Landing On My Heart

Fanwai 9

It took Yan An a few seconds and cooperated with the current situation to realize what Zheng Youan meant.

Silence, a long silence.

After the silence is an explosion.

While Yan An turned over and overturned, Zheng Youan was shocked and waved to block him, but was caught and pressed his wrist on top of his head.

"Zheng Youan!"

He gritted his teeth every word, full of anger and nowhere to vent, only one or two leaks from his tone.

"Do you know that you are looking for..."

With that word left, he finally couldn't say it to Zheng Youan.

But Zheng Youan is not unconscious.

"You let me go!" Zheng Youan struggled for a while and couldn't get away. "What do you want to do? You! If you want, if you want to force you, this is marital rape|rape!"

"Do you also know that we are in this relationship?"

Yan An clasped her wrist tightly.

Only the unsteady breathing of two people remained in the quiet night.

Some things happen for the first time, and what happens afterwards is a matter of course.

What's more, the two are still husbands and wives.

And in this marriage, Zheng Youan knew that he was the "high climber" party.

She tilted her head and said, "Come on then, but I'm sick, and my voice may not sound good."

Yan An: "..."

"Zheng Youan, did you lose your mind in Africa and didn't bring it back?"

Yan An threw away her hand, lay back on the other side, and exhaled long.

"I am an individual, and I don't know how to deal with a patient."

Zheng Youan wrapped her quilt and covered herself tightly with her back to him, for a long time, "Oh".

A few seconds after that, the two had nothing to say.

But when Zheng Youan was wondering whether to switch to another room to sleep, she felt the temperature next to her approaching again. Then, Yanan held her wrist again, rubbed it for a moment, and suddenly began to touch her collarbone... and then smoothly. Lift your neck...

Although Zheng Youan began to tremble all over, she did not move or resist, but quietly said, "Are you still determined not to be a human being?"

The action stopped abruptly, and Yan An seemed to sigh heavily as he tried his best to endure the anger.

"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 remembered 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 indeed hot.

Clavicle, neck... the temperature is not right.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when I came out of the hospital, and the ambulance was whizzing past, the alarm bells blaring, the lights flashing, and the vehicles coming and going were vying for time with death.

Yanan finished smoking a cigarette and rolled the car window to isolate the urgency from outside.

He glanced lightly at Zheng Youan, the co-pilot.

"I don't know if I have a fever?"

Zheng Youan lowered his head and picked his nails, pretending to make a quiet "Oh", "I didn't pay much attention."

Back home, Yanan turned on the lights and said, "Get a break early."

Zheng Youan went upstairs with his head buried, and Yanan followed behind her.

When she walked to the door of the room, she turned her head and looked at Yan'an.

Although she didn't speak, Yan'an understood what she meant.

"you--"

Forget it, don't breathe with a patient.

"I'm going to the second bedroom."

After Yanan turned his head and left, Zheng Youan grabbed the door and said softly: "Brother Yanan, you have worked hard tonight."

Yan An didn't look back at all, dropped a word of "you are welcome" and entered the second bedroom.

But when he lay on the bed, he was not very calm.

The thought of Zheng Youan's eyes just repelling him into the room made him feel uncomfortable.

Yes, he knew that he and Zheng Youan had no relationship basis, and there was no real relationship between husband and wife in the year before she went abroad.

Although it was an accident that night, he didn't force her.

Why is he being guarded like a thief everywhere now?

[Yan An]: An An, have you slept yet?

Zheng Youan was tossing about in bed and couldn't fall asleep. Hearing the vibration of the phone, he thought that finally there were friends who were not asleep to listen to her.

I didn't expect to pick up the phone and take a look.

It's better not to shake it.

Zheng Youan naturally didn't reply to the news and pretended to sleep.

In the middle of the night, in a daze, she felt cold on her forehead.

It was like that night when Yan'an's kiss fell on her forehead, cold without temperature, but very lingering.

As if he had some premonition, Zheng Youan opened his eyes quickly, and Yanan's face appeared in front of him.

She was horrified, "You—"

"Don't talk."

Yan'an didn't want to listen to her at all now, and reached out and tore off the towel from her forehead, "You haven't gone down yet."

