It took Yan'an a few seconds to respond to what Zheng Youan meant by coordinating with the current situation.
Silence, long silence.
Silence followed by an explosion.
At the same time that Yan An rolled over, Zheng Youan turned pale in shock and waved his hand to block him, but was caught by his wrist and pressed on top of his head.
"Zheng You'an!"
Word by word, he gritted his teeth, full of anger and nowhere to vent, only one or two leaks from his tone.
"Do you know that you are looking for..."
The rest of the word, he finally couldn't say it to Zheng Youan.
But Zheng Youan is not incapable of understanding.
"Let go of me!" Zheng Youan struggled for a while, unable to let go, "What do you want to do! You want, want to force you, this is marital rape!"
"You also know that we have such a relationship?"
Yan An clasped her wrist tightly.
In the quiet night, only the sound of their unsteady breathing remained.
Some things happen for the first time, and what happens after that is a matter of course.
What's more, the two are still husband and wife, and they are working with certificates, which is so reasonable that it can't be more reasonable.
Moreover, in this marriage, Zheng Youan knew that he was the one who "climbed".
She tilted her head and said, "Come on then, but I'm ill, and my voice may not be very pleasant."
Yanan: "… "
"Zheng Youan, did you lose your brain in Africa and didn't bring it back?"
Yan An threw her hand away, lay back on the other side, and took a long breath.
"I'm a human being, and I won't be too pretentious to attack a patient."
Zheng Youan wrapped himself in the quilt and turned his back to him, and for a long time, he said "oh".
After a few seconds, the two were speechless.
But just when Zheng Youan was thinking about whether to change room to sleep, she felt the temperature beside her approaching again, and then, Yanan held her wrist again, rubbed lightly for a moment, and suddenly started to touch her collarbone... and then followed neck up...
Although Zheng Youan began to tremble, she didn't move or resist, she just said quietly, "Have you decided not to be a human?"
The movement stopped abruptly, and Yan An seemed to be trying his best to hold back his anger and sighed heavily.
"Zheng Youan—" He closed his eyes, "Get up and go to the hospital. You have a fever."-
Just after Yanan lay down and calmed down for a while, he recalled that when he grabbed Zheng Youan's wrist, he felt that the temperature was not right.
So he reached out and touched it again, it was really hot.
The collarbone, the neck… the temperature wasn’t quite right.
It was three o'clock in the morning when I came out of the hospital. The ambulance was whizzing by, the alarm bells were ringing, the lights were flashing, and the vehicles coming and going were scrambling for time with the god of death.
Yan An finished smoking a cigarette and rolled up the car window, isolating the sense of urgency outside.
He glanced at Zheng Youan, the co-pilot, lightly.
"I don't know if I have a fever?"
Zheng Youan lowered his head and picked his fingernails, pretending to say "oh" softly, "I didn't pay much attention."
Back home, Yan An turned on the lights and said at the same time, "Get some rest early."
Zheng Youan buried her head and went upstairs, and Yanan followed behind her.
Walking to the door of the room, she turned her head and met Yan An's eyes.
Although she didn't speak, Yan An understood what she meant.
"you-"
Forget it, don't breathe with a patient.
"I'll go to the second bedroom."
When Yan'an turned his head and left, Zheng You'an slammed the door and said softly, "Brother Yan'an, you've worked hard for you tonight."
Yan An didn't look back at all, leaving a "pleasant" and entering the second bedroom.
But lying on the bed, he was not very calm.
The thought of Zheng You'an's eyes just repelling him from entering the room made him feel uncomfortable.
Yes, he knew that he and Zheng Youan had no relationship foundation, and there was no relationship between him and her in the year before she went abroad.
Although it was an accident that night, he didn't force her.
Why are you guarding him like a thief now
[Yan An]: An An, are you asleep
Zheng Youan was already tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. When she heard the phone vibrate, she thought that finally a friend who was not asleep could listen to her.
I didn't expect to pick up the phone and take a look.
It's better not to shake.
Zheng Youan naturally pretended to sleep without replying to the news.
In the middle of the night, in a daze, she felt a coldness on her forehead.
Like that night, Yan An's kiss fell on her forehead, it was cold and cold, but it was very touching.
As if he had a hunch, Zheng Youan opened his eyes suddenly, and Yan An's face appeared in front of him.
She panicked, "You—"
"Don't talk."
