The Count Hilal's mansion welcomed a distinguished guest whom Count Kerry attached great importance to. When the maid was cleaning in the front hall, she saw the murky Earl Lord, who smiled and led a beautiful man in the front hall with a smile on his face.

"This is the antechamber of the mansion. If you are tired, you can rest here. You can ask the maid to do what you want to eat and drink."

Kerry took Qi Yan's hand to sit on the sofa and called the maid: "Go make a pot of black tea."

The maid retired and looked at Qi Yan curiously before she left. After all, her life was beautiful, and she was treated like this by the Earl.

After the maid left, Kerry smiled again, and looked at Qi Yan like coquettishly, "Do you like it? If you like, you can stay here and be your own home!"

-Everything here is for you, and I will give it to you.

Qi Yan took a serious look, and thought thoughtfully: "Too gorgeous."

"Don't you like this?" Kerry hurriedly said: "I don't like it either! As it happens, I'm going to remodel this place!"

"Kerry, you have to follow your own heart." Qi Yan looked at him seriously and said: "Don't care about me, I can live wherever I live."

"But I want to make you happy."

Kerry's words left Qi Yan speechless, Kerry was always thinking about him. As he was about to move away from the topic, a dignified and gentle female voice suddenly came from the stairs behind him.

"Ah, there is a guest at home."

Nasha came down from the second floor, her delicate face was wiped with white powder, her ruddy cheeks were revealed, and her lips were also smeared with grease, and the lady's breath came.

Qi Yan felt that Kerry's face went dark when he saw Nasha.

Nasha came to Qi Yan at the pace of an elegant lady, and looked down at him with a master gesture.

"I'm Kerry's wife, Nasha Hilal." After that, she performed a lady's salute: "For your sudden visit, we are not prepared, it is rude."

Qi Yan replied without changing his face: "It wasn't a sudden visit, Kerry knew long ago that you don't have to feel rude."

Originally it was just because there were noble guests in the family, but she did not receive any notice from Kerry. The angry Nasha came over for Kerry, but she was choked by Qi Yan unexpectedly. Nasha looked at Qi Yan right now and looked carefully up and down.

This man is very handsome, not like a human, but like an elf. But he doesn't have sharp ears, but crystal blue eyes...not elves, nor vulgar races like goblins and dwarves.

Nasha was astute in her mind and made a full gesture on her face: "It turns out that Kerry knew already!"

"Huh." Qi Yan responded, turned to look at Kerry, and asked, "Your wife?"

Ke inside was black, he pondered for a moment and nodded gently.

"It turns out that. But did you tell me what you were going to bring me?"

The beginning of Kriebe: "No need."

Such a straightforward dismissal made Nasha's face pale. She stared at Kerry and gritted her teeth: "Kerry, the guests are still there!"

In Nasha's impression, Kerry still needs to be like her...

However, Kerry's following words almost gave her a blow.

"Ayan is not a guest." Kerry glanced coldly at her: "Ayan is more intimate with me than you."

"A man?!" Nasha's voice raised suddenly, especially sharp.

Kerry stood up unpleasantly and refused to speak to Nasha, but pulled Qi Yan and walked towards the second floor.

"Kerry!"

Nasha called his name in the back.

"Kerry! I want you to stand still!"

Kerry did not stay in the slightest, and seemed to let her go on like this.

There were more and more maids and waiters hiding in the curtains and corners, pointing at Nasha and whispering.

Nasha gasped, she waited for the back of Kerry and Qi Yan, and could not calm down for a long time.

Kerry took Qi Yan to his hurry to clean the bedroom this morning, locked the door after entering the room, and turned to hug Qi Yan.

Burying his face into Qi Yan's neck, Kerry sniffed the unique breath of him.

"Kerry?" An unknown voice sounded.

Kerry embraced Qi Yan, and hot air sprayed around his neck: "Let me hug for a while."

——I want to hug you for two years.

Qi Yan hugged him back without speaking, but quietly waited for his mood to calm down.

People like Kerry do not need sympathy and neglect, but need companionship.

Quiet companionship is enough, and it is because of this that Kerry will fall in love with Qi.

"Ayan..."

For a long time, Kerry's sad and empty tone rang through the house.

"I love you so much."

——I love you so much, I can’t extricate myself. I really want to hold you for life...you are in my arms, only in my arms.

"Kerry..."

"You said you loved me too, hurry up, I'm waiting."

Kerry didn't know what it was like in his heart, only to feel the bitterness traversing from his throat, gradually flowing into the blood.

——Hurry, say you love me, otherwise... I don’t know what to do.

Qi Yan looked blind, looking at the gorgeous silverware on the cabinet in the distance, and the hand covering Kerry's back slowly fell.

"Kerry, you have a wife."

The fact that Kerry was thrown into **** cannot be turned over.

Kerry's eyes became dim, and then deep like obsidian, it was dark, unable to see the emotions.

"This is not what I thought, A Yan..." The pleading and the panic just disappeared, and Kerry's voice calmed down suddenly, unable to hear the emotions in it: "This is not the marriage I want, I love you, I want you."

"Kerry, everything has a beginning and an end." Qi Yan persuaded softly: "Your wife, she may depend on you more than you think."

"It has nothing to do with me!" Kerry's voice suddenly went crazy. He grabbed Qi Yan's shoulders, and the black eyes stared at him with death: "Why do you talk to her like this?! She has nothing to do with you anyway." Okay! Just look at me!"

As if his shoulders were clamped by iron tongs, Kerry was very hard, Qi Yan was painful, and his eyebrows were gently curled: "Kerry you..."

"Ayan..." Suddenly, Kerry's attitude softened again. He looked at Qi Yan carefully, with an apologetic voice with a hint of crying: "I'm sorry... sorry, I must hurt you... sorry , Don't be mad at me..."

Such a change gave Qi Yan a bad hunch in his heart. He slowly pulled away Kerry's hand and took two steps back to keep his distance.

"Kerry, you are too tired and need to rest."

"Ayan..."

If the puppet-like low voice made Qi Yan's heart tremble, Kerry looked up and Qi Yan froze.

The handsome and determined face was covered with tears, drop by drop, falling on the ground as if hitting Qi Yan's heart.

-This man is crying.