Marriage is not sex: Husband loves so fiercely

It is rare for the family to be happy and harmonious. The family is no longer clouded by the uncertainty of Zhan Leyan's life and death, and even the servants feel a lot less pressure in their hearts.

After dinner, under the leadership of Mrs. Zhan, several maids surrounded Sister Lan and listened to him talk about Nuan Nuan's childhood.

Zhan Leyan was called away by his father.

Cheng Ruoke was alone in the room, using Zhan Leyan's computer to check emails. After leaving Switzerland for so long, the company didn't know what was going on.

Sure enough, when she opened her mailbox, she found dozens of emails from the company.

The time started half a month ago.

She opened them one by one, and they were all messages urging her to go back to work.

The main reason is that since the last Milan show, orders have been sent to the company like pieces of paper. Although there are already Cheng Ruoke's previous samples, the details of the clothing are still not perfected by others.

What's more, it is a private order, and there are many stars and ladies who request custom-made wedding dresses and dresses.

Therefore, Cheng Ruoke felt that it was time to go back.

Things here are complicated, but her stay seems to be just a burden for Zhan Leyan.

Even, the incident of falling into the river this time was entirely because of her appearance, which caused his troubles, and she completely became his burden.

She is going back now, not to escape, let alone let go of Zhang Leyan.

She needs to go back and have her abilities recognized. She needs to use a new identity and a counterattack attitude to return to this world that is still full of darkness and harm.

She likes the word counterattack very much.

She clicked on the last email urging her, and replied: "I will go back to the meeting in a week."

Zhan Leyan knocked on the door before walking in.

"The old man is calling you." Cheng Ruoke noticed that his complexion was not very good.

Zhan Zongming called Cheng Ruoke to the study alone.

Cheng Ruoke has hardly been alone with the old man of the Zhan family. After all, the family did not welcome her that much before.

She was just an insignificant woman who was exchanged for benefits in order to keep their son alive.

Now that Zhan Leyan's heart has been successfully transplanted, she is worthless.

"Sit down." Zhan Zongming sat in the chair, pointed to the seat opposite and said to Cheng Ruoke.

"Thank you." Cheng Ruoke sat across from him a little cautiously.

This is a Chinese-style study room, except for some thick books on the shelves, there are landscape paintings and calligraphy everywhere.

Zhan Zongming's calligraphy is quite well-known in the city A circle.

"How do you feel?" Zhan Zongming asked casually seeing Cheng Ruoke looking at the paintings and characters on the wall waiting to dry.

In fact, Cheng Ruoke really had some ideas in his mind.

It's about the Chinese style of clothing, but it's still immature, and it's too early to say, but it seems to be showing off.

"Are these all your works? Although I don't know much about them, they look really good." Cheng Ruoke said very sincerely.

Zhan Zongming nodded in satisfaction.

"I have nothing to do when I'm free, except for my grandson's lap, that's all I like."

Cheng Ruoke was silent, waiting for him to drive her away.

"We are very pleased that you are still alive." Zhan Zongming finally turned the topic back, "Safety is a blessing! Being alive is a blessing, life is only a few decades, and your mother and I... are half bodyless. Those who have left the soil, the Zhan family will rely on you in the future."

When Cheng Ruoke heard the phrase "Your mother and I", she kept her head slightly lowered and raised her head. She looked at the old man with gray hair on the opposite side, and was a little surprised.

Is he saying he wants to keep her?Exhibitors rely on "you"?
you?Does it mean her and Zhan Leyan?
Zhan Zongming just wanted to keep Cheng Ruoke behind. As an elder, he would naturally not apologize for what happened before, but these two simple sentences also showed his attitude.

Accept this daughter-in-law who was not favored by him before, and formally hope that she will join the big family of the Zhan family.

"Yi Yang's heart is not in business, and he's used to being free. Ge Yi is young and not stable enough. The Zhan family is a big group. Le Yan has a lot of burdens on his shoulders. Your mother is also old. You can learn from family affairs. , Those who should intervene, must intervene."

Cheng Ruoke remained silent.

"Le Yan's heart is indifferent, and you know it, but he is actually an upright child. Anyone who cares about him must have really put his heart into it."

Cheng Ruoke looked up, waiting for him to continue.

"He puts his heart into you, and the whole family can see it."

"Uncle..." she started, not calling her father, "I... I still have a lot of work to do in Switzerland..."

"I know that we didn't think much about you in the past, but it's different now, Nuan Nuan is so big, it's not easy for you to take care of a child by yourself..." Zhan Zongming actually asked to stay.

Cheng Ruoke felt a little flattered.

He was really trying to keep her.

