Mistakenly provoked his new wife for 99 days

"Is surgery still a trivial matter?"

Chen Anhao couldn't help thinking about the bloody scene. In the operating room, the doctor took a scalpel and cut a big gash on his beautiful body...

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

"A minor operation, not so exaggerated, I'm sure, I'm fine, just rest and rest."

Zhan Qiancheng took her hand, held it gently, and pulled her back into his arms: "I left early in the morning, you can't see me when you wake up, why don't you call me?"

Not even a phone call made him feel like she didn't have him in her heart.

"Well, I wanted to call, but..."

Chen Anhao bit her lip in embarrassment, wondering if she should be honest.

I'm struggling...

"But what? Huh?"

Zhan Qiancheng's expression was as gentle as ever, and there was no sign of getting angry at all, so Chen Anhao thought about it for a while, and planned to explain a little bit first: "The situation at that time was a bit special, so I didn't fight."

"What special circumstances?"

Zhan Qiancheng's voice is still soft.

Chen Anhao continued to ponder.

She was not very good at lying, so she confessed within a few seconds: "It's just... I think, I finally got a little free time, so..."

Chen Anhao lowered her head, and muttered in a low voice: "So, of course, I can't let it go easily."

Overhead, Zhan Qiancheng's devil-like voice came: "I heard everything."

"ah!"

Chen An raised his head violently, unexpectedly, with too much force, his head directly hit Zhan Qiancheng's chin, hitting hard.

"Ow—"

Chen Anhao let out a soft cry.

"..."

Zhan Qiancheng wanted to scream, but he was so arrogant that he couldn't speak.

The pain in the jaw completely overwhelmed the pain elsewhere, it was really...

Zhan Qiancheng sighed in his heart: God knows, whether Chen Anhao was sent by God to torture him.

The pain in Chen Anhao's head dissipated little by little, she groaned for a long while, then raised her eyes, thinking of giving Zhan Qiancheng a resentful look, she was suddenly startled by his reddish eye circles.

"Yeah!"

She reached out and tugged at his clothes: "Zhan Qiancheng, why are you crying?"

"!"

Zhan Qiancheng lowered his eyes and glared at her who was talking nonsense: "Where are the eyes? Where are you crying!"

He didn't cry at all!
He is a big man, how could he cry!

Chen Anhao argued hard, especially when he had the first-hand evidence, and he was determined not to give in: "Look, look, your eye circles are red, and you still say you're not crying?"

Zhan Qiancheng took a deep breath, looked at Chen Anhao with burning eyes, and fought hard to the end:

"One, my eye circles, I can't see them myself."

"Second, if I'm not crying, I'm not crying. Don't try to hypnotize me."

"..."

The corner of Chen Anhao's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhan Qiancheng with more and more contempt.

Dare to cry but dare not admit it?
Zhan Qiancheng met her eyes, and his brows twitched fiercely: "What kind of eyes are you?"

"..."

Chen Anhao did not explain aloud.

He looked like he wouldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. If she insisted on going to the end in a daze, she probably would have a quarrel, or even a fight.

Therefore, she gritted her teeth and refused to speak. She used her eyes alone to express her unyielding determination, and she was determined not to bend!
Zhan Qiancheng stared at Chen Anhao's expression, and there was an inestimable depth in his eyes.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand, the destination was Chen Anhao's eyes.

Although he was a little weak, it didn't hinder his sensitive and fast movements at all. Almost as soon as Chen Anhao came to his senses, he put his hand on her eyes and rubbed her eyes lightly and gently. .

"Yeah!"

Being attacked for no reason, Chen Anhao quickly stretched out his hand and slapped his hand away, humming displeasedly, "What are you doing!"

"That mirror."

Zhan Qiancheng told her.

"You can take it if you want it." Zhan Qiancheng ordered directly!
"..."

Chen Anhao was afraid that if she resisted him again, or talked about things, she would make him angry, so she pouted and took out her makeup mirror from her bag a little angrily.

"Give."

She handed him the vanity mirror.

Zhan Qiancheng didn't answer, but nuzzled his chin and signaled her: "Look for yourself, are your eye circles red?"

"what?"

Chen Anhao didn't expect him to do this trick.

She opened the makeup mirror, looked down, and her eyes fell on the small makeup mirror.

In the mirror, she pouted to explain her displeasure, with a slightly surprised expression on her face, the most important thing is!Her eye, which was suddenly attacked by him just now, was slightly red.

Her eye circles are red...

Whoops!

Chen Anhao couldn't help but swear in her heart.

He hit her eyes just now. It turned out that it was because he wanted to prove it to her. Doesn't the red eye circle mean that he must cry?

"..."

Chen Anhao stopped holding the makeup mirror.

Should it be said that he was too serious and fussy?

"Facts have proved that I did not cry." Zhan Qiancheng solemnly emphasized to her, and then he changed the subject: "You have wronged me for no reason, and you still make unreasonable sophistry, tell me, how should you be punished?"

