mousepad-d2 Chapter 86 [Shuang'an 2] It's not that he's living badly, it's that his fate is
Chapter 86 [Shuang'an 2] It's not that he's living badly, it's that his fate is
It took Yan An a few seconds to understand what Zheng Youan meant by adapting to the current situation.
Silence, long silence.
Silence followed by an outburst.
When Yan An rolled over, Zheng You'an turned pale with shock and waved to block him, but was grabbed by his wrist and pinned on top of his head.
"Zheng You'an!"
He said every word, gnashing his teeth, full of anger and nowhere to vent, he could only leak a little or two from his tone.
"Do you know that when you say this, you are looking for..."
The rest of the word, he still couldn't say it to Zheng You'an in the end.
But Zheng Youan is not unable to understand.
"Let me go!" Zheng You'an struggled for a while, unable to let go, "What do you want to do, you! If you want, if you 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, the only sound left was the unsteady breathing of the two of them.
Some things happen for the first time, and what happens after that will be a matter of course.
What's more, the two are still husband and wife, and they work with a certificate, which is too reasonable to be reasonable.
And in this marriage, Zheng Youan knew that he was the "high climber" party.
She tilted her head and said, "Come on, but I'm sick, and my voice may not be very pleasant."
Yan An: "..."
"Zheng You'an, 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'm a human being, and I won't be so beastly as to attack a patient."
Zheng You'an wrapped herself in a quilt and covered herself tightly with her back to him. After a long time, she let out an "oh".
A few seconds after that, the two had no more words.
But just when Zheng Youan was thinking about whether to change the room to sleep, she felt the temperature around her approaching again. Then, Yan An held her wrist again, rubbed it lightly for a while, and suddenly began to touch her collarbone... and then neck up...
Although Zheng You'an began to tremble all over, she didn't move or resist, she just said quietly: "Have you decided not to be a human yet?"
The movement stopped abruptly, and Yan An sighed heavily as if trying to hold back his anger.
"Zheng You'an—" he closed his eyes, "get up and go to the hospital. You have a fever."—
Just now Yan An lay down and calmed down for a while before recalling that when he grabbed Zheng Youan's wrist, he felt that the temperature was not right.
So he reached out to touch it again, and it was indeed a little hot.
Collarbone, neck...the temperature is not right.
When I came out of the hospital, it was already three in the morning, the ambulance roared past, the alarm bell was loud, the lights were flickering, and the vehicles coming and going were competing for time with the god of death.
After Yan An finished smoking a cigarette, she rolled up the car window to block the sense of urgency outside.
He glanced at Zheng Youan, the co-pilot, indifferently.
"You don't even know you have a fever?"
Zheng Youan lowered his head and picked his nails, pretending to be calm and said "Oh", "I didn't pay much attention."
Back home, Yan An turned on the light and said at the same time: "Go to bed early."
Zheng Youan went upstairs with her head buried, Yan An followed behind her.
When she reached 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 get angry with a patient.
"I'm going to the second bedroom."
After Yan'an turned his head and left, Zheng You'an opened the door and said softly: "Brother Yan'an, thank you for your hard work tonight."
Yan An didn't look back at all, just said "you're welcome" and went into the second bedroom.
But lying on the bed, he was not very calm.
Thinking of the eyes that Zheng You arranged to reprimand him into the room just now, I felt uncomfortable.
Yes, he knew that he and Zheng You'an had no relationship foundation, and they didn't have any relationship with Zheng You'an in the year before she went abroad.
Although that night was an accident, he didn't force her.
Why are you guarding him like a thief now?
[Yan An]: An An, are you asleep yet?
Zheng You'an was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep, when she heard the phone vibrate, she thought that finally there was a friend who was still awake who could listen to her talk.
I didn't expect to pick up the phone and take a look.
It's better not to shake it.
Zheng Youan naturally did not reply to the message and pretended to be asleep.
In the middle of the night, in a daze, she felt a coolness on her forehead.
Like that night, Yan An's kiss fell on her forehead, it was cold and without warmth, but very lingering.