Yan An didn't want to listen to her at all, and reached out and pulled the towel off her forehead, "You haven't gone down with your fever."
Zheng Youan was stunned for a long time, until Yanan washed the towel again and put it on her forehead.
"Why didn't you sleep?"
"If I sleep, you'll be burned here today, and tomorrow I'll be a widower."
"Isn't that… nice?"
"Zheng Youan?" Yanan leaned over and frowned, "Are you stupid?"
Zheng Youan felt that she might indeed be burned foolishly.
"Oh, indeed."
Yan An pursed her lips and said nothing, but listened to her again: "I shouldn't curse myself."
Yanan: "… "
Yan An understands that it is the fault of that night.
Now he is a beast in Zheng Youan's eyes-
Zheng Youan didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up at noon, Yanan was gone, but the towel on his forehead was still warm.
She sat up with her upper body half propped up, looked around, put on a nightgown, and opened the door like a thief.
Coincidentally, Yan An was standing at the door with a cup of coffee.
"Awake?" Yan An lifted his eyelids, "This is your home, you don't have to."
Zheng Youan cleared his throat, "Aren't you going to work today?"
Yan An put one hand in his pocket and walked downstairs slowly.
"want."
Zheng Youan stuck out a head: "Then...?"
Yan An leaned on the railing and looked back at her: "I work at home."
"That's not good?"
Yan An tilted her head, "What's wrong?"
Seeing Yan'an's magnanimous appearance, Zheng You'an knew that he had overstepped himself with the little princess, "It's nothing wrong."
For the next three days, Zheng Youan recuperated at home, and Yan An also worked at home.
It was said to be work, but Zheng Youan felt that Yan An was staring at her as if she had been assigned something.
One evening, while watching TV in the living room, she accidentally kicked the table when she got up.
It was marble, and she cried out in pain and burst into tears.
Yan An came down from the upstairs study and stood in front of her.
"What's wrong?"
Zheng Youan pointed to his toes, "It's a waste, it's a waste."
Yan An picked her up and put her back on the sofa.
"It can't be scrapped, the skin is not broken."
"My skin is so delicate!"
As soon as the voice fell, the two were silent at the same time.
Zheng Youan seemed to have said this once, but not on this occasion, but that night.
Zheng Youan didn't open her face, she didn't cry, she didn't cry anymore.
Yan An sat down and watched TV silently.
Just keep silent.
Zheng Youan thought that silence is the best antidote to embarrassment.
"It's pretty delicate."
"… "
After that day, Zheng Youan's illness was healed as quickly as if he had doubled the speed.
She began to sit still at home, with a heart that wanted to escape this strange cage.
"Sisters? Is there a party?"
"I can't stay at home anymore."
- "You're back home?"
- "When did you come back?"
"It's not important. He guards me at home every day. I'm about to get moldy."
"He's sitting next to me now watching the data. The TV is still on. Is there anything I can't watch at the company?"
— "Imprisoned love?"
"?"
- "Come on, it's Achen's birthday tonight, come to MIX to play."
"good."
Zheng Youan put down the phone and glanced at Yanan secretly.
Yan'an's cell phone kept ringing.
"Someone looking for you?"
Zheng Youan asked.
"Friend." Yan An looked down at the document in his hand, "Don't worry about it."
"That's not good, I see that you haven't been out of the house very much these days, to let the wind out?"
Yan An's eyes swept over, with a hint of exploration, "What?"
"It's okay, it just so happens that I have something to do today."
Zheng Youan brushed her hair, "My friend has a public welfare project, I'll go take a look."
An hour later, Zheng Youan stood by the car door and waved goodbye to Yanan.
"Then I'll go first?"
"I really don't need to take you off?" Yan An said, "I have to go out too."
"No, my driver is here."
In the car, Zheng Youan took out her cosmetic bag and filled herself with gorgeous lipstick and bulingbuling blush.
Unbutton the coat, inside is a sexy little skirt.
After arriving at MIX, Zheng Youan felt that she was right today.
One of those little sisters is more coquettish than the other, and the little brothers who are called are from the film school. One is good-looking, and the other is like dancing. She, who is not very good at drinking, wants to get started and learn two.
It's really nice to be a drunken fan of gold and sensuality.
— if she wasn't the only married woman present.
She repeatedly stretched out her little hand that was about to move, and was pressed back by the marriage certificate at home.
Looking at the little sisters who were flirting with their little brother, Zheng Youan was very depressed.