Zheng Youan froze for a long time, until Yanan washed the towel again and put it on her forehead.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"If I go to sleep, you will have to burn here today, and tomorrow I will be a widower."

"Isn't that... good?"

"Zheng Youan?" Yanan leaned over and curled his eyebrows. "Are you stupid?"

Zheng Youan felt that he might indeed be burned stupid.

"Oh, indeed."

Yan An pursed her lips and said nothing, but then listened to her: "I shouldn't curse myself."

Yan An: "..."

Yan'an understands that all the wrong things are 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 supported, looked around, put on a dressing gown, and opened the door like a thief.

By coincidence, Yan An was standing at the door holding a cup of coffee.

"Wake up?" Yan'an raised his eyelids, "This is your home, you don't need to be like this."

Zheng Youan cleared his throat, "Are you not going to work today?"

With one hand in his pocket, Yan An walked slowly downstairs.

"want."

Zheng Youan poked out a head: "Then...?"

Yan'an leaned on the railing and looked back at her: "I work at home."

"That's not good, right?"

Yan An tilted her head, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Yan An's arrogant appearance, Zheng Youan knew that he and the little princess had arrogated, "It's nothing wrong."

For the next three days, Zheng Youan stayed at home to recuperate, and Yanan also worked at home.

Said it was work, but Zheng Youan felt that Yanan was staring at her as if she had been assigned by some means.

One evening, when she was watching TV in the living room, she accidentally kicked the table when she got up.

That's marble, it hurts her to cry and tears flow.

Yan An came down from the study room upstairs and stood in front of her.

"what happened?"

Zheng Youan pointed to his toe, "It's a waste."

Yan'an picked her up and put it back on the sofa.

"It can't be broken, the skin is not broken."

"My skin is very delicate!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two were silent at the same time.

Zheng Youan seems to have said this sentence once, but not on this occasion, but on that night.

Zheng Youan stopped crying and stopped crying.

Yan An sat down and watched TV in silence.

Just keep silent like this.

Zheng Youan thought, silence is the best antidote to embarrassment.

"It's very delicate."

"..."

After that day, Zheng Youan's illness healed as quickly as he was prescribed a double speed.

She began to be unable to sit still at home, with a heart that wanted to escape from this strange prison.

"Sisters? Do you have a body?"

"I can't stay at home anymore."

——"Have you returned home?"

—"When did you come back?"

"It's not important, he guards me at home every day, I'm going to be moldy."

"He is sitting next to me and watching the information. The TV is still on. Is there anything I can't see when I go to the company?"

——"Imprison love?"

"?"

——"Come on, it happens to be Achen's birthday tonight, come to mix."

"it is good."

Zheng Youan put down his phone and glanced at Yanan secretly.

Yan'an's cell phone has also been ringing.

"Someone looking for you?"

Zheng Youan asked.

"Friend." Yan'an lowered his head and flipped through the file in his hand, "Don't worry about it."

"That's not good, I don't think you have gone out much in the past few days, go to let the wind out?"

Yan'an's gaze swept over, with a hint of inquiry, "What?"

"It's nothing, it just happens that I have something to do today."

Zheng Youan brushed his hair, "My friend has a charity project. I'll check it out."

An hour later, Zheng Youan stood by the car door and waved goodbye to Yanan.

"Then I'm leaving now?"

"I really don't need me to send you?" Yan'an said, "I want to go out too."

"No, my driver is here."

In the car, Zheng Youan took out her cosmetic bag and filled herself up with a gorgeous lipstick and bulingbuling blush.

Unbuttoning the coat, there is a **** little skirt inside.

After arriving at the mix, Zheng Youan felt that he was right today.

Those little sisters are more coquettish than the other, and the little brothers who are called are all from the film school, one is good-looking, and she shakes a sieve to dance. She wants to learn two after she is not very good at drinking.

It's great to be a drunk fan and a sensual dog.

——If she is not the only married woman present.

She repeatedly stretched out her little hand ready to move, and was pressed back by the family's marriage certificate.

Zheng Youan was very depressed looking at the little sisters who were eyeing with her little brother.

On the other side, the deck on the second floor.

Yan'an sat on the corner of the sofa, turning the cup slightly in his hand, but did not take a sip.

