Marriage is not sex: Husband loves so fiercely

Xiang Ling chatted with her for a while before leaving.

Cheng Ruoke looked at the gray sky outside the window with mixed emotions in her heart.

Cheng Ruoke fell into deep thought, and she didn't seem to want to think about everything she had forgotten in the past.

The memory of Zhan Leyan was blank in her mind, even if it wasn't for the scar on her stomach, she wouldn't even believe that she had given birth to a child.

Nuannuan and Baobao returned to Zhan's house, and Zhan Leyan arranged a school for the two children, and they entered school again.

Without the laughter of the children, the hospital suddenly became deserted. Every day, only the mother and Sister Lan were in the hospital, talking to her and talking about the past.

Until the doctor finally nodded and agreed to Cheng Ruoke, she could be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate.

"My wife's condition has stabilized. As for restoring her memory, it will take a long time. It is recommended that my wife go back to a familiar environment, which will help her recover."

Hearing the doctor's words, the corners of Cheng Ruoke's mouth could not be restrained from upturning.

Although Zhan Leyan still had a cold and stern face, Cheng Ruoke could feel that on that iceberg face, in those eyes as deep as a deep pool, there was a happy emotion.

"Are you always so serious?" Cheng Ruoke asked curiously after watching Zhan Leyan for 5 minutes on the way back and found that he had kept a straight face and no expression.

Aunt Chen and Cheng Ruoke's mother sat in the back row, and they looked at each other awkwardly, pretending not to hear.

Although Zhan Leyan was driving, he had already noticed Cheng Ruoke staring at him.

For the confident and narcissistic President Zhanda, being stared at by others is not uncommon, but being stared at by Cheng Ruoke for such a long time made him feel a little guilty, after all, he is now forgotten by her Yes, almost like a stranger.

"I thought you'd ask me why I'm so handsome." Zhan Leyan turned his head, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and gave Cheng Ruoke a very confident smile.

"Cut, narcissist!" Cheng Ruoke sneered at what she said, but she had to admit in her heart that Zhan Leyan was indeed handsome, and he was handsome and handsome, although her ideal type It's the kind of gentle and gentle jade, but facing Zhan Leyan, she found that she seemed to have no resistance at all.

It's as if Zhan Leyan is a magnetic field, and she is a nail, powerless, attracted by him.

Fortunately he is her husband.

Cheng Ruoke secretly rejoiced, otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to be so nympho.

The car entered the courtyard of Zhanjia, and Cheng Ruoke looked at the gorgeous big villa in front of him, and even though it was winter, he could still see the exquisitely designed and beautiful greenery, and the endless lawn behind the villa, even though it was already winter , but still greenish.

Cheng Ruoke stood in the yard, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

There should be flowers here, she looked towards a large open space on the left side of the house, where there was a small wooden house standing alone, and a half-built building similar to a vegetable shed.

As for the flowers, there were none.

"Did flowers grow here before?" Cheng Ruoke asked suddenly.

Zhan Leyan raised his eyebrows, and asked with a slightly joyful tone; "Did you remember something?"

Cheng Ruoke tried to search for all the memories related to this courtyard in his mind, but in vain, only a dull pain in his temple.

So she covered her head and frowned beautifully.

Zhan Leyan strode forward and pulled him into his arms.

"There used to be a lot of peonies planted there, but...all of them are dead." Zhan Leyan looked at the empty garden with wandering eyes.

Those peonies, after Mrs. Zhan's death, seemed to have spirituality, and left this world with their masters.

Zhan Leyan led Cheng Ruoke into the house, and there were several servants, aunts and uncles standing at the door.

Cheng Ruoke paused, speechless in surprise.

"Zhan Leyan, is that person Xiong Tian?" Her voice was like a mosquito, and she was afraid that Xiong Tian who was opposite would hear her voice.

Is she dreaming?Why did her idol, Xiong Tian, ​​stand in front of the villa and look at her with a smile?
If she's not mistaken, this is Zhan Leyan's home, right?Who is that beautiful lady over there?
With a beating heart, Cheng Ruoke followed Zhan Leyan to Xiong Tian and his sister-in-law Weng Meiling.

"Little aunt, little uncle." Zhan Leyan greeted briefly.

Cheng Ruoke looked up at Zhan Leyan with big eyes in disbelief. She heard correctly just now, and Zhan Leyan called the two people opposite him aunt and uncle.

"I heard that Ruoke was discharged from the hospital today, so we came back specially to see, Ruoke, are you okay?" Auntie asked Cheng Ruoke with a smile.

"I..." Cheng Ruoke didn't know whether to say yes or no, "I'm fine, thank you, auntie."

She had no choice but to follow Zhan Leyan and call this woman Auntie.

Then Cheng Ruoke's eyes were completely attracted by Xiong Tian.

"Are you really Mr. Xiong Tian, ​​an internationally renowned fashion designer?" She couldn't help asking.

Xiong Tian and his aunt had heard about Cheng Ruoke's memory loss a long time ago, so they were naturally not surprised by her attitude.