On the other side, the booth on the second floor.
Yan An sat in the corner of the sofa, slightly turning the glass in his hand, but didn't take a sip.
The friend leaned over to him and smiled: "What's the matter? I haven't seen anyone in the last few days, where have you been?"
Yan An: "Accompany my wife at home."
"Huh?" The friend was shocked, "Huh?"
"She just returned home and was sick for a few days."
My friend wasn't surprised by this at all, just surprised that he was with his plastic wife at home.
Throughout the night, Yan An was a little absent-minded.
I don't know when there were more people around, and there were several people he didn't know.
At eleven o'clock, he hit Hache, shocking the people around him again.
"Boss Xiaoyan, are you sleepy?"
Yan An nodded: "A little bit."
These days, I have been working too regularly at home, and I have to catch the patient to bed on time at eleven o'clock. He has nothing to do, so naturally he has to sleep.
After finishing speaking, he sent a message to Zheng Youan.
[Yan An]: Are you home
[Zheng Youan]: No, still chatting, a few people from the film industry came.
[Yan An]: Oh.
He put away his phone and glanced downstairs at will. In a blink of an eye, there seemed to be a familiar woman under the DJ stage.
He couldn't hold back his eyes.
After a few seconds, he walked towards the railing.
"Boss Xiaoyan, what are you doing?"
A man followed behind him, looking down along his line of sight, his eyes fixed on the female DJ on the stage.
"nothing."
There are too many people below. You come and go, and Yan An is dazzled, so she turns around and walks back.
However, the man just saw it, and he did things for him very intimately.
A few minutes later, a woman with an enchanting figure came up.
"This is Chief Xiaoyan."
The man pointed at Yan An and introduced, "Prince of Beihang."
The female DJ raised her eyebrows and reached out to Yan'an, "Hello, I've heard the name for a long time."
Yan An raised her head from her phone, glanced at the person in front of her, and slowly extended her hand.
Shaking hands, he didn't say anything, glanced at the half glass of wine in front of the table, not interested.
But when this look fell into the eyes of the man next to him, it had some other meaning.
He urged the female DJ beside him, "Go and pour a glass of wine for Mr. Xiaoyan."
The female DJ looked at Yan An and seemed to be lacking in interest. She was not very happy, but she was a shareholder of this bar, and it was her duty to coax guests well. Greeted with a decanter.
"Boss Xiaoyan, I'll give you a toast."
Yan An casually touched the wine glass, smelled the wine, but lost interest and just put it aside.
At the same time, the man sat next to him and said, "We Miss Baker are single."
Yan An raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said with a half-smile, "Don't you know I'm married?"
Seeing Yanan smiling, the man thought he meant that, so he waved to the DJ who was smoking, "Come and drink with Mr. Xiaoyan."
Who doesn't know that Yan'an's marriage was abrupt, and after more than a year of marriage, the couple hardly showed up together. Everyone felt like a mirror in their hearts.
The female DJ looked back at them and came over with a wine glass.
But before she could speak, Yan An stood up abruptly and gave the man a cold look.
"I haven't thought about hitting my wife in the face like that."
After that, he put on his jacket and walked out.
Two seconds later, the man came back to his senses, his face was blue and white, and he hurriedly chased out.
"Boss Xiaoyan! President Xiaoyan! You wait first! That's not what I meant, doesn't it look like you are boring! Hey! Hey! President Xiaoyan! Ouch—"
The man was caught off guard and bumped into Yan An's back, and the bridge of his nose almost crooked him.
He rubbed his nose, feeling drunk, his eyes glowing with golden flowers, "Boss Yan... What's the matter, or—"
The voice stopped abruptly when he saw a person in the middle of the dance floor.
And Yan An's back looks a little infiltrating.
The man blinked his eyes, said nothing, and left the stage sadly.
At the end of the song, Zheng Youan patted her chest, sweat soaked on her forehead, and a little boy graciously handed her a glass of juice.
The lights above her head dazzled her, and she didn't look carefully at who it was, she just reached out to pick it up.
As soon as it hit the wall of the glass, the juice was taken away by someone.
"Why?"
Zheng You'an turned back, before the swirling eyes could be restrained, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze on his face.
"Feast, feast..."
"Shouldn't you just call me husband?"-
Chengjiang is outside the bar. It was windy at night, and Zheng Youan sneezed.
