Villa master bedroom.

Zhou Yan had a happy time several times, took a shower, and saw Tang Wanwan sitting up and writing with her laptop, he pulled it away: "Aren't you tired?"

"Hands are fine," she said softly, "I slept a little more in the morning."

Zhou Yan looked back at her and went to the locker room to hang up the clothes she bought today, as well as her own.

The wardrobe is very large and not separated, so it is just put together.

His and hers were entangled together, and Zhou Yan looked back very pleasantly.

After packing up, he returned to the bedroom, sat on the sofa and habitually pulled out a cigarette, but did not light it.

He saw Tang Wanwan busy, and remembered what his elder brother said to him when he wanted to meet Liang.

A silent laugh was not immediately facilitated.

After a while, he said, "There is a cocktail party tonight, can you accompany me to attend?"

Tang Wanwan stopped the work and raised her eyes: "Didn't you say it earlier!"

She looked at her shoulders, her calves, with finger marks and red marks.

Then, there was a hint of accusation in his eyes when he looked at him.

Zhou Yan chuckled back and came over to hug her shoulder: "Why, are you angry?"

"No." She continued to lower her head to do her own thing: "How dare she be angry with Mr. Yan."

Zhou Yan turned her arm and stretched out her arms and took out a tube of ointment from the bedside table. She looked at him: "What is this?"

"I'll help you apply the medicine." He carried her to his lap: "Aren't you afraid that others will see it? You can't see it after applying the medicine."

Tang Wanwan bit her lower lip gently, "I'll do it myself."

But he didn't let him, and he grabbed her two thin wrists with one hand, and squeezed out some flexibly with the other hand and carefully applied it to her. He wiped it everywhere. Later, he became a little hot and pressed against her: "Wanwan?"

She leaned into his arms and said no.

Zhou Yan kissed her for a while before she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Forget it."

She laughed, her voice a little sweet: "Zhou Yan came back, you are so beautiful, how did you live in the past 28 years?"

"I've lived it myself," he didn't expect that he would answer her words, then put the ointment aside, and she hugged her and chatted without putting it down.

Tang Wanwan bit her lower lip: "Stop messing around, I want to do something."

His chin pressed against her intentions and his voice was low: "If you take you to relax, you won't enjoy it."

Tang Wanwan was forced to lean in his arms, and gently played with his yukata strap with slender fingers, "If you really enjoy yourself, you wouldn't take me to any dinner."

She raised her head and looked at him seriously: "Zhou Yan came back, is it because of your elder sister's affairs that you think you should bring me into your house as soon as possible?"

Zhou Yanhui didn't say anything, but just looked at her quietly.

After a while, he spoke: "If it wasn't for a deal, if I just wanted to marry you, wouldn't you be this little Mrs. Zhou?"

Tang Wanwan did not answer him immediately. About five minutes later, she whispered: "I don't know."

In fact, she said that he knew nothing about her thoughts, which was pretentious.

But in that case, no matter what kind of thought he was, she would agree.

It doesn't matter if you like him or don't like him.

But now she thinks that this marriage is very good. If you have to find a good reason, it should be that Zhou Yanhui has a very good appearance, figure and figure, and she has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

Of course he would be unhappy to say it, so she wouldn't say anything disappointed.

Zhou Yan bounced back on her forehead and did not delve further. He pulled out a card from the bedside table and gave it to her: "This is for you."

She looked at him.

After a while, he said, "Isn't it for household use?"

"This is different." He smiled slightly: "That is for the deal Mrs. Zhou, and this is for the little girl."

Tang Wanwan was throbbing for a moment and took the black gold card.

Zhou Yan touched her little head back and said, "Don't be burdened, you can continue to use your own money to pay off your debts. This is my money for raising children."

"What kind of kid! I'm 22 years old." She shouted, a little dissatisfied with him.

Zhou Yan smiled softly, her eyes clear: "The first time I saw you, you are so tall."

He gestured with his hands, only to his waist.

Tang Wanwan stared at him.

Zhou Yan smiled again, "I'm only 14 years old."

Tang Wanwan frowned: "Are you going to be perverted? Zhou Yan replied. Did you have any ideas when I was 14 years old?"

He did not deny it, knocked her little head on the slightest, and what he said was that when he returned from abroad, she would go abroad. When she came back, she became obsessed with Ye Chen.

Zhou Yanhui is an extremely conceited man, so he naturally won’t say these things. Anyway, she is his wife now. If she sleeps with him, he will not ask her if she likes Ye Chen now. He has that kind of confidence. If she sleeps with him, she will never think about others. If she still thinks about it, it will be his husband.

If he didn't say it, Tang Wanwan probably guessed what he was thinking, and glanced at him, feeling speechless.

The two chatted casually for a few words and then it was six o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Yan went downstairs and told him to make dinner, so he ate some casually and cushions.

After dinner, Tang Wanwan picked a small dress and changed it into it. She complained: "We shouldn't have dinner, we've eaten too much."

Zhou Yan kicked off the cufflinks, walked over and reached out to measure her waist.

Her waist was very thin and soft, and he couldn't bear to let go, and his voice was hoarse: "I'll just be thinner."

In fact, he also knew that the requirements of female celebrities were different, but he couldn't help feeling a little sad. It would be better if she had more meat.

Her chin rubbed against her shoulder: "I really like being a celebrity? It's good to write books."

He also thought about having a baby, but he didn't say anything when he was afraid that she would be unhappy.

Tang Wanwan's voice was slightly lowered: "Do you want me to come back?"

If there was no such thing as the previous life, she would still be willing to do so now, but after the previous life, she could not take care of her husband and children at home...

She remembered that at that time, her biggest wish was to marry Ye Chen, then have two children with him, and live a beautiful life like a fairy tale, but fairy tales do not exist and the ending is very miserable.

She didn't believe Zhou Yanhui, because she had nothing he could do except her appearance, so she took advantage of this marriage.

She asked, and he said to her carefully: "I want to see you every day."

Tang Wanwan smiled and turned around and hugged his neck: "It's after the age of 28."

She asked him again: "In six years, maybe you won't think so."

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment he whispered: "I've been waiting for 8 years." She couldn't help but think of the past, and she sighed: "What if I didn't terminate the engagement that day?"

In her previous life, she married Ye Chen.

Zhou Yan pondered for a moment and whispered: "There is no possibility."

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Chapter completed!