ning whispered: "Uncle, can you not let others know about our relationship for a while?"
Lu Yanci narrowed his eyes and said with a very calm expression, "What is our relationship?"
Needless to say, he had no intention of exposing Wen Ning to the public. He even considered changing her name to let her say goodbye to the past.
Wen Ning bit his lip, feeling a little panicked.
Yes, what is their relationship now?
Lover?
lover?
It seems like neither!
Their relationship is more like asking for each other. She wants to use his power to take revenge, and he covets her freshness and youth.
A relationship in which each gets what he needs can only be carried out in private and not on the stage.
What's more, he still has an upright fiancée hanging around.
When Wen Ning didn't speak, Lu Yanci let go of her and held her small chin, his eyes unclear, "Wen Ning, what kind of relationship do you want us to have?"
As long as she asks, he will give her anything. Although he doesn't want to make her public, let alone expose her, if she really cares about this, he will give it to her.
Wen Ning lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, "Uncle, I don't want anything."
Don't dare, don't want to.
There was a huge disparity in their status, and since they each had what they needed, she really didn't dare to have any expectations.
After the matter is completed, she will leave Beijing completely and go far away.
Lu Yanci seemed dissatisfied with her answer and said in a cold tone, "Why not?"
Wen Ning was panic-stricken and lowered his head without saying anything.
Seeing her like this, Lu Yanci knew that she might have something on her mind again, so she couldn't help but slow down her voice and said in a low voice: "Ning Ning, you can say whatever you want, no matter what it is."
Wen Ning shook his head, "I'm a little hungry, uncle."
Lu Yanci tucked the small hair on her face behind her ears, then picked her up and walked to the hall.
The weather in winter is short, and it’s night in the blink of an eye.
As soon as it got dark, a black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the courtyard.
The car door opened and Lu Yanci got out of the car.
In the afternoon, the first snow of the year fell in Beijing. It was quite heavy. He only stood in the wind and snow for a short time, and some snowflakes fell on his shoulders.
He stood in the wind and snow and waved to Wen Ning: "Ning Ning, come here!"