As if having a premonition, Zheng Youan opened his eyes suddenly, and Yan An's face appeared in front of his eyes.
She was terrified, "You—"
"Don't talk."
Yan An didn't want to listen to her at all now, so she reached out and pulled the towel off her forehead, "You haven't had a fever yet."
Zheng You'an was stunned for a long time, until Yan'an rewashed the towel and put it on her forehead.
"Why didn't you sleep?"
"If I sleep, you'll burn here today, and I'll be a widower tomorrow."
"Isn't that... pretty good?"
"Zheng You'an?" Yan An leaned over and frowned, "Are you stupid?"
Zheng You'an felt that he might indeed be burned stupid.
"Oh, indeed."
Yan An pursed her lips and said nothing, but heard her say: "I shouldn't curse myself."
Yan An: "..."
Yan An finally understood that all mistakes were made that night.
Now he is a beast in Zheng Youan's eyes-
Zheng You'an didn't know when he fell asleep, when he woke up at noon, Yan'an 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 holding a cup of coffee.
"Are you awake?" Yan An raised her eyelids, "This is your home, you don't have to do this."
Zheng Youan cleared his throat, "Aren't you going to work today?"
With one hand in his pocket, Yan An walked slowly downstairs.
"want."
Zheng Youan sticks out his 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 look, Zheng You'an knew that he, the little princess who married her, was overstepping, "There's nothing wrong with that."
For the next three days, Zheng Youan recuperated at home, and Yan An also worked at home.
Said it was work, but Zheng You'an felt that Yan An had been assigned to stare at her.
One evening, she was watching TV in the living room and accidentally kicked the table when she got up.
It was marble, and she screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face.
Yan An came down from the upstairs study and stood in front of her.
"what happened?"
Zheng You'an pointed to his toes, "It's useless."
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 fell silent at the same time.
Zheng Youan seemed to have said this sentence once, but not on this occasion, but that night.
Zheng You'an turned away his face, and stopped crying and yelling for pain.
Yan An sat down and watched TV silently.
Just keep silent.
Zheng You'an thought, silence is the best antidote to embarrassment.
"It's quite delicate."
"..."
After that day, Zheng Youan's illness was cured as quickly as if he had doubled the speed.
She couldn't sit still at home, and she wanted to escape from this strange cage.
"Sisters? Is there a party?"
"I can't stay at home anymore."
——"Have you returned home?"
——"When did you come back?"
"It doesn't matter. He guards me at home every day. I'm going to be moldy."
"He is sitting next to me watching the data now, and the TV is still on. Is there anything I can't watch in the company?"
——"Prisoning love?"
"?"
——"Come on, it happens to be Ah Chen's birthday tonight, come to MIX to play."
"it is good."
Zheng You'an put down his phone, and secretly glanced at Yan'an.
Yan An's cell phone kept ringing.
"Someone looking for you?"
Zheng Youan asked.
"Friend." Yan An lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand, "Don't worry about it."
"That's not good. I don't think you have gone out much these days. Go to let the wind go?"
Yan An glanced over, with a hint of inquiry, "Why?"
"It's nothing, it just so happens that I have something to do today."
Zheng Youan brushed her hair, "My friend has a charity project, I'll go and have a look."
An hour later, Zheng Youan stood by the car door and waved goodbye to Yan An.
"Then I'll go first?"
"You really don't need me to see you off?" Yan An said, "I want to go out too."
"No, my driver is here."
In the car, Zheng Youan took out her makeup bag, and filled herself with gorgeous lipstick and bulging blush.
Unbutton the coat, inside is a sexy little skirt.
After arriving at MIX, Zheng Youan felt that he did not make a mistake in coming today.
Those little sisters are more coquettish than the other, and the little brothers called are all from the Film Academy.
Luxurious and sensual, it's really great.
—if she wasn't the only married woman present.
She repeatedly stretched out her little hand ready to move, but was pressed back by the marriage certificate at home.
Looking at those little sisters flirting with their little brother, Zheng Youan was very depressed.
On the other side, booths on the second floor.
Yan An sat at the corner of the sofa, turning the cup slightly in his hand, but didn't 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 have you been?"
