She wanted to marry, and he was anxious

That day, Ye Zhihan was working in the company when her phone suddenly rang. She picked up the phone and couldn't help but smile when she saw the note on it.

"Hey, big star, how come you have time to contact me today?"

Wen Yining has been very busy recently with the filming of her new drama, and the two haven't had a good chat for several days.

"Thank you for your good wishes. I hope I can become a big star soon."

"I'll give you my autographed photo then."

"That's a deal, don't regret it."

The two of them joked and laughed, and chatted for a while before Wen Yining got to the point: "I heard from Shen Yi that your husband's birthday is coming soon?"

Ye Zhihan paused for a second, as if counting the days in his mind, and then said, "Well, less than a month."

Wen Yining quickly looked through the calendar on her phone, then compared it with her work schedule, and said, "Well... in a few days, I'll take a day off to go shopping with you."

Ye Zhihan turned around in the chair and stopped, looking puzzled and asked, "Go shopping with me? What for?"

A slightly speechless and helpless voice came from the other side: "It's your husband's birthday, don't you go buy some nice clothes?"

Ye Zhihan seemed to have thought of something, and a happy smile instantly appeared on her face. Her voice was also filled with undisguised happiness: "Ji Hanzhou started preparing the clothes to be worn that day a few days ago."

Wen Yining was stunned for a second, then laughed helplessly: "Come on, I've been too busy these days."

"I forgot for a moment that you have a caring husband."

She deliberately dragged out her voice and said in a pinched voice: "Oh, I'm so envious."

Ye Zhihan was amused by her and laughed continuously, and her cheeks gradually turned lightly red.

"I'll go with you to pick out clothes when you're free."

Wen Yining rolled her eyes silently, but unfortunately Ye Zhihan couldn't see it.

She sighed slightly: "You really don't treat your sisters as outsiders. It's your husband's birthday, why would I choose clothes for him?"

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

"This play is scheduled to be released during the winter vacation, so we will be very busy these days." Wen Yining's voice was filled with deep fatigue.

Ye Zhihan reminded her as always: "It's getting cold these days, you have to keep warm."

"Drink more hot water."

"I'll visit the set in a few days."

Anticipating what the person on the other side might say, Ye Zhihan quickly said, "Don't refuse this time."

After hearing what she said, Wen Yining really had no reason to refuse, so she said cheerfully, "Okay, I understand."

*

Ji Hanzhou was holding a tablet in his hand, flipping through the pages attentively, his face showing no emotion.

Soon, he handed the tablet to Yang Yi who was waiting on the side, "Keep the six items I circled, and don't take the others."

Yang Yi took a step forward and took the tablet, "Okay, Mr. Ji."

When he walked out of the office and checked the six pieces of clothing selected by Ji Hanzhou and the remaining discarded clothes, he raised his eyebrows calmly.

Sure enough, men’s possessiveness!

At 5: in the afternoon, Ye Zhihan walked out of the gallery after get off work and saw the man leaning against the car from a distance.

Today he was wearing a grey coat, which made him look even taller and more upright. Many passers-by turned their heads to look at him, and some even wanted to approach him to ask for his contact information.

But the man seemed to isolate himself from everything around him, staring at one direction. When he saw the person he was thinking about, he walked forward.

Ye Zhihan saw him walking towards her, so she trotted forward happily and threw herself into his arms.

When Ji Hanzhou saw her running towards him, he quickened his pace, opened his arms, and wrapped her tightly in his coat.

When Ye Zhihan raised her head, Ji Hanzhou was looking down at her. She said, "It's so cold outside, why don't you wait in the car?"

Ji Hanzhou gazed at the person in his arms tenderly and affectionately, his hands gently stroking her back, as if checking whether she was wrapped tightly.

His low and gentle voice slowly sounded: "I want to see you as soon as possible."

"I also want my wife Ji to see me waiting for her the first time she goes out."

There was a dazzling light dancing in her eyes, and she felt her heart beating wildly. She just stared at him blankly.

Ji Hanzhou chuckled and scratched her nose affectionately, "Hurry up and get in the car. It's cold outside."

Then he held her and walked to the passenger seat, opened the door for her, and carefully helped her get into the car.

The air conditioning temperature in the car was just right, and Ye Zhihan felt warm as soon as he got in.

On the way, Ye Zhihan had no idea how many times he had secretly glanced at the man in the driver's seat.

At the traffic light intersection, while waiting for the red light, the man in the driver's seat came over and asked, "What does Mrs. Ji want to tell me?"

Ye Zhihan looked forward, looking at the red light not far away, but his eyes were dodging left and right: "Were you saying sweet words to me just now?"

After waiting for a long time for the man's answer, she turned her head and met the man's gaze, as if he was waiting for her to turn her head.

Ji Hanzhou raised a smile on his face, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow. Just as he was about to speak, the indicator light turned green, and he sat up straight and continued driving.

When he couldn't see her, Ye Zhihan put her hands on her chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I put my hands on my legs, I heard him say, "Does Mrs. Ji like to listen to it?"

Her hands on her legs clenched unconsciously. She knew what he was saying, but she still asked again: "What did you say?"

The man next to her turned his head and glanced at her, with a smile on his face: "I say, Mrs. Ji, do you like to hear me say... sweet words to you?"

He spoke word by word, pausing deliberately when saying the second word "say", emphasizing the word "sweet talk". After he finished speaking, he glanced at her again.

Every word he said floated clearly into Ye Zhihan's ears. She suddenly felt that the air conditioning temperature in the car seemed to be a little high, making her breathing a little rapid.

Before the brain could process the information, the mouth had already said the word that was in my mind: "Yeah, I like it."

She raised her head suddenly, and tried to explain loudly and eagerly, but the more anxious she was, the more she stuttered, "Oh, that's not what I meant. I wanted to say... I wanted to say..."

Her face became redder and redder because of anxiety, and her heart beat faster and faster, just when she didn't know how to explain.

The man next to him laughed softly: "Mrs. Ji, you don't have to explain. I know what you want to say."

She bit her lower lip and whispered, "It's good that you know."

She kept her eyes straight ahead and appeared very calm during the rest of the journey, but her sitting posture and the pants tightly grasped in her hands showed that she was not calm at the moment.