Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Yanzhou disagreed, and pushed her to sit back, and called the nurse to give her a new needle.

The place where Zou Zhiyi forcibly pulled off the infusion needle just now was swollen, and he changed his hand again. Zou Zhiyi watched the medicine in the infusion bottle drop drop by drop, feeling unspeakable anxiety in his heart.

Yan Zhou watched her beside her, and waited until the infusion was over before letting her move freely.

When he hurriedly arrived, it was already over, but the cemetery was not deserted. As soon as Zou Zhiyi got out of the car, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.

With long guns and short cannons, the flashlight was so bright that people could barely open their eyes, and there was a buzzing sound in Zou Zhiyi's ears that was so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrum.

The reporter's voice came from far away, very vague, and she couldn't hear what they said at all.

Looking at the faces in front of him in a daze, it was as if he was trapped in a bizarre dream, and each face was a distorted monster.

The crowd kept gathering around Zou Zhiyi, completely unaware that the person in front of her was actually a pregnant woman, and what would happen if she got hurt.

The flash light is extremely dazzling, and they subconsciously turn their heads away, trying to avoid these dazzling lights, but it is inevitable. Just as the line of sight avoids one shooting camera, it bumps into another, and the flash light directly sweeps into the eyes , all white in sight, momentary blindness, unable to see anything clearly.

I don't know who suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed her, or maybe he just accidentally bumped into her, and his heel happened to hit a stone, his center of gravity lost his balance, he staggered, and his body leaned back uncontrollably.

Zou Zhiyi was startled, and instinctively reached out to find a place to borrow strength.

A hand took the initiative to reach out to hold her, and with measured strength, he brought her into his arms, and his back touched a gentle yet hard place.

The noisy voice stopped strangely.

"Enough is enough, everyone."

A deep voice rang in the ear.

Restraining his emotions, the voice was still cold and severe, spreading through the ears to the whole body, making people's bones chill.

Zou Zhiyi blinked, his sight gradually returned to normal, and when he looked up, he saw a smooth but cold chin and a protruding Adam's apple.

Terrible!

How can someone even show a chin, which makes people feel so good-looking that they can't take their eyes off.

Facts have proved that Sanye Yan is not only good-looking, but also very authoritative in his words. Before he could finish his words, the people had already dispersed.

Yan Zhou protected her into the car with a dark face, closed the door, the whole world became quiet, only the monotonous tinnitus was left, Yan Zhou didn't know what to say to the media, and then got into the car, those reporters didn't Stopped the car again, and the car drove out smoothly.

Zou Zhiyi's reaction was very slow. After a while, the car had passed two traffic lights before he realized. Zou Zhiyi turned sideways to face Yanzhou, "Why are there so many multimedia in the cemetery?"

She had a lot of tinnitus just now, and she didn't hear anything, but Yanzhou should have heard it.

Yan Zhou's face was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, much uglier than the dark and gloomy sky outside the window, but he told her: "It's okay, the matter will be resolved soon."

It sounds like the question you asked her seemed to mean that the answer was not what you asked.

Zou Zhiyi smelled something unusual from it.

He was in a coma for a day and a night with a high fever, and successfully missed the funeral. At this juncture when the inheritance competition is fierce, if Zou Zhongqing and the others can let go of such a good topic that can make them make a big fuss, how could they let it go?