Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Immediately after the words blurted out, Zou Zhiyi also felt a little regretful.

After all, Yan Zhou was kind, she shouldn't have talked to him like this, it made people seem a little ignorant of good people.

But she really couldn't save face and apologize.

She moved her lips, didn't say anything, and could only plan to stay so stiff.

But he didn't expect that Yan Zhou just didn't play cards according to common sense, and his temper was outrageous at the moment, he didn't get angry, he directly stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and made her turn her head forcefully but gently.

Before Zou Zhiyi could react, Yan Zhou went up to her and kissed her.

The familiar smell overwhelmed the smell of fish soup in an instant, and the soft touch of his lips made Zou Zhiyi's eyes widen involuntarily.

Yan Zhou really did what he said, if he said he would feed her fish soup himself, he would really "feed" her himself immediately.

The emotion of surprise overwhelmed the sense of taste. She didn't taste the taste of the fish soup at all, and just swallowed the fish soup instinctively.

After the kiss, Yanzhou's light-colored lips were moistened, and the already pretty thin lips looked even more alluring.

Yanzhou reached out to wipe off a little bit of fish soup from the corner of his lips, smiling inexplicably.

Yan Zhou's voice was slightly hoarse with a smile, and the subwoofer was powerful, "Does Mrs. Yan think that drinking fish soup like this is more delicious?"

of course not!
Zou Zhiyi glared at Yan Zhou, and was about to speak, when his stomach suddenly felt cramped.

Yan Zhou saw that Zou Zhiyi's face changed instantly, he covered his stomach with his hands, and curled up together, with a look of enduring pain.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

Zou Zhiyi bit her lower lip tightly, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth, "My stomach hurts from being angry with you."

"Stomach pain?" Yanzhou frowned, "How can a good person have a stomach pain?"

His eyes were red from the pain, but he still had to speak hard, Zou Zhiyi said, "I told you I was angry at you, yet you still ask!"

Yanzhou didn't know if he was really angry, but Mrs. Yan didn't have three meals a day on time in the past few days, and she ate less than one meal, he knew it well.

Yanzhou guessed that Zou Zhiyi probably had a stomach problem.

After all, Miss Zou really doesn't care much about herself, she never eats on time, a lady who can lead a refined life, insists on making herself rough, and suffers from serious stomach problems very early.

Zou Zhiyi was in pain for a while, and his face was already covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, like a zombie just unearthed, even his lips were bloodless.

Yanzhou's eyebrows folded, seeing that she was in severe pain, he didn't quarrel with her, just bent down and hugged her up.

His body flew into the air suddenly, Zou Zhiyi was startled, "What are you going to do?"

"Take you to the hospital."

He patted her buttocks lightly, and said in a low voice: "This stomach attack can be regarded as a lesson. Let's see if you dare to make fun of your body like this in the future, and go on a hunger strike again. I will punish you like this."

Yan Zhou's movement of slapping her buttocks was not heavy, but the movement itself was shameful, Zou Zhiyi's face flushed instantly, he couldn't care about the stomachache, and struggled to get down.

How could Yanzhou put her down, tightened his arms, and carried her downstairs regardless of her objection.

I went to the hospital for a careful examination. There was no gastric perforation, it was stomach cramps, but because I was still pregnant and did not take medicine, the doctor helped massage a few acupoints, which relieved the pain, and suggested to go back to eat supplements.

After Zou Zhiyi went back, he was supervised by Yanzhou and drank a big bowl of porridge before he finally let him go.