Heart-wrenching pet: the CEO's hot wife

in the hospital ward.

The large chandelier on the roof combined with the wall lamp at the head of the bed to reveal a warm white light, which sprinkled on the girl's plain and fair face, adding a bit of charming charm to her seriousness.

From time to time, in the quiet room, there were rustling sounds of flipping magazines, and the crisp sound of men typing on keyboards.

The two were in the same room, lying side by side on the small table set up on the bed, each doing their own thing, even if they didn't speak, they felt at ease.

When Lan Xin was with Ning Yan in the hospital, she read fashion magazines the most during her free time. Ning Yan kindly asked her to send her drawing board tools, so she could show off her skills when she felt inspired.

And Ning Yan, who is at the top of the high society, has good aesthetics, and occasionally puts forward her own ideas on some of her ideas. After the exchange, Lan Xin couldn't help but admire this man again, lamenting that he is omnipotent.

She has always known Ning Yan's excellence, but she still can't help being amazed every time she appreciates it.

Lan Xin rubbed her eyes, looked at the man, closed the magazine in her hand, took out her phone and checked the time.

Ten past ten.

She blinked her eyes, then turned her head to look at the man who was still replying to the email, her bony five fingers kept flying on the keyboard.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, and Ning Yan today really confirms this saying.

The man looked serious, his facial features were like carefully drawn cartoon characters, every stroke and every painting was just right.

Lan Xin rested her chin on her hands, looked at the man quietly, and seemed to understand why there were always women jumping on him one after another.

After about a few minutes, Lan Xin couldn't help but reminded him: "Ning Yan, your wound is not fully healed yet, don't sit for a long time."

Ning Yan has been paying attention to Lan Xin from the corner of her eye. She holds her face in her hands, and her voice is soft and waxy. She is really cute and makes people want to kiss Fangze.

Ning Yan quickened his movements, and after finishing processing the current email, he turned off the laptop directly.

Seeing the man close the computer, Lan Xin wanted to get up and clear the table, but before he could move, he was pulled into his arms by the man, and both of them fell on the bed.

The girl exclaimed, and before she could say anything, her lips were sealed by the man.

Between the lips and the teeth, Ning Yan's hormonal aura enveloped the sky and overwhelmingly. When they separated again, a thin silver thread was pulled out and glowed with an ambiguous luster under the light.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, her small mouth was slightly opened, and her watery eyes were full of her own reflection, which made people want to love her deeply.

The man was about to cover him up again, but the girl pushed against his chest, with a three-point coquettish, three-point shyness, and four-point calmness, and said in a soft voice: "Don't make trouble, your injury is still not healed."

Ning Yan paused, and ravaged her red lips with a bit of reluctance, until the girl's eyes blurred before she reluctantly got up to pack the things on the bed.

After packing up the things, the man turned off the lights in the room and lay down again. His long arms passed through the back of her neck, and he held her in his arms. With the neon and moonlight flashing outside the window, his cool fingertips gently traced her. Exquisite eyebrows.

"Xinxin, it's been almost a month, I'm in good physical condition, I can do it."

After Ning Yan finished speaking, he buried his face in the hollow of her neck, and blew lightly into her ear.

The senses in the dark night were magnified to the extreme, Lan Xin trembled a little sensitively, her face hidden in the darkness quickly turned red, and the scorching breath in her ears made her a little hard to resist.

"Ning Yan..."

The girl's moaning voice drifted into the man's ear, and the man kissed her slender swan neck, and his voice became a bit hoarse: "Xinxin, I miss you..."

Lan Xin tried her best to keep a trace of clarity against his bewitchment, put her hands into his hair, held his face and said solemnly: "Ayan, no."

Hearing this, the man bit her cheek dissatisfied, buried his face in her neck, and hummed softly.

Since he couldn't eat it, the man stopped torturing himself, so he changed the subject and said, "Xinxin, let's have another wedding. Do you like a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding?"

Although Secretary Yang had ordered the wedding dress, he still learned to try to respect her opinion.

He wants to get married again?

This was Lan Xin's first thought. She was startled, and subconsciously turned to look at him, but because the night was too dark, she only saw his silhouette leaving an invisible shadow in the darkness.

Recalling the scene of the two people's wedding, Lan Xin can't remember it clearly, and just feels like a dusty thing in the past.

Years later, to make up for regrets?
Ning Yan didn't get a response for a long time, so he pecked her lips lightly, and uttered a syllable from his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

The rising ending sound is full of endless bewitchment, luring her.

Lan Xin pursed her lips, blinked her sour eyes, and had to admit that his proposal was very attractive, and she even thought about his question seriously.

She fantasized that she was wearing a wedding dress and dragging a long skirt, walking towards him in a straight suit, and when the priest asked, "Whether poor, rich, healthy, or sick, are you willing to never leave?", she smiled and said I would.

