Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

With a thin skin, Bai Yangyang pushed Zhan Beixiao away, and rushed into the restaurant blushing.

Zhan Beixiao got up, glanced at Uncle Qiao, and followed behind calmly: "Slow down."

Bai Yangyang pulled out the chair and sat down. On the dining table was the imperial cuisine, which was her favorite taste.

It seems that Zhan Beixiao has given the order in advance.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down beside her.

He was still wearing a shirt, and the watch on his wrist was shining brightly, making him even more noble and aloof.

Bai Yangyang inexplicably remembered what Gong Qiang said, and looked at Zhan Beixiao: "Master Zhan, you wear so many clothes, aren't you hot?"

It is early summer in both Beijing and the capital, and she can't wait to run naked, but he doesn't seem to feel the heat in his suit and leather shoes.

Zhan Beixiao shook his head: "The air conditioner is turned on in the room, do you need to turn it down?"

"Need not."

Bai Yangyang clasped his wrist: "Is it hot, can I roll up your clothes for you?"

Zhan Beixiao avoided her hand calmly, pinched her face with five fingers: "Good boy, I'm not hot."

The implication is that he refuses to roll up his sleeves.

Bai Yangyang felt more and more that he had something to hide from him, so he took a sip of the milk.

She kept silent, Zhan Beixiao was not stupid, she had never made such a request in normal times, but now that she made it, he felt full of doubts.

The man reached out and stroked her side face: "What's the matter tonight?"

Something is wrong with her.

Bai Yangyang looked at him: "I want to see you undress."

Gong Qiang's words played a certain role in promoting, and she also wanted to see what secrets were hidden under Zhan Beixiao's clothes.

Zhan Beixiao's eyes changed slightly, and then he declined politely: "Look at it now, are you sure it's not at night?"

Bai Yangyang bit her lips, her gaze was firm: "Zhan Beixiao, I want to see."

She has to watch whatever she says tonight!

Seeing her firmness, Zhan Beixiao rubbed the center of his brows, showing a bit of resistance right now: "Little boy, let's eat, okay?"

The implication is that he refuses to take it off.

Bai Yangyang put down the small bowl and wanted to talk, but the man changed the subject: "Tomorrow the consortium has a meeting, and I don't have time to accompany you. I'll find Zhan Si and go shopping with you, okay?"

He took the chopsticks and carefully picked up the vegetables.

Bai Yangyang likes to eat sweet and sour fish. The north of Beijing is close to the sea, and it is rich in fish. The fried fish is golden and crispy on the outside, charred on the outside and soft on the inside.

He jumped out all the thorns and put the meat on her plate: "Taste it."

Bai Yangyang pursed his lips, but he didn't make a sound, and lowered his head to taste.

The soft and tender fish meat is full of fresh fragrance, mixed with sweet and sour flavor, sweet and sour, which is very appetizing.

She ate slowly, chewing the fish, and her fair face showed a bit of cuteness, which inexplicably made Zhan Beixiao's heart soften.

He put down his chopsticks, unbuttoned his shirt, and rolled up his shirt, revealing a small section of his strong forearm.

If you look carefully, a few centimeters up, there is another mystery.

He stretched out his hand and gently covered her head: "Little boy, I'm keeping some things from you. I don't want you to be sad. Don't make it difficult for me, okay?"

He wasn't sure that when she saw the marks on his body, she wouldn't be frightened.

Bai Yangyang originally didn't want to mention this matter again, but she didn't expect him to say that. She grabbed his hand and stubbornly lifted the fabric.

In the next second, tears fell unexpectedly.

On the honey-colored skin, wounds and welts overlapped.

The moment he saw those marks, Bai Yangyang's heart seemed to be hit hard with a stick, it was sore and painful, and he even held his breath.

Zhan Beixiao looked at her with red eyes, picked her up, and put her on his lap: "Why are you crying?"

Bai Yangyang pointed to those marks and choked up, "Zhan Beixiao, your hand—"

"Three years ago, when you had a car accident, it didn't hurt anymore."

Zhan Beixiao helped her wipe away her tears, and gently touched the tip of her nose: "Why do you love to cry so much?"

The sigh was mixed with a touch of pampering, and there was nothing he could do about her.

Bai Yangyang held his hand and rubbed it carefully. The wounds seemed to be carved on her heart, and the piercing pain spread.

"Zhan Beixiao, I want to see your whole body."

The corners of Zhan Beixiao's mouth froze. After a long while, he took her hand and put it on his chest: "Don't look, can you touch it?"

Trembling, Bai Yangyang unbuttoned the button, except for the tattoo on his honey-colored chest.

Below are old wounds overlapping, the original smooth muscle lines are covered, and some wounds can still see light pink traces, which shows that they have just recovered.

Bai Yangyang whimpered, she never thought that he was covered with injuries.

She raised her head suddenly: "what's going on, why is this happening?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Zhan Beixiao sighed: "The sequelae of treatment."

He said it very simply.

It is true and it is also a lie.

These wounds are indeed left during the healing process, but not the erasure of memories.

But to quit his paranoia, his madness, the traces left behind.

Bai Yangyang lowered his head, the man's body was slightly stiff.

In the next second, a warm kiss fell, and every inch of skin on her chest was taken into consideration. Her eye circles were red, and her lips trembled slightly, but she didn't let go of any corner.

Zhan Beixiao is still an adult man, and he has a strong desire for her.

At this moment, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were fixed on her, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Little boy, don't do this."

Don't provoke him like this.

Bai Yangyang's heart was hurting, and his whole body was trembling.

Hearing his voice, he grabbed his waist: "Zhan Beixiao, you are not allowed to speak."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and the end of her eyes were red.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Then don't make random kisses."

"I do not."

She kissed more and more vigorously, tears rolled down, and her distress was beyond words.

Zhan Beixiao picked her up, left the restaurant, carried her upstairs, returned to the bedroom, pressed her on the bed, his eyes were dark and dark: "Why are you crying, do you love me?"

I knew she would cry, but I didn't expect to cry so hard.

Zhan Beixiao had nothing to do with her, so he lowered his head to help her lick away the tears, his voice hoarse: "I don't feel any pain now, but your crying makes my heart ache. Don't cry, huh?"

Bai Yangyang didn't want to cry either, but couldn't help it.

He didn't have any injuries before, but now he has wounds all over his body. It's hard for her to imagine what he went through in that year to leave so many injuries.

Zhan Beixiao grabbed her lips and invaded forcefully: "Cry again, don't you want to get out of bed tomorrow?"

Bai Yangyang put his arm around his neck: "Zhan Beixiao, shall we get married?"

She wanted to marry him, dreamed of it.

Zhan Beixiao paused, and a burst of ecstasy flashed before his eyes: "Have you figured it out?"

"Well, think it over." She still had a nasal voice, sobbing: "Let's get married now, okay, I want to be with you forever."

Zhan Beixiao smiled, and said softly: "It's very late now, I'll take you there tomorrow, we'll get the certificate in Beijing first, and then go back to the imperial capital, I'll handle the wedding, okay?"

Bai Yangyang bit his lips, she didn't know where the strength came from, threw him down, and rode on her by herself, with burning eyes: "Then let me watch the back."