Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The previous impulse to come out with a knife and die with him in minutes has reappeared.

She pressed her temples and tried her best to adjust her breathing.

This kind of impulse is wrong. It's not worth spending the rest of my life on the sake of such a person.

Calm down, keep calm!

Zou Zhiyi worked hard to do ideological work for himself.

Yan Zhou watched from the side, still calm and breezy, "It's boring, but I don't want to see Mrs. Yan's dead body when I come back."

With a breath stuck in his throat, Zou Zhiyi almost died of his anger.

"Don't worry, even if you die, I won't die."

Zou Zhiyi said: "I will definitely live a good life, longer and better than you, and you will regret it later."

Zou Zhiyi stared at Yanzhou viciously, but he smiled inexplicably, very happily, "Okay, then I will first wish Mrs. Yan a long life, and I will wait for Mrs. Yan to make me regret it later."

Deliberately accentuating the tone and rereading "later", the meaning of this sentence instantly changed and became very ambiguous.

It's more like a love story, with a hint of ridicule.

After Zou Zhiyi stared at him for a while, he averted his eyes and returned to the jujube tea.

Don't get entangled with neuropathy too much. If you are with neuropathy, you can't reason, and you can easily be infected with neuropathy.

Yan Zhou looked down at the top of her hair, narrowed his eyes slowly, and the smile on his face suddenly faded.

……

A few days later, Zou Zhiyi was pulled onto the plane by Yanzhou, and after a long flight, he landed in Country L.

The winter in country L is colder than the winter in Hua country, and you can't even stretch out your hands. Even if you are wearing a down jacket, you are shivering from the cold.

Zou Zhiyi shivered as soon as he got out of the airport.

Yan Zhou took off his scarf silently, and wrapped it around Zou Zhiyi's neck.

Zou Zhiyi was taken aback, feeling inexplicably awkward, and reached out to cut off Yanzhou's scarf again.

Yan Zhou pressed her hand, and the warmth in his palm soaked into her hand little by little.

Her body is cold, and every winter, her hands are cold, as if made of ice.

Yanzhou's hands are always hot all year round, they are like a stove in winter, and it is very comfortable to hold.

His warm breath brushed against her ears, "Don't take it off, the temperature here is low, and you are particularly afraid of the cold, so take it with you, don't freeze."

The ears were blown by the hot air, and from the earlobe, they turned red little by little, "I won't freeze to death, there is no need for the third master to bother me so much, I can't bear it."

Yan Zhou still had a good temper, "Yes, I won't die from the cold, but I'm worried that my Mrs. Yan will freeze to death."

The ambiguous distance, ambiguous words, Yanzhou whispered in her ear: "It's okay if you don't want to wear a scarf, as long as Mrs. Yan is willing, I don't mind just hugging you like this until you are in the hotel."

Gently wrapping her waist around her from behind, the two of them cling to each other.

Intimacy.

Strange passers-by next to them cast a kind smile at them.

Zou Zhiyi minds if Yan Zhou hugs her all the way to the hotel?

Yes, she minds!

Zou Zhiyi overreacted and withdrew from Yanzhou's arms, tightly holding the scarf around his neck, "I'm wearing a scarf, I won't take it off, you can stay away from me."

With a tense and defensive expression, like a cat whose hair has exploded, Yan Zhou not only didn't feel unhappy, but even let out a low laugh in pleasure.