"Indeed, I am not only your little uncle, but also your master, Ruoke, you are my only closed disciple." Xiong Tian looked at Cheng Ruoke with a smile, as if deliberately wanting to see her surprised expression.

Cheng Ruoke opened her mouth wide open in disappointment, unable to speak.

Her idol, the internationally renowned designer Xiong Tian, ​​is her master...and little uncle!
"Go in and talk." Zhan Leyan took Cheng Ruoke's shoulders and led her into the house.

The moment Cheng Ruoke raised her leg and buried herself in the villa, a sense of familiarity suddenly emerged from her heart.

As if bewitched by something, she glanced at the family portrait on the closet in the living room.

Are the people in the photo all the people in this family?
The in-laws must be in front, holding Nuan Nuan and another child. She is standing beside Zhan Leyan, next to another couple, Auntie and Xiong Tian.

Cheng Ruoke walked over unconsciously, stood in front of the photo, and stared blankly.

"If you don't feel well, go back and have a rest." Zhan Leyan asked in a low voice behind Cheng Ruoke.

Cheng Ruoke shifted his attention from the photo, and saw Zhan Leyan looking at her with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine." The idol Xiong Tian was sitting on the sofa, how could she just go back to her room to rest.

Cheng Ruoke was a little shy, after all, she was facing her idol in college.

She sat on the sofa awkwardly, not knowing where to put her hands.

Zhan Leyan saw Cheng Ruoke who was as shy as a child, smiled and sat beside her.

"Now I believe he is my little uncle." Zhan Leyan was referring to the appearance of Xiong Tian in the family portrait.

"You haven't finished the task assigned to you by the teacher." Xiong Tian said to Cheng Ruoke.

Cheng Ruoke looked at Xiong Tian blankly.

"Sorry, I... I can't remember the task you gave me..." Cheng Ruoke lowered her head guiltily, like a primary school student who has done something wrong.

Xiong Tian laughed out loud.

"It's okay, it's okay, Master didn't mean to make things difficult for you, but if you are willing to return to work, I'd like to guide you a little bit."

Cheng Ruoke was still depressed just now, but after hearing Xiong Tian's words to point her out, burning eyes burst into her eyes instantly.

"Really? You want to guide me?" She asked happily.

"Of course, I am your teacher, so naturally I want to teach you." Xiong Tian said to Cheng Ruoke in fluent Chinese.

His benevolent eyebrows are really like a teacher teaching students patiently.

Cheng Ruoke was moved.

The words she wanted to promise came to her lips, but in the next second, she looked up at Zhan Leyan.

Zhan Leyan smiled and rubbed the top of Cheng Ruoke's head, the soft and smooth hair made him feel inexplicably good.

"As long as you want, go to study with my uncle, but I don't allow you to make yourself so tired. Enough is enough."

After hearing Zhan Leyan's words, Cheng Ruoke immediately nodded heavily at Xiong Tian.

"Teacher, I will definitely study hard!"

"Ruoke just got out of the hospital today, let her have a good rest, anyway, we will stay here for a week, let's talk about it tomorrow." Aunt Weng Meiling said to her husband.

"En. Then, Cheng Ruoke, see you at our company tomorrow. I won't disturb your rest today."

The two did not live at home, but in a hotel outside, so they left Zhan's house after making an appointment with Cheng Ruoke to meet tomorrow.

Zhan Zongming has been away from home all the time. After his wife passed away, he seldom went home. Zhan Yiyang's family is all in Italy. Therefore, there are only Mrs. Chen, Sister Lan, and three servants in the big family.

Cheng Ruoke returned to the bedroom after walking around the house. The familiar smell, familiar furnishings, and the big bed made her face feel a little hot.

"Are you familiar?" Zhan Leyan stood at the door, with his hands folded on his chest, leaning against the door and looking at Cheng Ruoke.

Cheng Ruoke was imagining herself and Zhan Leyan lying on this boat at the same time in her mind, when she suddenly heard Zhan Leyan speak, she was taken aback because of her guilty conscience.

Cheng Ruoke's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't look back because she blushed.

"It's very familiar, but also very strange."

She is familiar with the furnishings and the smell here, but she can't remember how she used to live in this room.

At a certain moment, she seemed to see her figure standing in front of the closet, picking out the clothes to wear, and when she turned her head, she seemed to see Zhan Leyan sitting on the bed, holding a magazine and reading quietly.

"If you don't want to think about it, then start over." Zhan Leyan said to Cheng Ruoke after being silent for a while, "You don't have to force yourself to remember."

Cheng Ruoke looked at Zhan Leyan, thinking about the reason why he said that.

Is it because Sister Lan and Xiang Ling told her that those pasts that didn't sound very pleasant, and even made her feel a little sad, didn't want her to remember them?
"Are you afraid that I will remember that you were engaged to someone else, or are you afraid that I will remember that I was almost killed by a woman who liked you before?" She didn't know why she suddenly became angry.