Yan An: "Stay with my wife at home."
"Huh?" My friend was shocked, "Huh?"
"She just returned home and was sick for a few days."
My friend wasn't surprised by this at all, but just surprised that he was at home with his plastic wife.
Throughout the night, Yan An was a little absent-minded.
He didn't know when there were more people around, and several people he didn't know appeared.
As soon as eleven o'clock arrived, he yawned and shocked the people around him again.
"President Xiao Yan, are you sleepy?"
Yan An nodded: "A little bit."
These days, his work and rest at home were too regular, and he drove the patient to bed on time at eleven o'clock. He had nothing to do, so naturally he had to sleep.
After speaking, he sent a message to Zheng Youan.
[Yan'an]: Are you home?
[Zheng Youan]: No, we are still chatting, and a few people from the film industry came.
[Yan An]: Oh.
He put away his mobile phone and casually glanced downstairs. In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a woman who looked familiar under the DJ stage.
He couldn't help but look a few more times.
After a few seconds, he walked towards the railing.
"President Xiao Yan, what are you doing?"
A man followed behind him, looking down his line of sight, his eyes fixed on the female DJ on stage.
"It's nothing."
There are too many people below, red men and green women come and go, Yan An is dazzled by this, so he turns around and walks back.
However, the man saw it just now and did things for him very considerately.
A few minutes later, a woman with a voluptuous figure came up.
"This is President Xiao Yan."
The man pointed at Yan An and introduced, "The prince of Beihang."
The female DJ raised her eyebrows and reached out to Yan'an, "Hi, I've heard you famous for a long time."
Yan An looked up from the phone, glanced at the person in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand.
After shaking hands, he didn't say anything. He glanced at the half glass of wine on the table, showing no interest.
But this gaze fell on the eyes of the man next to him, and it had some other meaning.
He urged the female DJ beside him, "Go pour a glass of wine for Mr. Xiaoyan."
The female DJ looked at Yan'an as if she was not interested, and she was not very happy, but she is a shareholder of this bar, and it is her duty to coax the guests well, especially since such a prestigious person cannot be offended, so she quickly smiled and served He greeted him with a decanter.
"President Xiao Yan, I offer you a toast."
Yan An casually clinked the wine glasses, 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 that I'm married?"
Seeing Yan An smiling, the man thought he meant that, so he waved to the DJ standing beside him smoking a cigarette, "Come and drink with Mr. Yan."
Who doesn't know that Yan An's marriage was so sudden, and the couple hardly ever showed up together after more than a year of marriage. Everyone felt like a bright mirror in their hearts.
The female DJ looked back at them, and came directly with a wine glass.
But before she could speak, Yan An stood up abruptly and gave the man a cold look.
"I never thought of hitting my wife in the face like that."
After speaking, he put on his coat and stepped out.
It took two seconds for the man to come back to his senses, his face turning blue and turning pale, and he hurriedly chased him out.
"Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan! Wait a minute! I didn't mean that, I just want to see you bored! Hey! Hey! Mr. Yan! Ouch——"
The man was caught off guard and bumped into Yan An's back, and the bridge of his nose almost crooked.
He rubbed his nose, feeling drunk, his eyes sparkling, "Mr. Yan...what's the matter, how about—"
The sound stopped abruptly when he saw a person in the middle of the dance floor.
And Yan An's back looks a little bit creepy.
The man blinked his eyes, said nothing, and left the scene sadly.
After the song ended, Zheng You'an patted her chest, her forehead soaked in sweat, and a little boy graciously handed her a glass of fruit juice.
The lights above her head dazzled her, and she reached out to pick it up without looking carefully at who it was.
Just when it touched the wall of the cup, the juice was snatched away.
"Why?"
Zheng You'an turned his head, but before his eyes could be restrained, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze on his face.
"Banquet, banquet..."
"Shouldn't you call me husband?" -
Chengjiang was outside the bar, and it was windy at night, Zheng Youan sneezed.
"Close the window."
Yan An took a deep breath, closed the car window, and turned on the heater.