The friend leaned against him and said with a smile: "What's the matter? I haven't seen anyone in the past few days, where did I go?"

Yan An: "Accompany my wife at home."

"Huh?" The friend was surprised, "Huh?"

"She just returned home and was sick for a few days."

The friend was not surprised at all, but surprised that he actually accompanied the plastic wife at home.

All night, Yan An was a little absent-minded.

He didn't know when there were more people around him, and several people he didn't know appeared.

At eleven o'clock, he hit Hatch and shocked the people around again.

"Little Banquet, sleepy?"

Yan'an nodded: "Somewhat."

The work and rest at home are too regular these few days. As soon as eleven o'clock, he drove the patient to bed on time. He was free and naturally had to sleep.

After speaking, he sent a message to Zheng Youan.

[Yan'an]: Are you going home?

[Zheng Youan]: No, still chatting, a few people from the film industry came.

[Yan An]: Oh.

He received his mobile phone and glanced downstairs at random, and in the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a woman under the dj stage very familiar.

He couldn't help but glanced a few more times.

After a few seconds, he walked to the railing.

"Little Banquet, what are you doing?"

A man followed him, followed his gaze, and fixed his eyes on the female dj on the stage.

"It's nothing."

There are too many people down there, red men and green women come and go, Yan'an was dazzled and turned around and walked back.

However, the man just saw it in his eyes, and was very considerate to do things for him.

A few minutes later, a woman with an enchanting figure walked up.

"This is Mr. Xiaoyan."

The man pointed to Yan'an and introduced, "The prince of Beihang University."

The female dj raised her eyebrows and stretched out her hand towards Yan'an, "Hello, I've heard the name for a long time."

Yan An raised his head from the phone, scanned the person in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand.

He shook his hand and didn't say anything. He glanced at the half glass of wine at the table, showing no interest.

But this look fell in the eyes of the man next to him, which meant something else.

He teased the female dj beside him, "Go and pour a glass of wine for the small banquet."

The female dj looked at Yan'an as if she was lacking in interest and was not very happy, but she was a shareholder of this bar, and it was her duty to coax the guests. Especially, those with a face should not be offended, so she quickly showed a smile. We greeted him with a decanter.

"Small Banquet Manager, I toast you a cup."

Yan An held the wine glass and touched it casually, smelling 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 is single."

Yan'an raised his eyes and glanced at him, smiling but smiling: "Don't you know I'm married?"

Seeing Yan'an smiling, the man beckoned to the dj who was smoking, "Come to accompany the small banquet to drink."

Who doesn't know that the marriage of Yan'an was sudden, and the couple have hardly seen each other for more than a year after the marriage. Everyone feels like Mingjing.

The female dj looked back at them and came over directly with a glass of wine.

But before she could speak, Yan An stood up quickly and gave the man a cold look.

"I haven't thought of hitting my wife in the face like this."

After speaking, he put on his jacket and stepped out.

After two seconds, the man recovered, his face was blue and white, and he hurried out.

"Master Xiaoyan! Master Xiaoyan! Wait a minute! I didn't mean that, didn't you look bored! Hey! Hey! Master Xiaoyan! Ouch-"

The man was caught off guard and bumped into Yan'an's back, and the bridge of his nose almost skewed him.

He rubbed his nose, his head was drunk, his eyes sparkled, "President Yan...what's wrong, or else--"

When he saw a person in the middle of the dance floor, his voice stopped abruptly.

And Yan An's back looks a little bit oozing.

The man blinked his eyes, said nothing, and left the scene sadly.

At the end of the song, Zheng Youan patted her chest and sweated a little on her forehead. A little boy graciously handed her a glass of juice.

The light above her head dazzled her, and she reached out to pick it up without carefully seeing who it was.

Just hit the wall of the glass, but the juice was snatched away.

"What are you doing?"

Zheng Youan turned his head back, the circling eyes had not had time to converge, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze on his face.

"Banquet, Banquet..."

"Should I call my husband?"

Outside the bar is Chengjiang, and the wind was strong at night, and Zheng Youan sneezed.

"Close, close the windows."

Yan An took a deep breath, closed the window, and turned on the heater.

"Charity activities?" He raised his eyebrows, "Who do you do for charity?"

