Yan Zhen just wanted to kill for a moment.
The muscles of the whole body tensed instantly, the blue veins burst out, and the sight was red.
Turning around and going out, holding the stair railing, taking a deep breath and calming down for a moment, he pushed the door again and came in again - Su Jinxin had stopped making trouble, but she was still stuck in a nightmare. The ground came out, the knuckles pale.
Yan Zhen only felt that his heart was also clenched by that fist, and the pain was urgent and sharp.
He hurried up, took his hand, and called out his name softly.
Su Jinxin struggled for a while, but did not wake up, and muttered again: "It hurts, Alei don't want it anymore, I hurt so much..."
Yan Zhen's heart was about to be shattered by him.
He just felt that the hand in his palm was wet and cold, so he quickly pressed his hand to his chest and covered it, grabbed a tissue to help him wipe his forehead: "Be careful, be careful, it's me, baby, don't be afraid, it's me. "
Su Jinxin earns again, but still doesn't wake up.
Yan Zhen felt strange, reached out and probed under the duvet, and sure enough, he was soaking wet. He quickly took Su Jinxin out of the quilt, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it in one hand, and carried it to the cloakroom to find clothes for him to change.
Su Jinxin was probably used to Yan Zhen's embrace. After being circled and patted on the back, he just stopped making trouble. The tense body slowly relaxes. His head slid softly into Yan Zhen's neck, allowing Yan Zhen to strip him clean and dry before re-arming him.
Yan Zhen was full of fire.
But seeing Su Jinxin curled up in her arms and sleeping like a homing bird, she couldn't help but curl her lips. He wanted to put Su Jinxin on the sofa, but found that the back of his shirt was grabbed. After pulling it for a while but not moving, Su Jinxin smashed her mouth again, and arched into his arms again: "Don't go..."
Yan Zhen's heart skipped a beat.
I don't know if it should be sweet or sour.
He was stunned for a moment, sighed secretly, and asked the housekeeper to bring someone up to clean up the bed—in fact, he still had a temper, and he had nowhere to put it, so he couldn't help but scolded the housekeepers and servants who came up to clean up: so careless. You don't even know what people tell you to look at. After sweating for a long time, no one came to see it.
Yan Zhen is prudent and prudent, and he is lenient with the servants, and rarely loses his temper with the servants.
The moment he lost his temper, everyone was stunned, holding their breaths, their hands and feet were lighter than usual, five or six people were busy in the room, and there was literally no sound at all—let alone reminded him personally: who was the first to explain? It's a gadget, don't take it too seriously, a small family has shallow eyelids, and if you spoil it, you will become a monster"; who has gradually treated Su Jinxin as a personal item in the past six months, and anyone else will get a black face if they touch it more.
However, this commotion woke Su Jinxin. He vaguely heard that Yan Zhen was teaching people a lesson. He quickly raised his hand to touch his chest, and said vaguely, "Don't be angry, don't be angry." As if hearing that Yan Zhen lost his temper because of himself, he quickly said, "I'm fine, it's not their fault, don't worry..."
Yan Zhen was angry and didn't think much about it, saying, "It's none of your business, you go to sleep!" and blocked Su Jinxin back.
When the people packed up and walked out, and put Su Jinxin back into the bed, Yan Zhen was startled that he was in a hurry. Looking down, Su Jinxin was pretending to be asleep, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You..." Yan Zhen had no choice but to take his frightened bunny-like appearance, put his arms around his waist and lifted him up, pecked his forehead comfortingly, "I'm not mad at you. , don't be afraid."
Su Jinxin gave a soft "um", raised her face obediently and pouted, and was torn apart by Yan Zhen for a while before panting: "I know, why are you so worried about this? It's trivial, you're just worried."
Saying so, he became more and more soft, hooked Yan Zhen's neck, and curled himself into Yan Zhen's arms.
At this time, the mind is still so much.
Yan Zhen didn't know what to say about him, so he carefully avoided his injury and patted his back lightly through his clothes: "Go to sleep."
Su Jinxin stayed here in Yanzhen on weekdays and weekends.
He was used to sleeping with Yan Zhen. Soon a sweet little snoring began.
Yan Zhen never fell asleep.
Su Jinxin's "I hurt" was circling back and forth in his mind, and his heart pounded. Su Jinxin was always good when she slept beside him. No crying, no fussing, no dreaming, whatever Yan Zhen held him, he stayed in Yan Zhen's arms, and his posture seldom changed all night.
Yan Zhen always thought that he was so quiet and well-behaved when he slept.
but didn't expect...
... Thinking about it this way, how many things does Su Jinxin have that he doesn't know about Yan Zhen
Yan Zhen thought back and forth:
Was he really that nice? Is the character innate like this? Are you never afraid of pain, or are you afraid to cry out in front of yourself? Are gentleness and thoughtfulness real, or are they holding back their petty temper in private? The relationship with the boyfriend is really good, or just... After all, a really good boyfriend should not let his lover come out to accompany others to make money...
Can't think about it.
When I thought about it, my teeth were sore. The temples jumped. And evil is born to the gall.
Before that, Yan Zhen had never thought about keeping Su Jinxin—although it was not that such an idea flashed, but after all, the young couples were in love, and he was not a savage who attacked the mandarin ducks. Quite unstoppable.
but if…
If Su Jinxin's so-called boyfriend only makes him cry in his dreams...
Yan Zhen kissed Su Jinxin with a little red nose: "I won't let you cry."
The next morning, Yan Zhen took Su Jinxin to the restaurant and put it down, turned back to call the secretary of life, and explained to investigate Su Jinxin's personal relationship in depth: "Just check the foreign country where Jinxin always sends money to him. account."
The secretary was obviously stunned for a moment: "Mr. Yan, didn't you say you wouldn't check this line before?"
Yan Zhen frowned: "This time, this time. I didn't want to go into it back then. Now I've changed my mind."