I also want to wear an antique Xiuhe suit and a bright red suit holding a wedding silk. The witnesses sang "marriage of two surnames, a contract at one place, a good relationship will last forever, and the same name should be matched".

However, as soon as he thought of him, he felt that these were not important.

"It's all good..."

The girl's voice was clear and shallow, but she had an undisguised longing.

When she raised her eyes, she met the man's shining eyes, which were too clear in the black night, and he held her palm-sized face in his precious and precious hands, and said with some anticipation: "Then do it all! "

"Xinxin, I'm sorry, I did not do well before and caused you too much grievance. In the future, I will learn to love you very much."

The man paused, his tone was sincere, and his voice was melodious.

"Yu Sheng, I hope you will train me well."

Lan Xin was moved for a moment, but felt that there were countless heartaches and grievances that could not be restrained.

She sniffed, turned over suddenly and pressed Ning Yan under her body, pounding his chest with a pair of pink fists, and said dissatisfiedly: "Can a word of sorry erase the hurt I have suffered? Then I have suffered so much What kind of?"

Due to his injury, she has been taking good care of him during this period of time, and she doesn't want to recall the pain in the past, but once touched, it is out of control.

Ning Yan felt that she didn't use much strength when she was angry, and her small movements deliberately avoided his wounds, and her heart felt soft.

"Xinxin, you will be whatever you say in the future, and you can do whatever you want, okay?"

The past damage has already been done, we cannot turn back the time, and there is too much powerlessness, all he can do is treat her well in the future, and give her a sense of security and belonging.

The girl seemed to be still puzzled, leaned over and gnawed hard on his shoulder until the taste of rust permeated her mouth before she let go.

Ning Yan let her vent his anger from beginning to end, his face remained unchanged, and there was even a little doting in his eyes.

She was willing to express her grievances, to complain, and to vent her anger on him, which was better than being calm all the time.

After all, the scars are there, and they are safe and sound when they are not touched, but they are bloody when they are touched, and if they are left alone, they will only rot and fester.

Ning Yan stretched out his hand to caress the corner of her eyes, feeling a little moisture. His heart stopped, and he gently pressed her head on the other shoulder, and said softly, "Would you like to take a bite from this side as well, to make it more symmetrical."

"Pfft."

Lan Xin couldn't help laughing out loud, and the original sad mood was washed away by him in an instant.

"Ning Yan, you said just now that I have the final say on what to do in the future?" Lan Xin's voice was clear and sweet.

"Well, let's start all over again, and we will listen to you in everything, Mrs. Ning." Ning Yan put her pale finger to her lips and kissed it, agreeing.

There was a flash of light in Lan Xin's eyes, and there was a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction in his voice, as well as hidden cunning: "Ning Yan, since you want to start over, you have to chase me, and then propose after I agree to be your girlfriend." , I will marry you when I agree to marry you!"

There is no perfunctory, no compromising, no cynicism, but only expectations and efforts for the future.

Ning Yan looked at Lan Xin who would act like a baby and feel wronged, but thought she was cute, lively and real, and he was attracted to her uncontrollably.

He couldn't help turning over and regaining the initiative, his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay, my wife."

This is the first time he called her that, and Lan Xin's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Heartfelt feeling.

It took Lan Xin a lot of effort to suppress the heart that was about to jump out of his chest, cleared his throat and deliberately corrected him: "Wrong, Mr. Ning, please call me Miss Lan now as a suitor."

She spoke in a serious manner, Ning Yan couldn't help smiling, chuckled twice, and said in a mellow and intoxicating voice, "Yes, I obey, my lord queen."

Lan Xin let out a cold snort from his nose when he heard the words, and said, "Slick tongue is not a thing."

Ning Yan has been trained and has very good eyesight, so she can see the airy look on her face at a glance, she is extremely cute and bright.

Ning Yan poked the itchy flesh on her body with vicious amusement, and asked with a smile, "Who are you talking about?"

Lan Xin might as well say that Ning Yan would do such a naive thing, shrunk for a while and then curled up slightly, but still raised his head and refused to show weakness: "It's you, it's just you... giggle... Ning Yan..."

She was punished by Ning Yan as soon as she said the words: "About me? Huh?"

Lan Xin resisted the physical itch, and didn't dare to move too much, for fear of touching his wound, tears came out of her whole body.

"I was wrong...I...I said I can do it myself...ah...haha..."

The girl's voice is as crisp as a silver bell, echoing in the silent ward, entangled in Ning Yan's heart, accumulating and fermenting, and producing countless happiness, filled with endless sweetness, flowing through the heart and flowing into every blood vessel in the body nerve.

In love, the warmest thing is when two people are having trouble together, with smiles in each other's eyes.