"Close the window."
Yan An took a deep breath, closed the window, and turned on the heater.
"Charity activities?" He raised his eyebrows sideways, "Who are you doing charity work for?"
Zheng Youan lowered his head and picked his nails.
"Also in the film industry." Yan An looked back at the bar sign, "Are those handsome guys from the Film Academy?"
"I don't know, I haven't asked, I don't know."
"Then I think you are having a good time?"
The two were silent for a while in the car, and Zheng Youan's friend sent her a message.
- "An An, are you alright?"
- "I just saw your husband's face is not very good, you explain to him."
- "What, it's not just out for a drink and nothing to do. How could your husband meet you if he doesn't come to the bar."
— "And didn't you say that you both don't ask each other about each other's private lives?"
Oh yes.
Zheng Youan suddenly raised his head, feeling guilty for why he did this.
She is not a thief.
"Why am I happy?" Zheng Youan's eyes widened, "Didn't you come to the bar to have fun?"
"I-seeking pleasure?"
Yan An was stunned by her words.
What is he looking for
Since he got engaged to Zheng Youan, not even a female pigeon has flown by his side.
It's not that he loved Zheng Youan so much at that time, but he just felt that this was the little sister he had grown up with since childhood. Since he was married to him, even if the two had no relationship, he couldn't slap her in the face.
This circle is not too small, not too big. If he has anything with any woman, he can make a hot search for him, let alone let everyone see Zheng Youan's jokes.
"Isn't it?" Zheng Youan waved his hand, "It doesn't really matter, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't make trouble. I don't care, but you have to take care of my parents' face."
Yanan: "… "
Holding the steering wheel, he tried to hit the brake several times but didn't.
It's hard to let out a sigh of relief.
What is he doing at home like a nanny these days
What is the purpose of getting up in the middle of the night to give her a fever
Yan An asked with a sullen face, "What do you really want me to do?"
"That's right." Zheng Youan looked out the window, "I said it before, I don't care about your private life, you buy me so many lenses this year, and let me swipe your secondary card, I Certainly not going too far."
"Row."
Yan An dropped a word, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out.
"Why are you driving so fast?"
Zheng Youan tightened his seat belt, his heart was beating out of his throat, "Are you outside the F1 formula?"
Yan An said lightly: "The F1 formula is not a product of our country and has not been compiled."
Zheng Youan: "..."
In less than 30 minutes, the rear of the car swung, and Yan An backed the car into the garage on the first floor.
When Zheng Youan got off the car, he didn't know whether it was because the speed was too fast or the alcohol was on top of it.
"Are you drunk driving? I'll report you!"
"Okay, I'm in jail, hello every day, right?"
Seeing her unsteady standing, Yan An took her hand, "Go upstairs."
Zheng Youan was dragged upstairs by him scoldingly, stuffed into the bathroom, and closed the door to take a shower.
"That's too much. You can go to the bar and I can't?"
She muttered by herself, "And I didn't do anything. I didn't even touch my little brother's hand. I don't look like you. I saw you change three girlfriends when I was in junior high school."
Suddenly a voice came from outside the door.
"Xiao An'an, don't think I don't know about your junior high school romance."
"… why are you standing by the door of my bathroom?"
Zheng Youan supported the edge of the bathtub and was on alert, "You... pervert?"
Yan An couldn't bear it any longer and opened the door directly.
The lights in the bathroom were bright, Zheng Youan was lying in the bathroom, the water sprinkled with bath salt was cloudy, a bunch of petals floated, and her body was faintly revealed.
Her face turned red because of drinking too much.
With a splash of water, Zheng Youan moved to the corner, "What are you doing?"
"Can you stop treating me as a thief for a while and a pervert for a while?" Yan An folded his arms and looked at Zheng You'an without any evil intentions, "Anyway, I and you are a state-certified couple. "
"Then go and ask..." Zheng Youan said, "Which normal person is hiding at the door of the bathroom and peeking at other people's baths?"
"I just—" Yan An's eyes bulged, "I didn't peek!"
"Then you just passed by?"
"… "
"Look, you can't explain it." Zheng Youan covered his chest, "Brother Yan'an, you are not Emperor Chengdi of Han, and I am not Zhao Hede, it's really shameless to say this kind of peeking at my wife's bath at home. , don't do that anymore."
fuck you...
Yan An really wanted to swear.
