He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 290 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 9

"Rumble"

The weather in August can change in an instant, with thunderstorms pouring down.

Just as Wen Yan was about to sigh while lying on the tattoo chair, she suddenly remembered that her little electric scooter was still outside!

"my car!"

She quickly straightened her back and started to move her legs to get down.

The moment he tried to move, his leg was immediately grabbed. Chen Yan said in a low voice, "Don't move, it's not secured yet."

The man's palms were burning hot, and the skin on my ankles felt like it was on fire from being held.

A tingling sensation creeps up from the tailbone, and all the senses in the body seem to be focused on the lingering warmth in the ankles, feeling the faint tingling sensation brought by the friction of the thin calluses.

"My little electric scooter is still outside..."

Wen Yan spoke with her head down, her words catching in her throat.

Which one?

"pink."

After hearing this, Chen Yan supported her legs and placed them on the tattoo chair, making sure she wouldn't fall before turning around to move the car.

As soon as I opened the door, a torrential downpour of raindrops swept over me, soaking my shoes and trousers.

Chen Yan's gaze was fixed on the electric scooter under the tree.

The dense foliage blocked the rain, preventing it from getting too badly wet. He ran over, rode his bike to a nearby shed, and then ran back.

After all that, I was pretty much soaked.

The moment Chen stepped into the store, he stopped in his tracks: So... why did you help her move her car?

"Mr. Chen! Thank you so much!"

When Wen Yan saw Chen Yan enter the room, she couldn't wait to express her gratitude.

She was almost in tears.

Waaaaah, I never imagined Chen Yan was such a kind person with a cold exterior but a warm heart!

Wen Yan's gaze, like her personality, was as clean as a blank sheet of paper. At this moment, this blank sheet of paper was filled with his own image, catching Chen Yan completely off guard.

It felt like being wrapped up.

Never mind, I'll just say "uh-huh".

Then, from Wen Yan's perspective, Chen Yan uttered a "hmm" sound, sounding very aloof and indifferent.

If you ignore the water droplets running down his cheeks and his soft, dripping hair, you really get the aloof and cold feeling of a cool, understated handsome guy.

But at this moment, he clearly resembled a siren just emerging from the water.

Soaked hair, half-dried watermarks, dark and deep eyes...

Wen Yan swallowed hard.

My eyes feel dry and sore.

Yes, it's dryness. She should put in some eye drops before going out.

The rain shows no sign of stopping.

The wooden sign still reads "Closed," and even the lights at the front desk are off.

Looking at the time, it was less than a third of the opening hours indicated on the wooden sign had passed.

Wen Yan asked worriedly, "Aren't you sure you won't lose money doing this?"

Having changed his clothes, Chen Yan switched hands to dry his hair, and upon hearing this, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "It wasn't originally for making money."

"If you can't make money from opening a store, are you just trying to sell your passion?"

Wen Yan thought so and asked so.

Then Chen Yan paused for a moment, as if she could say that if she had to, she could.

But there's no need to explain.

It's just a long, stinky, and awful story.

Fortunately, Wen Yan was just asking casually and didn't intend to pursue the matter further.

The tattoos on her body were completely fixed. She lifted a corner of her clothes and stood curiously in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself from the side.

The wind chimes on her side were neither too big nor too small, lying side by side with her lower back, as if they had grown out of her. They would change shape as she swayed her waist, and Wen Yan could even hear the tinkling of the wind chimes as they swayed.

She had seen many kinds of silver wind chimes, but this was the first time she had ever seen a black one.

Looking at it with curiosity, I rubbed it with my finger.

It seems... I don't feel anything.

For some reason, Wen Yan thought of the black python clinging to Chen Yan's shoulder...

Chen Yan glanced out the window. The rain was getting heavier. Riding the electric scooter would probably get him soaked, but that was a minor issue. The main problem was the slippery roads and the unsafety.

But those who should have gone home long ago clearly don't care about this.

Chen Yan shifted his gaze to the girl who was still changing angles and postures to examine her tattoo in the mirror.

A silent sigh.

I don't know whether to call her carefree or naive, letting herself be alone in a room with a strong, adult male...

Chen Yan frowned, about to tell her the seriousness of the matter, when his phone rang.

She glanced at Wen Yan's phone when she had a spare moment; it was her father.

I came to chant sutras for her again late at night to help her sleep.

After the call connected, Wen Yan was about to give a perfunctory "uh-huh" when her father's first words stunned her.

"I have arrived."

"Where are we?" Wen Yan felt like the words on her tongue were burning hot.

"I'm at your door." Mr. Wen was in an extremely bad mood, his face as dark as a charcoal: "Wen Yan, it's past 10 a.m., and you're not home?"