"Public welfare activities?" He raised his eyebrows sideways, "Who are you doing public welfare for?"
Zheng Youan lowered his head and picked his nails.
"Return to the film industry." Yan An turned to look at the bar sign, "Those handsome guys are from the film school, right?"
"I don't know, I haven't asked, I don't know."
"Then I see you are having a good time?"
The two were silent in the car for a while, and Zheng Youan's friend sent her a message.
——"An'an, are you okay?"
—— "Just now I saw that your husband's face is not very good, you should explain to him."
——"What, didn't you just come out for a drink and didn't do anything else, how could your husband meet you if he didn't come to the bar."
——"And didn't you say that you don't ask each other about each other's private life?"
Oh yes.
Zheng You'an suddenly raised his head, feeling guilty about why he did this.
She is not a thief.
"What's wrong with me?" Zheng Youan's eyes widened, "Aren't you also coming to the bar to have fun?"
"I—seeking pleasure?"
Yan An choked on her words.
What is he looking for?
Ever since he got engaged to Zheng You'an, he hasn't even flown a hen around him.
It's not that he loved Zheng You'an much at that time, but that she was the younger sister he watched and grew up with. Now that he is married to him, even if they have no relationship, he can't slap her in the face.
This circle is not small, not big, if he has anything to do with any woman, he will be popular in the future, let alone let everyone see Zheng Youan's jokes.
"Isn't it?" Zheng You'an waved his hand, "Actually, it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't make trouble in the open. I don't care, but you have to be careful about my parents' face."
Yan An: "..."
He held the steering wheel and tried to step on the brake several times but failed.
It's hard to get out of my heart.
Why is he at home like a nanny these days?
What is the purpose of getting up in the middle of the night to reduce her fever?
With a sullen face, Yan An asked, "You really let me do whatever I want?"
"That's right." Zheng You'an looked sideways out of the window, "I said before that I don't care about your private life, you see that you bought me so many lenses this year and asked me to swipe your secondary card. Of course not too much."
"Row."
Yan An dropped a word, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out.
"Why are you driving so fast?"
Zheng You'an tightened his seat belt, his heart jumped out of his throat, "Are you outside the F1 formula?"
Yan An said lightly: "The F1 formula is not a product of our country, there is no system."
Zheng Youan: "..."
In less than 10 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 car was going too fast or because of the alcohol, he was a little unsteady, but he walked over to the elevator.
"Did you drive? I'll report you!"
"Okay, I'm in jail, you play disco every day, right?"
Seeing that she was unsteady, Yan An took her hand and said, "Go upstairs."
He dragged Zheng Youan upstairs cursingly, stuffed her into the bathroom, and closed the door to take a shower.
"This is too much, if you can go to the bar, I can't?"
She muttered alone, "And I didn't do anything, I didn't even touch my little brother's hand, how can I look like you, I saw you change three girlfriends in the years when I was in junior high school."
A voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Xiao An'an, don't think that I don't know about your love in junior high school."
"...Why are you standing at the door of my bathroom?"
Zheng Youan supported the edge of the bathtub and was on alert, "Are you... a pervert?"
Yan An couldn't bear it any longer, and directly opened the door.
The lights in the bathroom were brightly lit, Zheng Youan was lying in the bathroom, the water sprinkled with bath salt was cloudy, with a bunch of petals floating, and her body was faintly revealed.
Because of drinking too much wine, her face was also red.
With a splash of water, Zheng Youan moved into 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, "No matter what, you and I are a couple certified by the state. "
"Then go and find out..." Zheng You'an said, "Which normal person hides at the bathroom door to watch others take a bath?"
"I just—" Yan An's eyes bulged, "I didn't peek!"
"Then you were just passing by?"
"..."
"Look, you can't explain it." Zheng You'an covered his chest, "Brother Yan'an, you're not Emperor Han Cheng, and I'm not Zhao Hede, it's really embarrassing to talk about peeking at my wife's bath at home. , don’t do that in the future.”
fuck you...
Yan An really wanted to swear.
