He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 301 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 20

Chen Yan didn't stay long. After tidying up, he left, taking the trash to the door as he left, intending to throw it away downstairs.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon." Chen Yan leaned against the door frame, bent down, and took off his shoe covers. It was a very ordinary action, but he made it look pleasing to the eye.

He has broad shoulders and a slim waist, making him a better clothes hanger than the mannequins in the shop window.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; Wen Yan felt that he was seductive all the time.

Chen Yan had no idea what she was thinking, but noticing her fixed gaze, he paused in taking off his shoe covers, slightly curled his lips, and slowed down his movements.

After a long pause, he picked up the trash bag that had been placed by the door and asked, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

"I want to drink porridge."

Chen Yan nodded. "I'm leaving."

He was never good at saying nice things, but he was secretly anxious. Sensing that Wen Yan intended to follow him out, he turned his toes in the opposite direction and stopped in front of her.

"No need to deliver it, it's not safe at night."

After saying that, an arm came across and put its arm around Wen Yan's shoulder without warning. In her stunned gaze, he kissed her forehead very naturally and said softly, "See you tomorrow."

When you're in close physical contact with someone, especially someone you have unspoken feelings for, it's not like touching your left hand with your right.

It's more about psychological satisfaction.

The tingling sensation on my skin was like riding a roller coaster, making my heart pound.

Wen Yan's eyes widened, and she stammered, "See you tomorrow."

The corridor lights were much cooler and brighter than those in the basement, and she could clearly see Chen Yan's deep, restrained gaze. Her heart felt as if it had been gently lifted and comforted.

In a daze, Chen Yan seemed to smile, then patted her head and left.

Once everyone was completely out of sight, Wen Yan closed the door and leaned against it, filled with regret.

She hasn't agreed yet, how can he just kiss her on the lips!

The second time!

San San lay lazily in her soft little bed, her wet cat eyes glancing at the little red-faced adult, and let out a soft meow: Love~

The hype surrounding Li Wanxia's street photography has completely died down, and Silver Wind Chime's customer traffic has returned to normal levels.

There are far fewer couples doing handicrafts these days, but online orders have increased significantly.

After confirming that all orders were ready, Wen Yan finally lay down on the bed and, as usual, played on her phone for a while before going to sleep.

When I turned on my phone, the first message that popped up was from Chen Yan, which had been up forty minutes ago.

All alone, just three words: I'm home.

Wen Yan pouted.

They even give out two roses when you report on your work, but he's so indifferent.

But I have to say, that little bit of hidden unease in my heart has lessened considerably.

If Chen Yan suddenly had a change of heart and started calling her "baby" or "kiss," that would be truly awkward.

It's not that this form of address is wrong, it's just that I haven't heard him say it in person yet, and it's been typed out on my phone first, so it doesn't feel real.

Wen Yan replied with a cute emoji, and the other party quickly replied: Are you sleepy?

Wen Yan stared at the message. What did it mean? Was it to monitor her sleep?

She glanced at the time; it was 12:40. That was indeed late.

Wen Yan: Almost there, almost there, I'm about to close my eyes.

Wen Yan: Goodnight ┗( ?w? )┛

Putting away her phone, Wen Yan felt sleepy. She nuzzled San San's soft belly, carefully covered her belly button, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Chen Yan, who was nervously holding his phone, fell silent. He stared at the two words at the bottom of the screen along with an irreverent emoji.

That's not what he meant.

The dialog box that says "If you're not sleepy, let's chat" is just one period away from being finished.

However, the opportunity has passed.

Frustrated, the person could only scribble and delete, one word at a time.

Chen Yan sat next to him. He didn't know where Chen Yan lived, so he simply came to the tattoo shop. Sure enough, he found his uncle squatting down there.

However, as soon as his uncle came back, he was engrossed in his phone, not even looking at the shop. He figured he was just opening it for fun anyway.

The key is!

Yan Ge's hand-drawn pictures were casually displayed on the table, and he didn't bother to accept them, as if he wasn't the one offering a high price to buy them.

Chen Yan stuffed another piece of watermelon into his mouth, the juice bursting in his mouth, and smacked his lips.

Even a composed and sophisticated uncle is no exception to the phone addiction, which may be late in coming.

He jumped up from the sofa, crept over to Chen Yan's side, and took the opportunity to peek at his phone. Chen Yan turned off the phone screen and watched him quietly.

Chen Yan touched his nose, "Ha, I just wanted to take a look..."

He couldn't stand Chen Yan's expression. That's how he had watched the woman throwing a tantrum on the ground, saying, "I won't fight for it. You won't get a single penny."

The woman on the ground was crying and kneeling, trying to pull at his trouser leg, but she couldn't stop him in the slightest.

"I am your mother!"

"Fifty million to buy you ten months of pregnancy to give birth to me, what, have you forgotten?"

Chen Yan was present at the time.

He couldn't believe it. How could anyone be so ruthless as to just back out like that? That was money, shares—a fraction of the enormous assets that several generations couldn't accumulate.

Chen Yan signed an agreement to only receive monthly dividends.

Some say that Chen Yan is one of the few people who can gain Chen Yan's attention.

But only he himself knew that Chen Yan was simply tired of those who put on a hypocritical mask and danced in front of him, and his true nature inadvertently avoided this landmine.

He wanted to get closer to him, but the other person wasn't willing, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Especially since the old man's condition has been poor in recent years, and he has already made a will regarding his shares, with each of his sons receiving a share, those people must be getting anxious because the two of them are getting close.

After all, Chen Yan only signed an agreement not to fight for the shares, but he didn't say he didn't want the inheritance.

Chen Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Once again, I personally experienced Chen Yan's wickedness.

Suddenly losing interest in tending to the plants, he slumped listlessly on the sofa, poking at the soft leather surface, preoccupied with household matters, and began to chat idly.

Chen Yan wasn't interested; he just flipped through the manuscript, casually agreeing as he did so. Unexpectedly, Chen Yan's mind wandered, and his attention immediately jumped to the pretty girl he had met that day.

Shamelessly pleading again, "Uncle, please help me!"

Although the atmosphere between the two was a bit off today, who is his uncle? A notoriously cold-faced man, he even doubted whether one of his male organs was just for show.

They were just joking around in the car earlier.

Sigh, will his uncle try to steal her from him?

Besides, it's embarrassing for elders to compete with younger generations for a girl.

"I can't help." Chen Yan didn't look at him.

"Why!" Chen Yan cried out in anguish.

Chen Yan finally gave him a look, "She's your aunt."

As he spoke, he loosened his tie, revealing just half of the perfectly preserved lipstick mark on his neck.

Chen Yan's eyes widened, and he reached out to pull it open. The nude lipstick remained on her neck, but it was completely hidden by the collar.

But Chen Yan was incredulous, "You... no, Uncle, you're being a scoundrel!"

Chen Yan's eyes turned cold. He straightened his collar and stood up. He was even half a head taller than Chen Yan. "Heh, it's all about skill."