Cheng Ruoke was very happy to be approved by Zhan Leyan's parents.

"Actually, I... I'm just going to deal with work temporarily..."

Zhan Zongming seemed impatient.

"Do you really need me to understand what I'm saying?" He suddenly darkened his face, and that made Cheng Ruoke think of Zhan Leyan at this age. When he was angry, would his temples be pale and cold? Frowning, squinting?
"I will never let you take Nuan Nuan away. As for yourself, if you really have a heart for Le Yan, you'd better stay by his side. After all, his heart that he stole from others cannot be guaranteed. He was safe and sound for the rest of his life."

"What does this mean? Doesn't it mean that you can fully recover after changing your heart?" Cheng Ruoke was extremely sensitive to everything Zhan Leyan said.

Seeing Cheng Ruoke's anxious face from the corner of his eye, the old man coughed lightly and turned his back to her.

"The doctor said that because of his special circumstances, heart transplant surgery has a lifespan, and a new heart will be replaced within a certain period of time."

"How long?" Cheng Ruoke immediately became nervous when she heard this.

"Probably...ten years, maybe even shorter." The old man sighed, "I can see your feelings for my son..."

He didn't say the following words, but Cheng Ruoke also understood.

He tried his best to keep her, still for her heart that could be transplanted to Zhan Leyan at any time.

She couldn't help covering her beating heart, a burst of bitterness spread from her mouth and extended to every pore in her body.

Would he still die without her heart?
Ten years, or even in less time?

"If you are unwilling to save him with your own life, his mother and I will not have any complaints against you, but, at least for the rest of his time, give him some hope of being alive."

"You and Nuannuan are his hope." The old man stared at a pot of spider plants hanging from the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Ruoke left the study with mixed feelings.

When he went back, Zhan Leyan was holding a tablet computer and playing a game.

"Are you playing a game?" She walked over in surprise, watching him lead a few people to crush the opponent's team all the way.

"I'm bored waiting for you." Seeing him come back, he hung up the phone and put the tablet on the bedside table.

At this time, Zhan Leyan was still the same Zhan Leyan, but Cheng Ruoke felt a little more distressed in his heart.

She is a person who can't hide her thoughts, and her emotions are all on her face and eyes.

Zhan Leyan naturally saw the strangeness in her.

"What did you say?" He knew that the old man must have said something to her.

Cheng Ruoke raised her hand, placed it on Zhan Leyan's forehead, and gently stroked the ends of his hair.

"It's nothing, just a heart-to-heart talk." She said with a smile.

Zhan Leyan was a little surprised, and wanted to ask something, but Cheng Ruoke took the tablet from the bedside, and looked at the screen of the game being played very curiously.

"It looks very fun, you teach me." She said.

This was obviously changing the subject, Zhan Leyan looked down at her.

Then, he ran his hands down the long hair on her back, hugged her from behind, grabbed her hand with both hands, and walked on the computer screen.

The two of them are not people who love online games, and they have their own concerns, so they only played one round before they went offline.

"I want...to go back to Switzerland." She still wants to go back, even if she resigns, she still has to go and pack her things and finish the work she left behind.

She obviously felt that Zhan Leyan's body was stiffer than before.

But his low and hoarse voice came from above his head.

"Go ahead," he said.

Cheng Ruoke turned her head unexpectedly, raised her chin and looked at Zhan Leyan.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhan Leyan lowered his head and stole a kiss on her lips.

"When you're settled, you can bring your work back to do it, or... When I'm settled, I'll pick you up."

He didn't keep her, but he made arrangements for her after work.

He came, or she went, always by his side.

Can't, and don't stay away.

Originally, Cheng Ruoke had prepared a lot of remarks about not being able to resign for the time being to tell Zhan Leyan, but none of them were used.

"How will you solve this matter?" Although he never asked Zhan Leyan who drove them into the river, Cheng Ruoke naturally knew it.

The Fang family, except the Fang family, who has the guts to hurt someone's life.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements. You just need to take care of yourself and wait for me to find you."

"Thank you." Cheng Ruoke said sincerely.

Zhan Leyan blocked her mouth with his lips.

"Thanks, let's be practical."

So the door was locked, the curtains fell, and the room was full of beauty.

The weather is fine, the sky is blue, and the girl who is on campus during the day is a pure girl who is looked at twice by many boys.

She was wearing a white dress and came out of the library with a book in her arms. When she went down the steps, her long hair was beautifully wavy behind her head.

She is indeed beautiful, quiet beauty.

Eric stood far away, watching the woman coming out of the library.

Sure enough, what my mother said was right, women are the best at disguising themselves in the world.

Obviously what I saw a few days ago was a coquettish nightclub lady.