The CEO is cold during the day and wants to feed the baby at night.

Chapter 141 He Should Be Sad
An Yinluo pulled back her thoughts and looked up at Yan Zichen.

"I'm so cold, I really want to sleep for a while. Lie down with me for a while."

An Yinluo put him to bed again.

Yan Zichen took a deep breath, took off his suit with jade fingers, and put it on the bedside table.Then shirts, trousers.

An Yinluo raised his eyes in a daze.

While the man was undressing, he pursed his lips and stared at him intently.

The expensive clothes were taken off one by one.

The upper body is shirtless, revealing a strong chest.Hard abs.

The chest and shoulders still have the marks left by her when they were lingering last night.

An Yinluo was still staring at the man.

Yan Zichen gently took off her wig.

Because the wig is still wet.With the wig being taken off.There is an obvious quail egg-sized package on the right side of the head.

Seeing this bag, Yan Zichen's heart skipped half a beat.

It was just now that he threw her into the bathtub and slammed her head on the edge of the glazed bathtub.

At that time, I was angry and heard that her head was knocked, but I didn't care.

Now, when looking at her head.

Self-blame and guilt surged into my heart instantly.

Yan Zichen's trembling fingers gently stroked her head.

Hiss~ An Yinluo couldn't help but gasped when Yuzhi stroked her injured bag.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Zichen's voice was hoarse, filled with endless guilt and remorse, and even started to hate himself.

Of course An Yinluo was in pain.From the guilty eyes of the man, she guessed what was going on.

In order to make him feel less guilty, An Yinluo shook his head.

Seeing her shake her head, Yan Zichen hated herself even more.

Resisting the urge to strangle himself to death, he lay flat beside her.

He stretched out an arm and took her in his arms.

His chin rests on the top of her hair.

An Yinluo heard the man's thick and long sigh.

An Yinluo stretched out his hand to caress the arm resting on his head.

Then, touch the upper and lower teeth marks.

Is this... I bit it?

An Yinluo didn't ask him.

Because, no matter what, she felt that the current man was very sad.

In the past, it was hot to throw into a man's chest.

at the moment.His breath was cold.

Even her chest against her back was cold.

The heartbeat is no longer as strong as before, and the abdominal muscles in his chest tremble slightly from time to time.

What's up with him!
An Yinluo frowned beautifully.

Breathing also began to be cautious.

An Yinluo was still in a daze, she turned her back to the man, deliberately not looking at his face.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and she didn't want to fall asleep so quickly.

I wanted to talk to him about something, but I swallowed the words again.

She really didn't know how to speak.Tell him she forgives him.Make him feel less guilty.

An Yinluo tried her best to keep her eyes open at first, but when she was tired, her consciousness gradually began to blur.

It was already the next day when I woke up again.

What Sister Sun said yesterday remained in An Yinluo's consciousness.

Today I went to see the director of "The Story of Concubine Li".I also have to go to the city where the TV series is filmed to shoot promotional posters.

An Yinluo opened her eyes, turned her head and looked through the French windows.

Through the curtains, a faint light came in from the gap.

She stroked her forehead subconsciously.

I drenched myself in cold water yesterday.She worried that she would have a fever.

He stroked his forehead, but fortunately his head was not hot.It's just that the bag on the left is aching.

An Yinluo took a deep breath, and reached out to caress the empty space beside her.

Why is it cold?
Where is Yan Zichen?
when did he get up

A series of questions flooded An Yinluo's mind.

A burst of tiredness struck, An Yinluo endured the discomfort, and sat up on the bed.

Sitting up, I found that I didn't know when I put on a pajamas.

The pajamas are made of cotton, white and red plaid long-sleeved pajamas and pajama pants.

Don't think about it, Yan Zichen must have worn it for her.

An Yinluo raised his face and took a long breath.After sitting on the bed for a few minutes, I dragged my tired body into the bathroom.

She walked into the bathroom, which was spotlessly clean.

And the clothes she wore yesterday were gone too.

Without thinking too much, she quickly finished washing and went to the cloakroom to change again.

Because of his tired body, An Yinluo deliberately wore more clothes.

She was wearing a white lace blouse underneath.A pair of sky blue skinny jeans.The shirt hem was tucked into the jeans.The coat is a long yellow and blue checked sweater.

He took off a certain amount of cold blue long hair and put it on his head.

A pair of short brown leather boots.

An Yinluo took a casual photo in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She stroked her shriveled stomach and said to herself, "It seems to be thinner again."

An Yinluo walked out of the bedroom.

She vaguely heard movement in the third room to the right.

An Yinluo turned her beautiful eyes.

That room, she remembered, two years ago, Yan Zichen had said that no one could enter that room.

Last night, she seemed to hear Yan Zichen say that she entered that room, and really wanted to move some tokens or something.

An Yinluo bit her red lip and looked at the door curiously.

She walked over there in a strange way.

Walking to the door, I found that the store was open.

There is still a person inside, who seems to be cleaning.

An Yinluo looked along the ground.

On the floor near the entrance, shards of glass and torn photos were scattered.

An Yinluo's eyes tightened, as if there was this picture in his mind.

She vaguely remembered that they smiled brightly in the photo.

An Yinluo wasn't sure whether what appeared in his mind at this moment was his hallucination, or if it had actually happened.

Looking again, there are still dried blood stains on the torn photos, on the broken glass shards.

There were more than a few drops of blood stains, and it spread all over the debris.

An Yinluo's heart tightened as he thought about the pain that dripped from the wound.

Sensing someone at the door, the maid who cleaned the room turned around.When she saw An Yinluo, she politely slapped An Yinluo's forehead.

An Yinluo nodded at the man expressionlessly.

An Yinluo's eyes followed the entrance and looked inside.

It was even more of a mess inside.

It is conceivable that the smashing sound she heard last night came from here.

It was Yan Zichen who destroyed all the memories that belonged to him and Kong Lanxin.

Whether he really wanted to forget her, or out of guilt towards himself, she didn't know.

She promised to come back with him, but Yan Zichen never mentioned anything about Kong Lanxin to her.

If he didn't tell, An Yinluo wouldn't ask.

She didn't even ask him to forget everything about Kong Lanxin.

she knows.Whether it is a former relative or a lover.

As long as you have experienced it, it doesn't matter whether the experience is good or bad.It is a wonderful time worth cherishing in the bottom of my heart.

She will not ask him unreasonably.

She just wants her own love.

Everything about Kong Lanxin was heard from others.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

She didn't care about that either.

So, in a fit of rage, Yan Zichen smashed everything here.Does he really not regret it?
An Yinluo stood at the door of the room for a while, thinking about the time issue, she sighed, once again Ni turned to the ground covered with debris and blood, turned and went downstairs.

"You're awake." An Yinluo went downstairs, and Yan Zichen was sitting on the sofa in the hall downstairs, with Erlang's legs crossed, with a half bottle of wine on the coffee table.He holds a wine glass in his hand.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Zichen turned to look at her and asked softly.

An Yinluo hadn't come out of the bloody scene just now.

(End of this chapter)