It's so hard to propose

Song Nanyan knew that she had mental illnesses since five years ago, but as long as she took medicine, she could control them very well, and no one would find out, and no one would know her secret.

Until meeting Jiang Yan again, those memories buried in the deepest part of her mind would come out from time to time to stimulate her nerves. She couldn't stand Jiang Yan having other women around her, but she couldn't accept herself being with Jiang Yan , neither of which, the love and hate in her heart were intertwined, constantly pulling her nerves.

When Song Yubai gave her the new medicine, she swallowed one pill, which would ensure her emotional stability and complete the show of the Shengshi Dynasty, but she didn't want to see the same scene as in five years before her eyes.

The naked body, the constantly flickering spotlights, the mocking, sarcastic, pathetic, shamed faces.

All of them can drag her into hell in an instant.

But Song Nanyan didn't expect that Jiang Yan would show up, let alone that he would take her away recklessly. When she woke up again in a daze of consciousness, the man's always incomparably handsome face was haggard because of guarding her every night.

Song Nanyan didn't know how to face Jiang Yan for a while, so he simply remained silent, day and night, over and over again, constantly criss-crossing in front of his eyes, until today's condition really improved.

Jiang Yan guarded her for the fourth day.

She slowly opened her eyes, the messy past was no longer in her mind, what came into view was a strange yet familiar room, she was stunned for a moment before remembering that this was the wedding room that Jiang Yan had promised her.

Suddenly at a loss, she stretched out her hand to reach for the water glass on the bedside table, but she didn't want to drop it to the ground, shattering the glass shards all over the floor.

Song Nanyan jumped out of bed in a hurry, and then Jiang Yan, who was more nervous than her, quickly appeared and quickly cleaned up the garbage on the ground, and then hugged her onto the sofa.

After a long silence, Song Nanyan pinched the hem of his too short shirt and asked, "I, are my clothes dry?"

She remembered that he was the one who washed her clothes, there were no other servants in the entire Lanting Pavilion, and occasionally bodyguards came to deliver things, other than that, few people came in and out of Lanting Pavilion.

She woke up from a big dream last night, sweating all over.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing by his side. His handsome eyebrows and deep eye sockets were black and blue. Time seemed to return to the time when he was in love with him. She was hurt to death by her aunt, and he was watching scenario.

A trace of distress flashed in Song Nanyan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to touch that face, but quickly withdrew his hand when he was about to touch it.

Jiang Yan frowned and looked at her without saying a word. Seeing the sweat dripping from her forehead, she said in a soft voice,

"Are you still sweating and can't sleep?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere changed, and every bit of the past appeared in front of her eyes. In the past, every time after the incident, she would soften her body and beg him to hug her to take a shower before going to sleep. She was coquettish and cute, and he pampered her again. , Every time I consciously hug her to wash up.

In an instant, both of them seemed to remember the past, Song Nanyan blushed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Where is the bathroom?"

The corner of the man's lips curled up, pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and then put a pair of slippers under her feet, "Remember to wear shoes."

Song Nanyan put on her shoes silently, then stopped talking and went into the bathroom.

It was only after she took a shower that she remembered that she hadn't changed at all, and the time passed, wrapped in a bath towel, looking down at her smooth legs and toes.

What is she and him?

Song Nanyan thought blankly.

While she was in a daze, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and a man's pleasant voice came in, "Did you not change your clothes?"

Song Nanyan frowned, why did he feel that there was a hint of gloating in this man's tone?
She murmured, "Yeah."

Then just when I was about to say, "Can you call the bodyguard to deliver a set, or I can call the assistant to deliver it", the bathroom door was knocked again, followed by his voice, "I will pass you the clothes. "

Then the push-pull bathroom door was pushed open a little, and the man's slender arms handed over a white shirt. Song Nanyan took it with a blushing face, and said thank you in a low voice, but the figure of the man outside the door did not move.

Song Nanyan opened the clothes, only to realize that it was his shirt, and she blushed to the point where she couldn't get any redder. Isn't this his clothes?
"There are no women's clothes in the house, so you make do with it for now."

"Can the bodyguards deliver it for me?" She whispered.

The man's voice was always frivolous, "The bodyguards are all off work, so we can't send them off."

Song Nanyan, "."

So she could only put it on for the time being, and she folded the dirty clothes and held them. After thinking about it, she mustered up the courage to push open the door.

A man with a height of 1.8 meters was standing on the balcony with a mobile phone to make a phone call. The sunlight outside the window was just right, casting small pieces of light on the man's side face. He put it in his pocket with one hand and looked back at her.

He has a handsome face, evil peach blossom eyes, and deep eyes.

