When Ning Anmiao saw the photos on Lu Yan's phone, she was also slightly stunned.
"When did you get these photos?"
Lu Yan hesitated for a second before slowly saying, "Song Qin was working overtime in the company. I asked him to turn on your computer and send the files to me."
Ning Anmiao: "… You're stealing my personal privacy!" She pouted. "Besides, how did you know I had this habit?"
The car was driving slowly along the road towards home. Lu Yan looked lazy and didn't try to hide anything from her. "What habit of yours don't I know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and leaned close to her ear. No one knew what he said, but Ning Anmiao's face immediately flushed red.
"Scoundrel!"
Looking at the little girl's blushing face, Lu Yan hooked his lips in pleasure, feeling extremely cheerful.
He just loved to tease her and watch her look annoyed yet shy.
"This lesson should at least teach you one thing."
Lu Yan's voice was steady, sounding like both an instruction and a warning. "After being slandered and misunderstood, don't act on impulse. Instead, find a solution and strike back at the other party forcefully."
Under the constantly passing streetlights, his side - profile looked particularly deep and three - dimensional. "This way, you can avoid emotional self - consumption and solve the problem quickly and accurately."
Ning Anmiao was speechless and reluctantly nodded.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, only Lu Yan's method could best prove her innocence.
"I understand the principle." Ning Anmiao could only reply with her head down. "It's just that in that situation, I really felt so wronged."
Her voice got softer towards the end.
Actually, she also knew in her heart that she shouldn't have been so impulsive.
She was already in her twenties, but still acted like a child, easily venting her emotions.
She thought she was really bad.
"I know." Lu Yan looked down at her. "You rarely stay rational. You usually act on impulse."
Lu Yan calmly glanced out of the window. "Your family environment, as well as your personality and emotions, all predestine you to be an emotional person."
"So you don't have to feel guilty, let alone deny yourself." He smiled slightly, as if he knew what Ning Anmiao was worried about.
"Being emotionally rich is your advantage as a designer. Only those with this condition can expand their thinking and create more possibilities."
"You don't have to overly blame yourself for not being a qualified adult. With me, you can always be a free - spirited child."
"As for other things, don't worry. I'll take care of everything for you."
He said it so casually, but after hearing it, Ning Anmiao's eyes gradually turned red.
He said he would take care of everything.
She subconsciously sniffed, her voice choked with sobs as she directly threw herself into his arms. "Lu Yan, you're so good..."
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows in an ambiguous way. For the first time, he felt that he could graduate from the "love" course.
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After they got back, Ning Anmiao's mood completely recovered. She took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom, while Lu Yan sat in the living room smoking.
He was thinking about whether he should agree to Lin Chuluo's request or not.
Although the problem had been solved for now, it didn't mean that more problems wouldn't arise in the future.
Lin Chuluo had obviously grasped his weakness and knew how to use it.
The longer the time passed, the more dangerous it would be.
His brows furrowed as he took a puff of his cigarette. The smoke gradually rose and filled the entire living room unconsciously.
When Ning Anmiao came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, she smelled a strong smell of cigarettes.
She immediately frowned, walked over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, then directly pressed it into the ashtray on the table.
"No smoking."
She was wrapped in a white bath towel, revealing her fair shoulders and smooth chest. Lu Yan subconsciously squinted his eyes.
"Wasn't I allowed to smoke in the living room?"
She wrapped her hair in a hair - drying cap on top of her head, hands on her hips, looking very self - assured. "From now on, you're not allowed to smoke anymore!"
"Whether it's in the living room or anywhere else, you're not allowed to smoke!"
Lu Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "There was no such rule before."
When they got married before, they only agreed that Lu Yan was only allowed to smoke in the living room.
Now, she even deprived him of the right to smoke.
"That was before. This is now." Ning Anmiao got closer to him, bending down to look at him from above. "You forgot that smoking is bad for your health."
As Ning Anmiao was talking, she looked rather proud. "Moreover, the doctor told me very clearly that if you don't quit smoking and drinking, it will be very bad for the baby!"
Baby?
Hearing this, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes landed on the scenery on her chest and didn't move away. "What baby? A baby born by you and me?"
Ning Anmiao was stunned and immediately realized what she had said. She wished she could bite off her own tongue.
"No, I mean... I mean it's for your fertility!" Ning Anmiao's earlobes turned red as she tried to make up an excuse. "It's not about me having a baby!"
Lu Yan was sitting right in front of her, looking up at her little face sweating anxiously. He curved his lips.
"If you're not going to have a baby with me, why do you care so much about whether I smoke or not?"
Ning Anmiao bit her lips, thinking that this man was deliberately teasing her.
She stamped her foot and turned around to walk towards the bedroom. Her voice came from afar. "If you smoke, don't sleep in the bedroom tonight!"
After saying that, she slammed the door shut.
She used quite a bit of force.
Lu Yan squinted his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling a few times. It seemed that the faint fragrance on Miao Miao's body after she took a bath still lingered in his nostrils.
It was the fragrance of white tea.
He suddenly understood something. His eyes instantly became deep, and he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
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On the way back, Jiang Xixi was very proud.
Humph, judging from how angry Ning Zhijing was tonight, there was no way Ning Anmiao could ever return to the Ning family in this lifetime!
From now on, Ning Anmiao would be a fallen phoenix, worse than a chicken!
When they got back to the Jiang family's house, the Ning couple got out of the car first, and Jiang Xixi followed suit. But she was suddenly grabbed by Jiang Zhou who was walking behind her.
"Xixi, I have something to ask you."
Seeing Jiang's father and mother enter the house, Jiang Xixi's heart tightened. She turned around with a pitiful look on her face. "Brother, what's the matter? I'm so sleepy."
"Tell me the truth. Who did this today?" Jiang Zhou had a cold face and his voice was serious. "Did you tamper with that dress?"
Jiang Xixi paused. Her secret had been exposed, but she still looked pitiful and said aggrievedly, "You're my own brother. How could you suspect me?
"Even if you dote on Ning Anmiao, you should at least consider my feelings as your own sister!"