Chen Anhao: "..."

This also has to be punished?
Could her life be a little too miserable?
Seeing that she was silent, and didn't know whether she was simply keeping silent or resisting with silence, Zhan Qiancheng didn't want to delve into it.He was lazily lying on the bed. Although his complexion was a little pale, his demeanor and demeanor remained undiminished. A casual glance or gesture was incomparably gorgeous.

This man, who was born so noble, makes people feel aggrieved, gnashing his teeth...

"Punish you for helping me undress."

His order just popped out of his thin lips so abruptly.

Chen Anhao originally thought that he would have some kind of torture or other punishment. For example, before she was punished for copying the "Ten Promises" and other corporal punishments. Unexpectedly, it was so simple?
It's quite a bit thunderous and rainy!

A smile crossed her face.

"Okay, okay, no problem!"

Her tense mood was instantly released, and she walked to Zhan Qiancheng's side, her little hands constantly working on him.

Because she didn't know where he had the surgery, she was careful throughout the whole process, rolling up his clothes little by little, and helping him take them off slowly.

She leaned too close to him, and the fragrance from her body rushed into Zhan Qiancheng's nose, sniffing the smell that made him fascinated, and for a while, a familiar heat burst out of his body.

"Whoosh-"

Chen Anhao continued to help Zhan Qiancheng take off his shirt, sweating from exhaustion.

The whole shirt was taken off, and Zhan Qiancheng's strong upper body was exposed. Chen Anhao didn't find any wounds on his body, not even a wound the size of a needle's eye.

Could it be that his wound was on his lower body?

Chen Anhao was thinking about it. Originally, Zhan Qiancheng suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed Chen Anhao on the bed. In the next second, he blocked Chen Anhao's lips with his lips. kissed her.

"..."

Chen Anhao's eyes widened.

Uhhh, I was caught off guard!
After the long and deep kiss, Zhan Qiancheng let go of Chen Anhao. Although he really wanted to put Chen Anhao on the spot, he had just had an operation there and was not suitable for strenuous exercise.

He lay on the side, slowly calming down his emotions.

"Ok?"

After being let go by him, Chen Anhao was puzzled immediately.

According to the previous law, she thought that Zhan Qiancheng would just eat her up like this, but he let her go, he let her go...

He actually let her go!

"Zhan Qiancheng, what's wrong with you?" Chen Anhao gasped in wonder, and looked at Zhan Qiancheng who was lying on the bed.

"What? You really hope that I will strip you naked next, and then have a hard time with you..."

Zhan Qiancheng turned his head and looked at Chen Anhao jokingly. The unhappiness he had with her before disappeared after a long French kiss.

"No!"

Chen Anhao will never admit it.

Regarding this kind of thing, she is always more shy than Zhan Qiancheng thinks.

"Your statement clearly means that you have it." Zhan Qiancheng made up his mind to tease her, it was really rare to see her shy and want to run away.

He cherishes every expression of hers.

He just wanted her to show her truest side in front of his eyes.

He, he he he...

Chen Anhao was so mockingly stared at by him. In an instant, she was so stimulated that she lost her mind, "Hey, are you dying?"

While speaking, she was also staring straight at Zhan Qiancheng's waist and below...

The answer to Chen Anhao was a low growl of Li and Zhan Qiancheng: "What are you talking about, how could I not do it!"

he can't?
he can't?
He is just temporarily inconvenient!

"Ow—"

Chen Anhao was suddenly beaten, and immediately covered her head with her hand, and screamed softly.

Zhan Qiancheng looked at Chen Anhao with a dark face, and his voice was a little imperceptibly excited, "I'm just not feeling well right now. When I get better, I'll be ashamed of what you just said!"

Chen Anhao: "..."

She wanted to be calm and not ashamed...

……

Liang Jingwen's painting exhibition was held in Lingcheng Art Museum.

All kinds of people admire Liang Jingwen's paintings. There are various paintings of Liang Jingwen hanging in the corridor, most of them are landscape paintings, and there are also paintings of various animals.

Among the hundreds of works, there is only one painting in which there is a human figure. On the left side of the canvas is a branch of a tree, covering most of the painting. It is a woman sitting in a pavilion on the mountain, her figure is thin, her figure Hiding behind the branches, she couldn't tell whose profile it was. She looked into the distance, looked at the city in the distance, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Liang Jingwen stood in front of this painting, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't want to think about it. He just looked at the painting indifferently, with a pale face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

In order to avoid his inexplicable sadness, he turned and left.

"Jing Wen!"

Someone was calling his name, a familiar voice.

Liang Jingwen turned around and looked for the direction of the voice, but there were many people who came to see the art exhibition, and he only saw all kinds of visitors, each of whom was a strange face, but he couldn't see which one he was familiar with. People call out their names.