I live on my wife

The next morning, Cheng Nanchu woke up, and the glare of the sun made her raise her arms to cover her eyes.

It's just this small movement, but it made her feel as if she had been run over, and her whole body was so sore, especially her waist and legs, as if they were not her own.

pain?
Cheng Nanchu's mind went blank, and suddenly, she remembered.

She suddenly got up from the quilt, lifted the quilt and took a look, she didn't have any clothes on her body, and there were still bruises.

Everything that happened last night went through in my mind.They hugged and gnawed all the way from the living room to the room, and then...

Thinking of these things, she hugged the quilt directly and covered her face.

Why?The person who drank yesterday was Yan Zecheng, why did she act as if she was drunk.

It was her birthday, and she gave herself as a birthday present?
"Are you awake? Do you want to eat?" Yan Zecheng pushed the door open and came in, seeing the little girl hugging the quilt and huddling into a ball, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.

"Is it still hurting? Let me have a look." Yan Zecheng said, and came up to lift the quilt.

How could Cheng Nanchu agree, she quickly shook her head and refused, even though the unspeakable pain was so painful, she couldn't say it.

"I bought some medicine, and said it would be better if I applied it." Yan Zecheng touched his nose, and said a little embarrassedly. They could be said to be very miserable in the first half of the night, and they got better in the second half of the night.

But she was miserable. In the second half of the day, she couldn't even scream, and finally passed out directly.

These words obviously awakened Cheng Nanchu's memory, she gave Yan Zecheng an arrogant look: "I will do it myself.

"You really don't need help?" Yan Zecheng asked jokingly.

"You still say." Cheng Nanchu buried his face in the quilt: "It's not you, like a bull, rampaging."

"Okay, it's all my fault." Although Yan Zecheng's mouth was full of apology, his eyes were full of smiles.

Seeing Cheng Nanchu's refusal to get up, Yan Zecheng hugged him and the quilt into his arms: "I have no experience, it will be fine in the future."

"You still say." Cheng Nanchu pushed him away, picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

Yan Zecheng took the pillow and looked at her with a smile.

Only then did Cheng Nanchu realize that the quilt had fallen off, revealing a spring light.After this man cleaned her up yesterday, why didn't he even give her a piece of clothing to wear.

"Get out, I need to get dressed."

"Why are you shy? I haven't seen it." Although Yan Zecheng said so, he still went out, knowing that the little girl couldn't save face and was shy.

Cheng Nanchu watched Yan Zecheng go out and buried his face in the quilt.

She still can't believe that she really had a relationship with Yanze City, but...

Cheng Nanchu saw something extra on his ring finger.

Looking carefully, it was a ring, a very beautiful diamond ring, and I don't know when he put it on.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she won't be at a disadvantage, Yan Zecheng is in good shape, good-looking, and rich, no matter what counts, she will not be at a disadvantage.

Looking at the ring, he couldn't help showing a silly smile.

But last night, they seemed to have forgotten something important.Cheng Nanchu thought for a while, and finally remembered.

She got up from the bed, her legs were weak, and she almost fell, but she quickly stabilized her body and put on her clothes.

After going out, Yan Zecheng was waiting for her at the door, seeing her flustered look, couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"We didn't...what if we were pregnant last night?" Cheng Nanchu asked nervously.

Yan Zecheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed angrily, and knocked her on the head: "What can happen? If you have it, you will be born."

"Born?" Cheng Nanchu repeated.

When Yan Zecheng heard this, his eyes immediately became very dangerous: "What? You don't want it? Or do you think I won't be responsible?"

"No, I'm still young, I'm only 20 years old." Cheng Nanchu didn't notice the danger approaching at all.

"It's not too young, the legal age for marriage." Yan Zecheng put his arms around her waist, pushed her against the wall and asked, "You still don't want to marry me after taking my ring?"

"I didn't, let me go." Cheng Nanchu pushed his hard chest, but he didn't push it at all, his face was as red as an apple.

"Please." Yan Zecheng said aggressively.

Cheng Nanchu lowered her head, then raised her head, her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around Yan Zecheng's neck: "Brother Yan, how many years older than I am? Why do you keep bullying me?"

"It's only six years old, what's the matter? I still want to be called uncle."

"Yeah, Uncle Yan, your little one is hungry." Cheng Nanchu said with a smile on his face. Yan Zecheng is a man who eats soft but not hard, and if he acts like a baby, he can't help it.

But now she was in sore pain in the unspeakable place, her body was also limp, and she leaned directly into Yan Zecheng's arms: "It's all your fault, my back hurts badly."

"Then I'll hold her and feed you." Yan Zecheng immediately picked her up, and refused to put her down in the restaurant, letting her sit on his lap.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them at home, and the nanny put the food back in the room after cooking, otherwise, she wouldn't have the face to face others.

Yan Zecheng tasted the food on the insulation board, and the temperature was just right, so he picked it up and fed it to Cheng Nanchu.

She didn't struggle anymore, and leaned directly on him, enjoying the service of Young Master Yan, a treatment that no one else could ask for.

"Hey, why don't you go to work?"

Yan Zecheng's hand stopped in the air, he never expected Cheng Nanchu to ask such a question.

"I'm just asking, you need to make good money to support your wife now, in case you have children." Cheng Nanchu sensed something was wrong and immediately redeemed it.

Yan Zecheng, who was healed by the sound of his wife, nodded her nose, a little helpless, he really didn't have any temper with her: "There is no meeting in the morning, it doesn't matter if you go or not."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang, Yan Zecheng answered the phone impatiently, but put it aside.

After all, his hands are still busy feeding his wife.

"Mr. Yan, if you don't come to work today, won't Special Assistant Lu come either? He has two meetings this morning, but he can't find anyone now." The secretary bit the bullet and asked.

"He didn't go to work?" Yan Zecheng was stunned when he heard this.

Lu Yao is a standard workaholic. Over the years, no matter how drunk he was the night before, he has never missed work, let alone failed to find someone.

This is the first time.

Cheng Nanchu dialed Lu Yao's phone curiously, and turned off the phone.

"He's resting for two days, you can tell Vice President Yan that he will be responsible for all his work in the future." Yan Zecheng said.

The secretary nodded. After what happened yesterday, they all knew in their hearts that Lu Yao hadn't been working in the company for long, but they didn't expect to give him a banquet.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Nanchu couldn't help but looked at Yan Zecheng curiously: "Did Lu Yao not go home last night? Is he okay?"

Yan Zecheng also regretted not sending anyone to follow Lu Yao yesterday.

"I'll check the location of his cell phone." Cheng Nanchu touched Yan Zecheng's cell phone, and as soon as he turned it on, he saw a call from an unfamiliar number.

Yan Zecheng was about to reach out to hang up, but was picked up by Cheng Nanchu.

Lu Yao's voice came from inside: "Where are you? Send me some clothes."