Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 33 The Legal Husband

It has been half a month since He Xiran came back, he has always been thoughtful, even when he went home, he brought gifts for everyone.

As usual, the housekeeper thanked him calmly.On the contrary, the two maids looked at him tremblingly, shrinking their necks and shaking like two chickens.

He Xiran carefully selected a navy blue twill tie for Chu Yan, and tied it on for him himself, making it neat and beautiful.

Chu Yan lowered his head slightly, and met He Xiran's eyes full of love. A pair of beautiful eyes showed a little pride, confidence and generosity.

But he suddenly remembered another pair of eyes.

Docile, tired, full of disappointment...

Seeing him staring blankly at him, He Xiran shyly avoided his gaze, glanced upstairs out of the corner of his eye, put his arms around Chu Yan's neck, raised his head and kissed Chu Yan's lips.

There was a click of a doorknob behind him.

Chu Yan turned around, and saw Qiao Wan'an resting on the doorknob in a vain manner, as if her movements had suddenly become empty.

He Xiran gave him a friendly smile, "Good night, get up..."

He didn't say anything, only heard a loud sound, and Qiao Wanyan had already closed the door.

Chu Yan was slightly dissatisfied with Qiao Wan'an's rude behavior, but he was busy going to work, so he just frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

Qiao Wanan went back to her room and subconsciously locked the door behind her, her heart beating wildly.

The familiar tingling sensation on his hands reminded him over and over again of how terrifying the expression on that gentle and harmless face used to be.

After a while, he heard the sound of a car starting outside - Chu Yan left.

Then there was the sound of footsteps tapping in the stairwell.

Qiao Wan'an swallowed, and pressed against the door, daring not to make a sound.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and He Xiran's gentle voice sounded, "Good night, get up and have breakfast."

When Qiao Wanan heard his voice, she panicked, "No, I... I'm not hungry."

He Xiran twisted the doorknob, only to find that the door was not moving at all.

He pretended to be sad and said: "I'm really sorry, it seems that you haven't forgiven me yet."

"Or do you not like the apology Ayan gave you?"

Qiao Wan'an was poked at the sore spot, and a painful whimper came out of her throat.

He Xiran confirmed that Qiao Wanan's life was not going well these days, so he walked downstairs to have breakfast contentedly.

Hearing the sound of his leaving footsteps, Qiao Wanan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He bent down, took out half a bag of biscuits from the closet, unsealed the bag, and swallowed it bit by bit with the half glass of cold water he poured last night. .

He didn't think there was anything bad about it, he could eat a sack of biscuits for two months, save money and still be full, but occasionally he would get a little greasy.

But he also has his own way, as long as he doesn't eat every other meal, there is nothing he can't eat when he's hungry.

The weather is getting hotter, but Qiao Wan'an still hasn't finished knitting the scarf. A while ago, he learned a scarf weaving method called "A Passionate Love" on the Internet. day video learning.

Facts have proved that he still overestimated the extent of his disability, and wanted to learn to fly before learning to walk.

So when his hand injury was not healed, he finished a ball of cashmere and managed to weave it decently, but Joe Goodnight was still not satisfied.

He has a deep affection for Chu Yan, although Chu Yan may not care about it, but he has to weave it better.

At least, this is the last piece of warmth he wants to leave him.

After a period of cultivation, the phalanx can finally move. Although it still hurts after a long time of use, this does not hinder Qiao's enthusiasm for good night.

During the period, Chen Suwen often called to care about his situation, and even asked Qiao Wan'an cryptically if he wanted to decide on a divorce. Qiao Wan'an looked at the ring on his hand that was almost cut into his flesh, and jokingly said to Chen Suwen: "When will this ring get married?" Let’s talk after you get it.”

Qiao Wanan was sitting on the bed knitting a scarf stitch by stitch, wiping the sweat from her hands from time to time.

Weaving scarves in the summer, he is as careless as he is when he talks about it.

The housekeeper found him and said, "The president has left something at home, I want you to send it to him."

Qiao Wanan pointed to herself, "Let me go?"

"Yes, he wants you to go in person, the address is..."

Qiao Wan'an took the paper bag from the housekeeper and looked at the exquisite gift box inside. Although she was puzzled, she didn't ask any further questions.

When Chu Yan finally needed him, he was naturally willing to go there.

Holding the gift box, Qiao Wanan took a taxi to the hotel mentioned by the butler. Just as she was about to go in, she was stopped by the waiter.

"Sorry sir, this place has been booked out today, you can't go in."

Qiao Wan'an was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Did Chu Yan make it?"

The waiter gave him a hesitant look.

Qiao Wanan immediately said: "I'm here to deliver something to him, you can check with him."

It must be something important for Chu Yan to make such a big deal, and it would be bad if he delays it.

So he looked a little anxious.

The waiter whispered a few words on the pager, then turned to meet Qiao Wanwan with a standard smile, "Mr. Qiao, right? This way please."

Qiao Wanan nodded slowly, and followed the waiter through the gorgeously decorated and warm corridor.

This area is very prosperous, stepping into the transparent glass elevator, looking up, you can see the neon lights floating around like a river of stars. The Twin Towers stand tall in the city and become the landmark buildings of the city.

Qiao Wan'an was suddenly a little curious about why Chu Yan made such a grand reservation here, so he couldn't help asking the waiter.

The waiter gave him a strange look when he heard the words, "You are Mr. Chu's driver, right? Why don't you even know this?"

Qiao Wan'an didn't care about her saying that she was the driver, she smiled and said, "I asked for sick leave before, so I don't know much about the past two days."

The waiter didn't doubt it either. When she mentioned Chu Yan, her face blushed immediately, she was envious and regretful at the same time, "You don't know, Mr. Chu prepared it here two weeks ago to celebrate your lover's birthday. All decoration materials and music are selected by him.”

"If you want me to tell you, who can be worthy of such a perfect man who is so affectionate as Mr. Chu?"

Qiao Wan'an was stunned for a moment, her gaze lost for a moment, "Happy birthday... my lover."

With a ding-dong sound, the elevator door opened, and Qiao Wan'an walked behind the waiter, as if she had lost her soul.

Qiao Wanan clenched the paper bag in her hand and walked through a dark corridor. Rose petals spread all the way to the hall, forming a romantic flower road.

Small warm-colored lights are jumping and flickering cheerfully in the corridors, reflecting the roses all over the ground, adding a bit of charm under the night, like a dreamy blur.

The violinist in the hall is playing ecstasy, the room is filled with a faint warm fragrance, the rose wine on the table is full of elegance, and under the candlelight, there is a couple in love.

That was his legal legal husband, and the person his husband really had on top of his heart.