Ye Lancheng got out of bed silently, put on slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.

An Zhisu thought he had gone to the guest room, and thought to himself that Ye Lancheng was also unlucky. It would be fine if he couldn't do anything on wedding night, but he had to be forced to go to the guest room until midnight. If she was Ye Lancheng, she would definitely regret marrying her.

"Ahem..."

When Ye Lancheng went out, An Zhisu no longer suppressed his voice and coughed violently a few times. With each cough, her lungs felt slightly painful and her throat was so dry.

An Zhisu quietly clenched the silk quilt under her. The more she didn't want to think of those hatreds, the more her unscrupulous body reminded her over and over again how she had survived these five years.

She clearly remembered how the stubborn cough was caused. She was just sent to a mental hospital. She lived in a large ward. In addition to her, there were seven or eight mentally ill patients of varying degrees. An Zhisu was afraid of those mentally ill patients. She carefully avoided them, but was regarded as aliens by them. One night, they kept her in the quilt while she was asleep. She was broken and her ribs were pierced into her lungs. It was the nurse on duty who saved her, and she was rescued for several hours.

Only after saving his life.

At that time, Song Jiaren went to the hospital to see her. Seeing her lying on the hospital bed and crying for the first time, she tried every means to apply for an individual ward for An Zhisu. After being discharged from the hospital, An Zhisu was blessed in disguise and was able to live alone.

But since then, her lungs fell into the root of the disease. It was better, but as soon as it was cold and she drank cold wind, she would have to cough for several days before she could recover. Especially at night, it was already common to wake up by herself.

An Zhisu felt that she should have been used to it and would not have hurt anymore. But every time she felt pain in her breathing, she realized that some wounds, no matter how many years the scar had, would always hurt as long as the scar was still there.

"Ye Lishu, An Tingnuan, I will return these pains!" An Zhisu's hand holding the quilt tightened a little more, and the tears reflected the stars of hatred.

"Cough cough cough..." An Zhisu coughed again. She felt that she couldn't bear it. She was about to get out of bed and find medicine to take it. Ye Lancheng went back.

An Zhisu paused his movements of lifting the quilt, and looked at Ye Lancheng who was carrying the tray, and an accident flashed in his eyes.

"Pear soup moistens the lungs, drink a little, it will be better." Ye Lancheng put the tray on the bedside table on her side, took a bowl and handed it to her.

An Zhisu stared at the steaming pear soup in front of her. She thought Ye Lancheng thought she had gone to the guest room because she was noisy, but she didn't expect Ye Lancheng just went downstairs to cook pear soup. This made An Zhisu's nose slightly warm and her eyes seemed to be moist again. Over the years, every time she was woken up by herself in the middle of the night, there was no one around her who poured her a glass of water, let alone someone specially cooked pear soup for her. She was moved like a breeze on the face. An Zhisu took a deep breath and sighed deeply that Ye Lancheng was really a master of flirting girls. For a moment, her

My heart was moved by Ye Lancheng.

"You want me to feed you?" Seeing that she didn't move, Ye Lancheng asked indifferently.

An Zhisu shook his head like a fan, quickly retracted into the quilt, took the porcelain bowl in his hand, picked up the spoon, and drank it in small sips.

Ye Lancheng stood beside the bed and watched her drink contemptuously. When she finished a bowl of pear soup, he poured her another cup of warm water: "Drink some white water to make the sweetness."

An Zhisu took the cup obediently and drank half a cup.

"Is it better?" Ye Lancheng asked again.

An Zhisu nodded and pounded garlic: "It's much better, you go to bed quickly."

Ye Lancheng looked at her again, and saw that she didn't seem to be lying, so he walked around the other side and lay down again.

After some trouble, the couple fell asleep again. But this time, An Zhisu did not fall asleep so easily. Although he did not cough, his lower abdomen was still hurting. Even if the pain was faintly revealed, it was enough to torment An Zhisu. An Zhisu curled up, sleeping uneasy, and in a daze, he heard the erratic sound behind him. Then he seemed to be wrapped in a wide embrace. A big hand gently covered her slightly ache. The warm temperature penetrated her skin, making her frown slowly stretch her frowning brows.

Gradually I fell asleep.

...

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of tapping the plate came from his ears. An Zhisu suddenly came back to his senses and heard Song Jiaren say, "You didn't come out with your soul today, right? What are you thinking?"

"Ye Lancheng." An Zhisu replied subconsciously.

Song Jiaren:...The gossip flashed out of Song Jiaren's eyes, and it burst out like fireworks: "I miss you after I haven't seen you for a long time. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

, it means getting her heart. Ye Lancheng is so powerful that he has conquered you in just one night."

An Zhisu gritted his teeth in regret: "Jia Song, put away your gossip. I came to my aunt last night, and nothing you said happened."

Song Jiaren:...

Song Jiaren drew a cross on her chest with her right hand and silently made wax for Ye Lan. On the wedding night, her wife came to her aunt. Why didn’t she buy Mark Six lottery?

An Zhisu was thinking about Ye Lancheng just now, but this thought was not the other. She was thinking about the embrace she was in a daze last night. She didn't know if she was dreaming or Ye Lancheng really hugged her and slept in the middle of the night. It felt very real, but it was a little dreamy.

She woke up late in the morning, and when she woke up, the other side of the bed was empty. Ye Lancheng had obviously gone to work, and there was a note on the dining table, telling her that there was breakfast in the kitchen and pear soup in the insulation bucket.

An Zhisu had breakfast in a complicated mood and sent a WeChat message to Ye Lancheng almost noon, saying that she had asked a friend to go out for dinner and told him not to send food home.

Ye Lancheng was probably busy and did not reply to her. An Zhisu didn't care. He made an appointment with Song Jiaren to have dinner in a restaurant, but he was distracted during the meal. There was always the shadow of Ye Lancheng making pear soup for her in his mind.

"Come again, you don't have such a dog food like you. I know you have a husband, but can you restrain yourself a little in front of me, a single dog?" Song Jiaren rolled her eyes in a frustration when she saw her start to get distracted again. For the first time, she knew that it turned out that a person could also choke the dog food like this.

"No, I'm thinking about other things." An Zhisu lied without blushing.

Song Jiaren rolled her eyes: "I believe in your evil."

"Really." In order to prove that he was not thinking about Ye Lancheng just now, An Zhisu deliberately looked stern and said with a serious look: "Goodie, I need money." "You want money to find your husband. In front of your husband's god-level tycoon, I am not enough for those little transparent people who have just passed the food and clothing line." Song Jiaren answered with a very poisonous mouth.
Chapter completed!