He was just worried that Zheng You'an would drink too much and fall in the shower like last time, and she would treat her as a pervert in the end.
"What?" Yan An said coldly, "You also know that you are my wife?"
He slowly approached the bathtub and glanced down, the beautiful scenery loomed in the rippling water.
"Even if I watch you take a bath, so what?"
Zheng You'an slowly hugged his knees and looked at Yan'an anxiously.
"Is that... you said?" -
Five minutes later, Yan'an pushed Zheng You'an against the edge of the bathtub regardless of Sanqi 5.
"Zheng You'an! Don't let me drink like crazy in the bathroom!"
Yan An came in like a human being, not only turned into a drowned rat, but also had a few rose petals hanging on her head.
"Didn't you want to watch me take a bath?" She slapped the water frantically with her hands, "That's how I take a bath! Look! You can see enough!"
The aftertaste of this wine is really strong, Zheng You'an seems to have forgotten that he is not wearing anything, and is doing wild things in the bathroom with his hands fluttering.
Splash the water in the bathtub for a while, and hold the shower to be a fireman for a while.
Unbearable, no need to endure.
"Zheng You'an, calm down for me!"
Zheng You'an didn't hear clearly, and while stirring the water, he asked, "What did you say? What do you want? Pre-marital property?!"
Yan An didn't bother to talk to her, so she started directly.
But Zheng You'an had just taken a bath, and her body was very slippery, Yan An didn't want to grab her too hard, but this woman seemed to have great strength after taking a bath, she broke free from his hand several times.
Come and go, three times and four times, colorful, seven meat and eight vegetables...
A few hours later, Zheng You'an lay in Yan'an's arms with his eyes open, completely sober from the wine.
History is always surprisingly similar, and fate always reincarnates tirelessly.
She seemed to be drinking and having sex again.
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?
It was as legal as it could be, and the whole world applauded them.
The room was very quiet, Zheng You'an didn't even dare to turn his head, after all the sound of another person's breathing was very close at hand.
She slowly moved to the side a little, a little, a little more...
Suddenly, the hand covering her waist tightened abruptly.
"What excuse do you want to use today?"
Yan An slowly opened his eyes, and tortured Zheng You'an's soul.
The reason last time really couldn't be used, she had admitted it herself.
Zheng You'an decided to retreat, shrunk his neck, and buried himself in Yan'an's arms.
"I'm asleep, Brother Yan'an."
Yan An gave a soft "hmm".
"Good night."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Youan felt a little strange.
Why are you so obedient.
Speaking of which, Yan An also felt a little strange.
Since the two got engaged, the number of times they met was actually not as many as the number of times they met with friends.
Because of this, many people have speculated about their marital status.
During this period, there were many temptations, large and small, and there were even some people who blatantly ignored Zheng Youan and blatantly stuffed him with women.
Every time, Yan An thought in his heart, he couldn't bear to let Zheng You'an be looked down upon by others, no matter how he was the younger sister he watched and grew up.
—You can’t hit my wife in the face like that.
If there are too many such psychological hints, 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 a husband and wife, let's live a good life, and stop pretending to be a plastic couple.
He hadn't even thought about getting a divorce.
But that night, he had another strange feeling.
To use the famous saying of their president circle, it is - this woman is so damn sweet.
But this younger sister was lucky, she slept with her own husband, and ended up running faster than anyone else the next day.
Whenever Yan An thinks about it, her teeth itch.
Fortunately, he performed well during this period of time, Zheng Youan learned to be good.
Feeling more at ease, Yan An also fell asleep quickly.
In the early morning of the next day, 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 the white sheets.
Ok?
Yan An slowly reached out and touched the temperature of the bed sheet.
Hold.
cold.
He is cold again.
He immediately got up and went out, went around the villa but did not see Zheng Youan.
Finally, he went back to his room and picked up his phone, only to find that Zheng Youan had sent him a WeChat message three hours ago.
[Zheng You'an]: Brother Yan'an, I seem to have damaged your clothes last night. I will go to Europe to buy you an identical one and compensate you!
Yan An: "..."
He got it.
It's not that he's not living well.
His life is bad.