Zheng Youan lowered his head to pick his nails.

"Return to the movie circle." Yan'an glanced back at the bar sign. "The few handsome guys from the Film Academy, right?"

"I don't know, I haven't asked, I don't know."

"Then I think you are having fun?"

The two were silent for a while in the car, and Zheng Youan's friend sent her a message.

——"An An, are you okay?"

——"I just saw that your husband's complexion is not so good. Explain to him."

——"What? Just come out for a drink and have nothing to do. How can your husband meet you if he doesn't come to the bar."

——"And you don't mean that you both only ask each other's private life?"

Yeah.

Zheng Youan suddenly looked up, feeling guilty about why he did this.

She is not a thief.

"Why am I happy?" Zheng Youan's eyes widened. "Aren't you also coming to the bar to have fun?"

"I—seeking joy?"

Yan An was choked by her words.

What is he looking for?

Since becoming engaged to Zheng Youan, he hasn't even flew a female pigeon by his side.

It's not that he loved Zheng Youan so much at that time, but he just felt that this was the younger sister he had watched growing up. Since he was married to him, even if the two had no feelings, he could not slap her in the face.

This circle says it’s not small, it’s not too big. If he has something with any woman, he will be hotly searched later, let alone let everyone see Zheng Youan’s jokes.

"Isn't it?" Zheng Youan waved his hand, "In fact, it doesn't matter, just do whatever you want, as long as you don't make a fuss. I don't care, but you have to worry about the face of my parents."

Yan An: "..."

He held the steering wheel and tried to step on the brake several times but did not step on it.

It's hard to get a deep breath in my heart.

Why is he staying at home like a nanny these days?

Why did she get up in the middle of the night to reduce her fever?

Yan An asked with a sullen face, "What do you really want me to do?"

"Yeah." Zheng Youan turned his head and looked out the window, "I said before, I won't care about your private life, you see you bought me so many lenses this year, and let me swipe your secondary card. Of course it will not go too far."

"Row."

Yan An left a word, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out.

"Why are you driving so fast?"

Zheng Youan tightened his seat belt, and his heart quickly jumped out of his throat, "Are you outside the Formula 1 Formula One team?"

Yan An said indifferently: "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 Yanan backed the car into the garage on the first floor.

When Zheng Youan got out of the car, he didn't know whether it was too fast or the alcohol was on his head. Some of them could not stand steady, so they fell to the ground and walked to the elevator.

"Are you drunk and driving? I'll report you!"

"Okay, I'm in jail. How about going to the club every day, right?"

Seeing that she could not stand firmly, Yan An took her hand and said, "Go upstairs."

Zheng Youan cursed and was dragged upstairs by him, stuffed into the bathroom, and closed the door to take a bath.

"That's too much. If you can go to the bar, I can't?"

She murmured alone, "And what did I do? I didn't even touch the hand of my little brother. It looks like you. I saw you change three girlfriends when I was in junior high school."

There was a sudden voice outside the door.

"Xiao An'an, don't think that you are dating in junior high school, I don't know."

"...Why are you standing in front of my bathroom?"

Zheng Youan was holding the edge of the bathtub, in a state of alert, "Are you...perverted?"

Yan'an couldn't bear it and opened the door directly.

The light in the bathroom was bright, and Zheng Youan lay in the bathroom, the water sprinkled with bath salt was muddy, a bunch of petals floated, and her body was faintly revealed.

Because she drank too much, her face flushed.

With a splash of water, Zheng Youan moved to the corner, "What are you doing?"

"Can you not treat me as a thief for a while, and a pervert for a while?" Yan'an folded her arms, and looked at Zheng You'an as if it was a bit of evil. "Anyway, you and I are a nationally certified couple. "

"Then you go to find out..." Zheng Youan said, "Which normal person is hiding in the bathroom door and watching others take a bath?"

"I just—" Yan An's eyes drummed, "I didn't take a peek!"

"Then you just passed by?"

"..."

"Look, you can't explain it." Zheng Youan covered her chest, "Brother Yanan, you are not Han Chengdi, and I am not Zhao Hede. This kind of peeking at his wife taking a bath at home is really shameless. , Don’t do that in the future."

