An Zhisu became quiet, and her chaotic cut eyes became blurry, reflecting Ye Lancheng's handsome features.
"Ye Lancheng..."
An Zhisu only had time to call his name before he fell asleep from exhaustion.
Ye Lancheng waited for three or four minutes, and when he saw that she had really fallen asleep again, he slowly let go of his hand and turned over from her.
After all this tossing, both he and An Zhisu were sweating. In desperation, Ye Lancheng went to the bathroom to wring out the towel and simply wiped An Zhisu's wet body. Then he carried her to the sofa and changed her clothes again.
Then he put her back on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
An Zhisu fell into a deep sleep again. She was very quiet now. Ye Lancheng looked at her little face and was dazzled by her too pale face. She was like a white porcelain doll, astonishingly white.
Ye Lancheng tried his best to recall. In the past eighteen years, he was not deeply impressed by the few times he met her, but he remembered deeply that she was not as white as she is now. He was not that fond of An Zhisu.
Understanding, or even being familiar with her is barely possible. So he doesn't understand her, but he feels that An Zhisu is not such a fragile person. She was only ten years old when her mother died. At the funeral, she wore a small black cheongsam with an expressionless face.
for everyone who comes to the funeral
bow.
At that time, Ye Lancheng could feel the deep sorrow and sorrow from her, but he did not feel that she was vulnerable. He even saw tenacity in her eyes, as if there was a belief that was supporting her. He
I still remember that he gave her the jade pendant and promised that if she was in trouble, she could go to him and he would repay her for saving her life. The little An Zhisu took the jade pendant and said in a very firm tone: "I will save you.
It's not for repayment. If I have any difficulties in the future, I hope to find you.
What we are doing is fair dealing, not repaying a favor.”
Ye Lancheng couldn't remember how he felt when he heard those words, but seeing that he still remembered it so clearly now, he knew that he must have been deeply impressed at the time and remembered the little girl in his mind.
Fifteen years passed by, An Zhisu never came to him, and they were like two parallel lines, each growing up on his own life path. Ye Lancheng never thought that An Zhisu would find him one day, nor did he think of her
You will be so desperate that you need to fake an engagement with yourself.
Ye Lancheng didn't know why he proposed to marry her at that time, and he still hasn't figured it out now. He was born with weak emotions. Family, love, and friendship all seemed dispensable to him. Not having it is ordinary, having it is the icing on the cake.
.
Perhaps this is the case, he thinks that it doesn't matter who he marries, as long as he doesn't hate it, it doesn't matter. But after two days of marriage, he was woken up by her coughing and being awakened by her the other night. Ye Lancheng finally moved towards his mysterious wife for the first time.
The urge to know her past.
This impulse didn't calm down until he dialed Lao Jiu's phone number and heard Lao Jiu's confused voice "Young Master" in his sleep.
"Young Master, what happened?" Lao Jiu was still asleep, but after Ye Lancheng was silent for a few seconds, he immediately woke up.
Ye Lancheng suppressed the thought of wanting Lao Jiu to investigate An Zhisu's past, and said two words indifferently: "It's okay."
Lao Jiu:......
Young Master, it's okay. Why did you call me in the middle of the night? He has his pants on, okay?
"Go on to sleep." Ye Lancheng cut off the call and threw the phone aside.
Ye Lancheng knew that as long as he gave the order, Lao Jiu would be able to investigate everything he wanted to know by dawn at the latest. But he still gave up. Those were the secrets that An Zhisu didn't want to talk about. He shouldn't go behind her back.
Open her hidden wounds.
…
An Zhisu sat at the dining table, holding Ye Lancheng's heated toast in one hand and spitting ketchup on it with the other. His seemingly serious actions were betrayed by his erratic eyes.
Ye Lancheng, who was sitting opposite her, was more serious than she was. He cut the toast seriously and put small pieces into his mouth carefully with a fork. His elegant movements were like those of a noble from a European royal family. Only the three conspicuous lines on his neck were
Scratch marks greatly destroy the beauty.
An Zhisu felt more and more guilty as she watched. When she woke up in the morning, Ye Lancheng was no longer in bed. She still vaguely remembered that she had that nightmare again, and she seemed to have lost control of it, and she seemed to have scratched Ye Lancheng.
An Zhisu hoped that those vague memories were all a dream, but the newly changed sheets and quilts gave her a slap in the face of reality. They were all screaming to tell her that those were not dreams.
She really overestimated herself. She thought she wouldn't be stimulated by Zhao Linlin's words, but who knew that at night, nightmares overcame her fragile nerves, making her remember those horrific scenes again.
Will Ye Lancheng regard her as a lunatic? An Zhisu is really not sure. After all, even Song Jiaren thought she had a mental problem when she saw her "crazy" appearance.
Song Jiaren later believed that she was not sick because she had known An Zhisu since they had grown up together. They had absolute trust in each other. However, she and Ye Lancheng really had no trust at all.
"Do you like ketchup?" Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice brought An Zhisu out of his trance.
An Zhisu paused with her hands and lowered her eyes. Unexpectedly, she had spread a thick layer of tomato sauce on the entire piece of toast.
"Haha...hehe...ketchup is delicious." An Zhisu quickly put down the spoon with ketchup in embarrassment and embarrassment. He endured the sour taste and took a big bite in front of Ye Lancheng to prove it.
I really like ketchup.
Ye Lancheng:......
Damn it!
Why is it so sour!
An Zhisu almost vomited and felt that her teeth were about to be sore. She was really seeking death. Why did she lose her mind while applying ketchup? And Ye Lancheng, why didn't you remind me earlier?
"Eat less, too much ketchup is not good." Ye Lancheng didn't know if he meant to step down for her, but he said casually, lowered his head and continued to eat his own.
"Haha, I also think we should eat less." Of course, An Zhisu came down the steps. Haha, he threw the toast covered with ketchup onto the empty plate on the side, and then drank it with milk.
After a few big mouthfuls, the sour taste in my mouth was diluted by the mellow aroma of milk.
These actions of An Zhisu did not escape Ye Lancheng's peripheral vision. Ye Lancheng lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a rare smile.
The couple had breakfast, and An Zhisu was very active in clearing the dishes: "I'll do it, I'll do it. You should quickly change your clothes and go to work. It's not good to be late."
"It's the weekend." Ye Lancheng reminded indifferently.
An Zhisu:...Okay, don't talk to her, an unemployed vagrant, about weekends. She spends weekends every day now.