Chapter 335 Finale ()

"How is it? Is it a surprise? My brother made an artificial snow for Bian Yue, and I got one too. Do you like it?"

The pride in his words could not be hidden.

Wen Jiao's head ached after hearing this, and she was speechless. "Shen Zhaoli, do you know that my dad has recently given all the subordinates at home a holiday? When the snow stops, will you come with me to sweep the ground?"

Shen Zhaoli yawned, his fox eyes full of cunning, and said with a smile: "I will have someone sweep it, just tell me, do you like it or not?"

"I like it." Wen Jiao paused and sneered, "Bullshit."

Shen Zhaoli raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you like?"

"Can I ask this directly?"

"It's so tiring to keep guessing. How about this, let's switch. You ask me what I like, I tell you, and then you give it to me."

Wen Jiao sneered and half-jokingly said, "How can I afford to give you something you like?"

"You misunderstood me. The things I like are not expensive. You can afford them." Shen Zhaoli urged, "Wen Jiao, ask me first."

"Are you tired of sleeping on the floor these past few months?" Wen Jiao suddenly changed the subject.

The smile on Shen Zhaoli's face faded a little, "You don't want me to sleep next door, do you?"

Wen Jiao did not answer. She looked at the heavy snow outside the window and thought worriedly that such a big scene would probably spread all over Hong Kong. Wen Jiao originally wanted to keep a low profile, but this time she was forced to be high-profile.

Wen Jiao frowned, and finally turned around and looked at Shen Zhaoli, "This is not the way to give gifts. I don't like the things you gave me before."

The expression on Shen Zhaoli's face faded slightly. He stood up and walked in front of Wen Jiao.

He had just woken up, his hair was still messy, and he looked indescribably lazy and casual.

At this moment, he scratched his hair in an upset state, but his face did not show any sign of it. He just whispered: "Then tell me, what do you like? Wen Jiao, I also want to give you something that suits your taste, but you only say thank you. I don't know what you are thinking."

"Do we have to be like Bian Yue and the others?" Wen Jiao looked at Shen Zhaoli with calm eyes.

Shen Zhaoli's gorgeous face was covered with a layer of gloom. He lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Jiao's face. His voice was very calm: "If you don't like it, you can say you don't like it. I'll think of something else. Wen Jiao, you can't back away every time I want to get close to you."

Wen Jiao frowned. She was silent for a moment before she said, "I need to prepare a gift for Bian Yue. I'll be out first."

The moment they passed each other, he fell asleep and held Wen Jiao.

He held her wrists tightly, and unlike his calm expression, his actions showed that he was very paranoid.

"Wen Jiao, what's wrong with you? You've been avoiding me all this time. I thought I had told you what I was thinking."

Wen Jiao didn't know what was wrong with him.

After spending a few months together, everything was obviously going well, but she still had the urge to back off.

It was difficult for her to explain her feelings to Shen Zhaoli, and even she herself didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment.

"I'm fine..." Wen Jiao paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Shen Zhaoli, you have to allow me to have emotions and hesitations. You have made your feelings clear, but you can't ask me to respond immediately! I can't do it!"

Shen Zhaoli just cared too much, which led to his uncontrolled overcorrection.

He knew that he had pushed Wen Jiao too far, but now that things had come to this, he couldn't back down.

"Jiaojiao, if you are unhappy, I can apologize. I know that my actions may have caused you trouble, but please don't back down. We can maintain the current state and continue to get along."

Wen Jiao felt that the knuckles of Shen Zhaoli's hand holding her wrist were cold.

He is not such a compromising person.

But he only gave in in front of me.

Wen Jiao was not an ungrateful person, but during this period of time, she did feel an indescribable suffocation under Shen Zhaoli's constant attack.

This is love, but within love, there is a kind of paranoia hidden under the gentleness and casualness.

He is a person with a strong desire for control at heart.

Wen Jiao gently broke free of Shen Zhaoli's wrist and said, "I'll ask my father to ask someone to come and sweep the snow. It's still early, so you can get some more sleep."

Shen Zhaoli stood there, motionless, until Wen Jiao left. Then he looked expressionlessly in the direction of the bedroom door. After that, the darkness in his eyes gradually deepened.

Shen Zhaoli crawled out from the darkest and dampest abyss. He was not a cheerful and easy-going person by nature, but in front of Wen Jiao, he could only cover it up with a careless appearance.

But as they spend more and more time together, their love becomes more and more out of control. Shen Zhaoli is just trying his best to stay rational so that he can barely maintain the appearance of a human being.

He didn't want Wen Jiao to leave him, if possible, he never wanted to.
When Wen Jiao went downstairs, Wen Yongwei was bringing breakfast out of the kitchen.

Her old father was in a very good mood recently. Wen Jiao saw Wen Yongwei waving at her and said with a smile: "Jiao Jiao! Come and have dinner!"

Wen Jiao suppressed the negative emotions on his face, walked towards Wen Yongwei with a smile, and joked: "Let me see what delicious food you made today!"

"I'm glad you don't mind! With my old bones, I can only cook for you!" Wen Yongwei said this, looked in the direction of the stairs, and tentatively nudged Wen Jiao with his elbow, saying, "What's going on? Where's Zhaoli? Not eating breakfast?"

"Why do you only ask him? He made such a heavy snow outside, can't you see it?" Wen Jiao looked at Wen Yongwei helplessly.

"Don't you girls just like this kind of romance?" Wen Yongwei said with a smile, "This is Hong Kong. I've lived almost my whole life and I've never seen snow! Why are you still unhappy, kid?"

Wen Jiao was not unhappy.

She just thought Shen Zhaoli was too attentive.

At this moment, this idea finally became clear.

Wen Jiao bit his lip and said, "Dad, if someone spared no effort to give you everything in the world, wouldn't it seem particularly ungrateful if you refused to accept it?"

"Of course not. You have the right to accept, and of course you have the right to refuse." Wen Yongwei looked at Wen Jiao with a smile and said softly, "But Jiaojiao, after getting married, you still have responsibilities to each other."

Wen Jiao nodded thoughtfully. She smiled and took Wen Yongwei's hand, saying, "Dad, let's eat."

There is also responsibility. These words awakened Wen Jiao.

After all, they are already husband and wife.

After dinner, Wen Jiao received a call from Bian Yue, who asked her if she wanted to come and see the snow.

Wen Jiao smiled and said, "Shen Zhaoli also got himself killed."