Damn...

Yan'an really wanted to explode.

He was just worried that Zheng Youan drank too much and fell in the shower as last time, and she was regarded as abnormal.

"What?" Yan An said coldly, "Do you also know that you are my wife?"

He slowly approached the bathtub and glanced down, the beautiful scenery looming in the rippling water.

"What if I watch you take a shower with integrity?"

Zheng Youan slowly hugged his knees and looked at Yan'an nervously.

"This is... what you said?"

Five minutes later, Yan'an didn't care about three or seven and twenty-one, and pressed Zheng Youan to the edge of the bathtub.

"Zheng Youan! You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the bathroom crazy!"

Yan'an came in like a human being. At this moment, he not only became a chicken, but also had a few rose petals hanging on his head.

"Don't you want to watch me take a bath?" She frantically patted the water with her hands.

The stamina of this wine is so great, Zheng Youan seems to have forgotten that he didn't wear anything, and fluttered his hands in the bathroom.

Pour the water in the bathtub for a while, and take the shower to be a fireman.

There is no endurance, no need to endure.

"Zheng Youan, give me peace of mind!"

Zheng Youan didn't hear clearly, and while stirring the water, he asked: "What did you say? What do you divide? Is the pre-marital property?!"

Yanan didn't bother to talk to her and started directly.

But Zheng Youan had just taken a shower and her body was slippery. Yan'an didn't want to grab her hard, and the woman took a shower as if she was very strong, and broke free of his hand several times.

Come and go, three times, four times, colorful, all kinds of meat...

For a few hours, Zheng Youan lay in Yanan's arms, with his eyes open, and he woke up completely from the wine.

History is always surprisingly similar, and destiny is always reincarnation tirelessly.

She seemed to have **** after drinking again.

And tonight, she seemed more desperate than last time.

Because she remembered clearly, she seemed to say a few very shameful words in a row.

Zheng Youan stared at the ceiling, unable to calm down for a long time.

What are they?

Legal Cannon|Friend?

It was indeed too legal to be legal anymore, and the whole world applauded them.

The room was quiet, Zheng Youan didn't even dare to twist his head, after all, the sound of another person's breathing was close at hand.

She slowly moved a little, a little, a little more...

Suddenly, the hand covering her waist tightened quickly.

"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 last time really didn't work, she herself admitted.

Zheng Youan decided to retreat, shrinking his neck, and buried himself in Yanan's arms.

"I'm asleep, Brother Yanan."

Yan An gave a soft "um" cry.

"good night."

After speaking, Zheng Youan felt a little strange.

Why are you so good?

Speaking of which, Yan An also felt a little strange.

Since the two got engaged, the number of meetings has not been as high as the number of meetings 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 even some people blatantly didn't take Zheng Youan seriously and blatantly gave him a woman.

Every time, Yan An thought in his heart that he couldn't let Zheng Youan be looked down upon by others. He couldn't bear to look at his grown-up sister.

——Can't hit my wife in the face like this.

There are too many such psychological hints, and it seems to be an established fact.

And his complete psychological change also came from an unexpected night three months ago.

Now that you have a couple's reality, let's have a good time, don't wear plastic couples.

He hadn't thought about divorce or anything.

But that night, he had another strange feeling.

To use the famous saying in their CEO circle, this woman is **** sweet.

But this sister was fine, sleeping with her own husband, and she ran faster than anyone the next day.

Yan An always tickled when she thought of it.

Fortunately, he performed well during this period, and Zheng Youan has learned well.

There was a lot of peace in my heart, and Yan An fell asleep quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun entered the room, feasting comfortably and woke up.

He turned his head to see the person beside the bed, but only saw the white sheets.

Ok?

Yan An stretched out his hand slowly and touched the temperature of the bed sheet.

Fuck.

cold.

He is cold again.

He immediately got up and went out, walking around the villa but did not see Zheng Youan.

Finally returned to the room and picked up the phone, only to find that Zheng Youan had sent him a WeChat message three hours ago.

[Zheng Youan]: Brother Yanan, I seemed to have broken your clothes last night. I went to Europe to buy you exactly the same one and pay you back!

Yan An: "..."

He got it.

It's not that he's a bad life.

He has a bad life.