Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi was reciting successive names the whole time.

Yan Zhou really never felt like strangling someone to death.

Driving all the way, all the anger was vented on the speed of the car.

He carried Zou Zhiyi out of the car, and could feel her hot body temperature through the clothes.

Sanye Yan had never been so aggrieved before, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I didn't know that you had a fever and were confused, I would never let you go."

And the person in his arms didn't hear what he was saying at all, and was still muttering, "One after another..."

Third Master Yan: "..."

Zou Zhiyi was the only one who could torment San Ye Yan to such an extent. In a sense, Zou Zhiyi was considered a talent.

This night, Third Master Yan was deeply impressed.

The kind of deep impression that can be remembered for a lifetime.

Not only is there a piece of grassland above his head, but he also has to work hard for Miss Zou who planted this piece of land for him, staying up all night.

He is not a patient person, let alone take care of patients. After sending Zou Zhiyi to the hospital, Yanzhou wanted to leave directly, but Zou Zhiyi took his hand. I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or he still kept a trace of sobriety. Hooking the corner of his clothes, "Don't go..."

The feeble voice, the fragility that never showed in front of others, was exposed in front of his eyes now.

The raving sound was small and soft like a cat meowing.

There was that feeling of being rubbed by her again in the palm of my hand.

Yan Zhou paused.

He was so hot that he didn't even open his eyes, he leaned over and rubbed the back of his hand instinctively, his skin was so hot.

Yan Zhou thought of the cat Yan Liu raised again.

Ms. Zou is really a different person before and after she has a fever, and her soft heart is about to melt.

The third master stared fixedly at the woman who was sticking to the back of his hand for a moment, then retracted his sharp claws and fangs, so limp as hell.

After a while, the third master gritted his teeth and said, "I really owe you in my previous life."

Zou Zhiyi didn't respond, she put her face against the back of his hand, looking cute.

Fever in pregnant women is a very difficult problem. Yanzhou consulted a doctor to help Zou Zhiyi do physical cooling.

The smell of alcohol lingers in the nose. After smelling too much, there is an illusion of drunkenness.

Yanzhou pressed his temples, looked at the time, it was one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Very good, last night I was busy with work until three o'clock, and I woke up at a little past seven o'clock in the morning. I slept for four hours in total. I had a terrible headache, as if it was going to explode at any moment. What Miss Zou repaid him was to let him hear her keep calling successive names.

It's a really special night.

Yanzhou clicked his tongue, full of irritability.

He really owed her in his previous life.

"Yanzhou..."

The dreamy voice was vague, and Yan Zhou rubbed his temples for a moment to make sure that she was calling him, so he involuntarily tilted his head and ears to listen to what she had to say.

"Yanzhou, you bastard."

Third Master Yan: "..."

He is really crazy to think that he can hear something good from this woman's mouth,

Zou Zhiyi cursed Yan Zhou vaguely, completely unaware that his sleep talk had already been heard by the bastard himself.

"You deceive people too much. I have nothing to do to you. Why are you doing this to me..."

There was a small choking sound in his ears, Yanzhou's temples twitched twice, and he was completely laughed out of anger.

Pulling out a tissue, he wiped away her tears in a rather ungentle way, "Who the hell is bullying too much? Huh? I stayed up all night to take care of you. It's fine if you don't know how to be grateful. Let me hear the names one after another. Now You are scolding me even in your dreams, isn't it too much for you?"