Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

For a moment, she thought it was her own illusion.

But she blinked vigorously, and Third Master Yan was still sitting there.

The memory of last night gradually came to her mind, and she turned cold.

"Are you awake?" Yan Zhou interrupted the assistant's report with a wave of his hand, got up and walked over to touch her forehead.

Not hot.

The fever has subsided.

Before taking his hand back, Zou Zhiyi resisted and turned his head away, showing his resistance to him without any concealment.

Yanzhou's hand stopped in mid-air, even the assistant could feel embarrassed.

Yanzhou didn't take it seriously, and asked gently, "Are you hungry?"

Looks like a good husband.

Zou Zhiyi stared at a corner of the room, as if he could see a flower from there, moved his lips, and said two words perfunctorily, "I'm not hungry."

Yan Zhou's eyes were fixed, and the assistant's back was tense. He thought he was going to get angry, but unexpectedly, he leaned over and pulled her broken hair behind her ears, and asked in a friendly voice: "Then I will ask someone to prepare a drink that you like. fish porridge, and buy a basket of soup dumplings by the way, okay?"

Yan Zhou got too close, the sound of his breathing brushed against his ears, and goose bumps all over his body.

Zou Zhiyi felt agitated, pushed him away and sat up abruptly, glaring at him angrily, "I told you I'm not hungry!"

"Well, let's prepare like this first. If you still want to eat something, then let someone buy it."

The conversation between these two people is not on the same channel at all, and they are talking like chickens and ducks.

Zou Zhiyi completely gave up talking to him, turned his back to him, and refused to talk to him again.

The indifferent attitude made the assistant feel that the couple was weird.

He couldn't help but have an illusion, as if what he saw was not a newly married couple, but a couple who had been exhausted after years of quarreling and their marriage had come to an end.

There was a strange feeling in my heart.

Yanzhou seemed to have sensed it, and glanced at him, his back felt cold, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to think any more.

Half an hour later, Zou Zhiyi had fish porridge.

The taste is delicious, and the fishbone is picked very clean. It doesn't look like it was bought outside, but the taste is more like that made by the chef around Yanzhou.

But the consistency of the porridge didn't look like it was ready within half an hour, did Yanzhou call back a long time ago to ask someone to cook the porridge and deliver it after she woke up?
After chewing, Zou Zhiyi felt chills for no reason because of his guess.

How could Yanzhou care about her?

She was afraid that she had a fever and burned herself stupid.

Thinking about it, the fish porridge in his mouth became more and more tasteless. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, put the porridge aside, and looked at the man sitting with his black eyes, "When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

She has really spent enough time in the hospital, and she doesn't want to waste any more time here.

Especially since she didn't want to face Yan Zhou's face anymore.

Yanzhou sat upright, with his back straight, looking down at the documents, without looking up, and said in a dull tone, "Wait until your body fully recovers."

Zou Zhiyi frowned, "There is nothing wrong with my health, very good."

Only then did Yanzhou raise his eyes, with a cold smile hidden in his eyes, as if mocking, "Caught cold in the rain, had a high fever all night, and now he still speaks nasally, so it's okay?"

Zou Zhiyi saw the blue and black under his eyes, and vaguely guessed, feeling a little unnatural in his heart. After being favored by others, his tone naturally softened, "It's just a fever, it's not a big problem, there's no need to be hospitalized."

Yan Zhou clicked his tongue, and suddenly asked, "Mrs. Yan, what kind of life did you live before you married me? Like weeds, do you live on your own?"