He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 296 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 15

Chen Yan followed Wen Yan's gaze and saw a very elegant and beautiful woman raising her glass towards them, looking very much like Wen Yan.

A guess came to mind.

After seeing the angry face of her father beside her, her guess became a reality.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in a low voice, "Are they your parents?"

“...Yes.” Wen Yan said tearfully.

Chen Yan glanced at the word "Auntie" on the screen after the phone call ended, understood immediately, and asked softly, "What did Auntie say?"

Wen Yan took the hair from someone's hand and said, "It's nothing, they just wanted us to go over and say hello."

She spoke casually, but her expression was anything but.

What is this all about!

I haven't even gotten the girl yet, but I've already met her parents.

Wen Yan sighed silently.

A light tap on the head followed by Chen Yan's voice from above, "How do you need my cooperation?"

Having been a taxi driver and a car dealership owner, one more job won't hurt.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a proper identity yet, and Chen Yan had a hint of regret on his face.

"Let's play it by ear."

Seeing that the two were dawdling, Wen's mother simply made another phone call. The moment the phone rang, Wen Yan jumped up and pulled Chen Yan up as well.

It has the heroic spirit of a warrior cutting off his own arm.

A smile appeared in Chen Yan's eyes.

As they sat down, Chen Yan greeted Wen Yan's mother with a scrutinizing gaze, then asked a waiter for a hair tie to tie Wen Yan's hair.

He had just noticed the thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Wen Yan stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide, while she secretly glanced at her father, who was furious.

He quickly nudged Chen Yan.

A look: Stop right now!

Chen Yan met her lively, doe-like eyes, smiled, and quickened her pace, quickly tying a low ponytail.

Seeing the interest in her mother's eyes, Wen Yan felt like the sky had fallen.

Forget it, destroy it.

She didn't want to save her anymore.

Mr. Wen was furious and asked, extremely displeased, "What's your relationship with me?"

"Hey, speak more politely!" Wen's mother pinched him under the table.

"What should I call you?" Mother Wen asked Chen Yan.

"Chen Yan".

"What do you do?" Mrs. Wen asked with a smile.

Wen Yan's heart tightened, and she turned to stare at the man.

“A freelance trader, someone who invests.” He spoke calmly and steadily.

Mr. Wen looked puzzled. "Isn't it a driving shop?"

Chen Yan: "The car dealership is a side business."

Wen Yan was shocked!

Aren't you a tattoo artist?

But she wisely refrained from interjecting; well, there was no place for her to chime in anyway.

Just then, Wen's mother asked the crucial question: "What...what is your relationship?"

Wen Yan cleared her throat; surely it was her turn to answer now!

"we are……"

"I'm pursuing a master's degree."

The conversation was interrupted.

Wen Yan turned her head in surprise!

Is he pursuing her?

Why didn't she know?

Chen Yan looked at Wen Yan with exceptional tenderness: "Of course, she hasn't agreed yet."

Wen Yan was stunned.

Who didn't agree?

Wen Yan nudged Chen Yan hard with his hand under the table, signaling him not to talk nonsense, or it would be difficult to handle the situation later!

As a result, her hand was grabbed and held in his palm, kneaded and played with.

After struggling to no avail, Wen Yan gave up and simply lowered her head, letting you do whatever you wanted.

Chen Yan smiled.

Wen's mother looked at her daughter and then at Chen Yan. Was there anything she didn't understand?

She encouraged Chen Yan with the air of someone who had been through it all.

When Wen's father saw that he hadn't caught the person yet, he breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes lit up with pride.

Hmph! His precious daughter isn't someone who agrees to things so easily!

Wen's mother asked some other questions with a smile, and Chen Yan answered them one by one. Throughout the meal, the smile on her face never faded.

Good boy, that's great!

After the dinner, the way Chen Yan was addressed changed from the distant "Mr. Chen" to the affectionate "Little Chen".

A tremendous step forward.

Wen Yan clung to Chen Yan's side, looking dejected, her resentful gaze seeming to bore a hole through him.

What happens when a colossal lie is told and then exposed?

When Wen Yan got home and lay in bed that night, her tense emotions immediately relaxed.

After taking a nice bath, San San lightly jumped onto the bed, curled up on the pillow, and made a comfortable purring sound.

Wen Yan nudged it with her head, and San San, the cat, was completely bewildered. "What's wrong, sir?"

"Nothing's wrong, go to sleep."

"Oh."

Three responded, and the cat shifted its body slightly.

The adult is very excited tonight.

The room was plunged into darkness, with half a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window; the night was peaceful and serene.

Wen Yan rolled over, took out her phone, opened Green Bubble, stared blankly at Chen Yan's profile picture, her mind filled with his words about pursuing her, and as she thought about it, her cheeks turned pink.

Hmm... his fever just broke, so we should at least check on him, right?

After finding a reason, Wen Yan first sent a cute emoji to warm up the atmosphere.

Wen Yan: Are you asleep? (emoji)

I waited a few seconds without a reply, guessing they were asleep, and I felt a little disappointed.

She wanted to send another emoji to ease the awkwardness, but instead, she typed a video call instead. Wen Yanxin panicked and quickly hung up.

Although the bell only rang for a few seconds, her heart was still pounding with anxiety.

Just as he was about to explain that he had accidentally clicked the wrong button, Chen Yan suddenly sent another video call request.

Wen Yan's eyes widened.

The ringing grew more urgent, and her heart raced faster and faster.

Seemingly noticing that she hadn't answered for a while, Chen Yan sent her a message.

Chen Yan: Why aren't you answering the phone?

Wen Yan first looked down at her clothes, got up, turned on the small bedside lamp, and connected to the video call.

The warm yellow light cast a hazy, enchanting glow.

Wen Yan answered the phone but seemed shy and didn't show her face, only pointing the camera at the white ceiling.

"Wen Yan?" Chen Yan called her softly.

When she heard his voice, Wen Yan pouted. In front of her mother, she called him "Yan Yan," but now she kept calling him "Wen Yan."

"what?"

What she thought was a bad tone sounded like a coquettish plea to the man.

Chen Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly: "Why haven't I seen you?"

"Why do you want to see me?" Wen Yan asked awkwardly.

Chen Yan said gently, "We're having a video call."

"We can also use voice communication."

Chen Yan chuckled, "Good boy."

The tone used to coax a child.

Wen Yan's cheeks turned bright red. She couldn't understand how things had turned out this way!

Yesterday it was still "Boss Chen" coming and going.

"We just met." Wen Yan's voice trailed off.

She was like a shy, pink peach blossom, and Chen Yan was the man who insisted on plucking a branch to see her face.

Chen Yan's eyes grew darker and darker. He said in a low voice, "Yan Yan, not a single word you said just now was against your conscience."

"I really want to pursue you."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was so gentle and low that it seemed to envelop you in honey.

He said, "Can you give me this opportunity?"

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When she heard him call her name, Wen Yan's cheeks flushed red, and her eyes trembled uncontrollably.

She stole glances at Chen Yan's eyes and brows, carefully revealing her face little by little, like a little snail using its antennae to touch the world bit by bit.

When everything was fully revealed, Chen Yan almost stopped breathing, his eyes so dark they seemed to suck Wen Yan in.

Wen Yan was puzzled and looked down in the direction of his gaze—

All I could see was a blanket of white.