He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 291 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 10

12:30.

Wen Yan hurriedly jumped out of the car and saw her father carrying a suitcase and holding an umbrella.

A pang of guilt flashed through her mind, and she quickly called out, "Father."

Mr. Wen scanned his daughter from head to toe before grunting in response. He then frowned and asked, "Who's in the car? Why didn't they come out and greet you when they brought you home so late at night?"

Wen Yan's eyes flickered, but thankfully it was dark and her father didn't see it. "Taxi driver!"

"You took a taxi and sat in the passenger seat?" Mr. Wen asked suspiciously.

Uh--

Wen Yan got stuck. How did his dad know?

She jumps pretty fast.

Following Mr. Wen's gaze—

The passenger door was not closed.

Sometimes people are so stupid they cry.

Wen Yan quickly tried to explain: "We took a shared taxi, and there were many people, so I sat in the front passenger seat."

Very reasonable.

Wen's father's sharp eyes returned to normal, and he waved for Wen Yan to go upstairs to avoid the rain.

"You go up first, I'll go close the car door for you. Honestly, you're so clumsy."

"no!"

If he went to the gate, wouldn't he have seen it?

"Father, it's raining heavily. I'm young and quick, I'll go!"

After saying that, Wen Yan rushed into the rain without looking back.

San San, inside the cat carrier, tossed and turned, its tongue lolling out.

Sir, why is the ground turning over?!

"Oh! This child, why don't you take an umbrella?" Father Wen shouted, holding up an umbrella.

Forget about umbrellas, Wen Yan only prayed that her father would stay put and behave himself.

When he rushed to the passenger seat, panting, he met Chen Yan's dark eyes.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, turned his upper body to the side, and reached his right arm across the center console to close the car door.

When Chen Yan saw Wen Yan return, his heart skipped a beat. After spending the last few days with her, he had a general understanding of her personality.

Is this another mess?

"how--"

The door slammed shut, blocking his view and interrupting his voice.

The world is silent.

The girl's voice was loud and clear: "Master Chen, thank you, thank you!"

Wen Yan clasped her hands together and thanked him repeatedly.

Master Chen...?

Chen Yan was stunned for a second, then turned to look in the rearview mirror and saw the girl running away in the rain.

I don't know how many times I heard "thank you" throughout the night.

Chen Yan rubbed his temples, seemingly lost in thought.

When Wen Yan jumped under her father's umbrella and looked again, the car was gone.

"Dad, let me carry your luggage." Wen Yan took the luggage from her father and acted cute.

Wen's father glanced at her from head to toe, and let out a snort, "Don't think that this will let you off the hook for not coming home at night."

"No, I just got back a little late..."

I hadn't seen my daughter for several months. She had lost weight and looked even taller. Although there was a hint of guilt in her eyes at being caught, she was mostly happy.

"Dad, let me show you around my little home!"

Wen's father followed behind Wen Yan, listening to her enthusiastically describe the layout of the house and the life tips that Wen's mother and he had taught her. He suddenly felt an urge to cry.

For the first time, he directly realized that his daughter had grown up and was living well even without their protection.

Around 2 a.m., Wen Yan used the last of the noodles to cook a bowl of noodles for her father.

The old father stared at the steaming noodles, swallowed his words of persuasion, and didn't immediately mention the civil service exam. He simply told Wen Yan to go to sleep and ate his noodles.

To be honest, this was the first time I had ever eaten noodles cooked by my daughter.

good smell.

The sun comes out in the west?

Her father didn't nag her at all!

Wen Yan seized the opportunity and quickly went to bed after washing up.

I just didn't sleep well last night.

In her dream, Chen Yan was like a perpetual motion machine, pressing on her waist lines all night, the kind of lines that left her half-naked.

Every time I look up, I can clearly see the black python lurking on my shoulder, its eyes like two burning flames, radiating a chilling scarlet.

The man's breathing was erratic, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, with his breath spraying irregularly across his entire waist and abdomen.

Even now that I'm fully awake, the tingling sensation that once spread to my scalp is still vividly exploding in my mind.

Wen Yan rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to cool down.

She couldn't understand why she kept dreaming about him.

Chen Yan couldn't understand it at all.

The hand that pulled back the blanket seemed to freeze, and his face was both dark and red.

What never happened during adolescence suddenly reappeared after more than ten years?

He's no longer a naive young man, so he's not flustered when faced with this normal physiological phenomenon.

I was just overwhelmed with shame.

It's so frustrating.

How could it be her?

The girl who would cry at the slightest touch of a needle cried all night in his dream; her fair, glowing waist was incredibly supple, being held in different positions...

stop!

Chen Yan exhaled a breath of stale air and washed himself awkwardly.