Song Nanyan accurately heard the sound of her heart beating half a beat, she hurriedly looked away and didn't move for a while.

Jiang Yan hung up the phone, and his eyes fell on Song Nanyan.

Under the shirt are slender and straight legs, with a vaguely sultry spring color, the man's eyes are deep, and there is a wicked smile on the corner of his lips.

He didn't think he was a gentleman, otherwise he wouldn't have lied to her that there were no clothes of hers in the room, but in fact, the wardrobe in the master bedroom was full of new styles of the season in various styles in her size.

Every year and every quarter, he would let people buy the new season's new clothes to fill the wardrobe, year after year, just waiting for her to come back.

Now that she finally moved in, he deliberately lied to her maliciously.

The man raised the corners of his lips, not only did not feel that he was scheming, but strode towards her, lowered his head and approached her,

"Nan Yan, are you seducing me?"

"I do not have!"

Sure enough, the little woman in front of her raised her head instantly, and refuted him stiffly.

"Then what are you doing standing here with bare legs?" After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on her unscrupulously. From her angle, the white shirt was faintly visible and attractive.

Song Nanyan held the clothes, "I just want to ask if there is a washing machine, I want to wash the clothes."

She turned her eyes away from the man's.

Jiang Yan took the clothes from her hand, "Just give it to me."

Then he didn't tease her again, and went straight out.

Song Nanyan stood there for a moment, thinking that Jiang Yan had given the clothes to the servants, so he didn't care. Then he felt that this was really wrong, so he turned around and fled into the bedroom where he had been sleeping for the past few days.

It was today when he woke up, and his shirt was still on his body, which couldn't hide the spring light under his legs.

Somewhat cramped, dazed and overwhelmed.

This man held her legs in such a grand manner to examine her, his rough fingertips passed over her ankles and along her slender calves, causing her to feel numb.

So torturous.

Song Nanyan finally couldn't take it anymore, and took his legs off his knees, "I wasn't scratched."

"Well, I've checked everything, and there's no scratches." The man's tone was serious, and Song Nanyan wondered if he had guessed what he was thinking.

Then I heard the man say, "The clothes are not dry yet, you can wear this for now."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on her smooth legs unceremoniously, Song Nanyan took two steps back awkwardly, curling her white toes together.

Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was instantly ambiguous, and the air became thinner.

Jiang Yan suddenly walked towards her, and Song Nanyan backed away in a panic. Before the man touched him, the doorbell rang suddenly, and Song Nanyan quickly said as if he was saved, "Someone is ringing the doorbell!"

The man reached out to her and lowered his hand, unable to hear the voice, "I know."

Then strode to open the door, and the subordinates sent blankets covering the entire villa,
"Boss, do you want to shop now?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded, and was about to get up and get out of the way. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little woman standing there stupidly not far away, and then quickly closed the door with a "snap" before his subordinates came in.

Many inexplicable subordinates, "."

Song Nanyan on the other side saw the man walking towards him quickly, and was startled, "Jiang Yan, what are you doing?"

The man didn't speak, he just picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, then he threw her on the bed in a whirl, and then covered her body with a soft quilt, covering her whole body with only her head exposed.

After doing all this, Jiang Yan stood up and said, "Someone is coming to install the carpet outside, so stay inside and don't come out."

Song Nanyan, "."

She stared at him with wide eyes.

Jiang Yan looked away, "I don't like being seen by others in my woman's disheveled appearance, so I wrong you to hide for a while."

Song Nanyan, "."

Jiang Yan stopped looking at her. After walking out, he opened the door again, and his subordinates began to install the carpet in an orderly manner. Two of them walked to the door of the master bedroom, "Boss, do you want to install it here?"

Jiang Yan stood where he was, with his brows slightly raised. That little woman likes walking around without shoes, and she doesn't like it in the bedroom. The old man saw her.

So Jiang Yan said, "I will decorate the bedroom myself."

Several of the subordinates are people who have been with Jiang Yan for a long time, and occasionally the bold ones will joke with each other, "Our boss doesn't know how to hide his beauty in a golden house, so he doesn't want to be seen by us?"

Song Nanyan, who was lying inside the door, stopped when he was about to sit up, and then pricked up his ears to continue listening to the movement outside.

The man's usual frivolous tone came in,
"Yes, there are indeed. Where can I show you."

Then came the cheers of a group of men,
"Damn!!! Is our boss finally going to have sex? Five years ago, after Miss Song left, the boss seemed to have withered. This time he finally has a woman?"

Then there was a crackling begging for mercy,
"Boss, hit me lightly, we are happy for you! I thought you were going to hang yourself on the tree of Miss Song for the rest of your life!"