He was just worried that Zheng Youan drank too much and took a bath and fell down like last time, and she regarded her as a pervert.
"What?" Yan An said coldly, "You also know that you are my wife?"
He slowly approached the bathtub and glanced down, the beautiful scenery was looming in the rippling water.
"What if I just watch you take a shower?"
Zheng Youan slowly picked up his knees and looked at Yan An nervously.
"This is... you said?"-
Five minutes later, Yan An ignored Zheng Youan and pressed Zheng Youan by the bathtub.
"Zheng You'an! You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the bathroom!"
Yan An came in like a man, and at this moment not only became a chicken, but also had a few rose petals hanging on his head.
"Didn't you want me to take a bath?" She slapped water frantically with her hands, "That's how I take a bath! Look! You can see enough!"
The stamina of this wine is really strong, Zheng Youan seems to have forgotten that he is not wearing anything, and flutters about in the bathroom with his hands.
For a while pouring water in the bathtub, while holding a shower to be a firefighter.
Unbearable, no need to endure.
"Zheng You'an, give me some peace of mind!"
Zheng Youan didn't hear clearly, and while stirring the water, he asked, "What did you say? What do you share? Premarital property?!"
Yan An was too lazy to talk to her, so he started directly.
But Zheng Youan had just taken a bath, and her body was very slippery. Yanan didn't want to grab her hard, but the woman seemed to have a lot of strength after taking a bath, and broke free from his hand several times.
One to two, three to four, colorful, seven meat and eight vegetarian...
For a few hours, Zheng You'an lay in Yan'an's arms, eyes wide open, and the wine was completely awake.
History is always strikingly similar, and fate is always reincarnated.
She seems to be having sex again after drinking.
And tonight, she seemed more desperate than last time.
Because she clearly remembered that she seemed to say a few shameful words in a row.
Zheng Youan stared at the ceiling, unable to calm down for a long time.
What are they
Legal Cannon | Friends
That's really as legal as it can get, and the whole world applauds them.
The room was quiet, and Zheng You'an didn't even dare to turn his head, after all, the sound of another person's breathing was close at hand.
She slowly moved to the side a little, a little, a little more...
Suddenly, the hand covering her waist tightened suddenly.
"What reason do you want to use today?"
Yan An slowly opened his eyes and sent out a soul torture to Zheng Youan.
The reason that last time really can't be used, she herself admitted it.
Zheng Youan decided to retreat as advance, shrank his neck, and buried himself in Yan'an's arms.
"I'm sleeping, Brother Yan'an."
Yan An gave a soft "um".
"Good night."
After speaking, Zheng Youan felt a little strange.
Why so nice.
Speaking of which, Yan An also felt a little strange.
Since the two got engaged, the number of times they met was actually less than the number of times they met with friends.
Because of this, many people have speculated about their marital status.
During this period, there were a lot of temptations, big and small, and some people even blatantly ignored Zheng Youan and blatantly stuffed him with women.
Every time, Yan An thought in his heart that he couldn't let Zheng Youan be looked down upon by others, and he couldn't bear to count his younger sister who grew up watching him.
- You can't slap my wife in the face like that.
There are many such psychological hints, and it seems to have become an established fact.
And his complete psychological change also came from an unexpected night three months ago.
Now that you have the reality of husband and wife, let's live a good life, and stop wearing plastic husband and wife to the outside world.
He didn't even think about getting a divorce.
But that night, he had another strange feeling.
To use the famous saying in their CEO circle, that is—this woman is so damn sweet.
But this sister was better. She slept with her own husband and ran faster than anyone else the next day.
Yan An's teeth itch every time she thinks about it.
Fortunately, he has performed well during this time, and Zheng Youan has learned to behave well.
I felt a lot more at ease, and Yan An also fell asleep quickly.
The next morning, the sun shone into the room, and Yan An woke up leisurely.
He turned his head to look at the person beside the bed, but only saw white sheets.
Ok
Yan An slowly reached out and touched the temperature of the sheets.
Hold.
cold.
He is cold again.
He immediately got up and went out, and went around the villa without seeing Zheng Youan.
Finally, he returned to his room and picked up his mobile phone, only to find that Zheng Youan had sent him a WeChat message three hours ago.
[Zheng Youan]: Brother Yanan, I seem to have damaged your clothes last night. I will go to Europe to buy you an identical one and pay you!
Yanan: "… "
He got it.
He is not living well.
He is out of luck.