Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

My heart was severely burned.

Zou Zhiyi's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, like a butterfly resting on the eyes, naturally timid, and frantically flapped its wings after being frightened.

Is there something wrong with Yanzhou being locked up?
I have never heard of any disease that would cause a surge of hormones after being stimulated.

A strand of hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering his forehead, Yanzhou's face looked softer than usual, much less aggressive, and looked like a college student who was still studying.

Zou Zhiyi felt vaguely familiar, as if he had seen Yanzhou dressed like this before.

But it shouldn't.

She and Yanzhou have never known each other before, if it wasn't for the succession, if it wasn't for that night of absurdity, people in her and Yanzhou's two completely different worlds live in parallel, and it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to meet together .

She thought it was probably just an illusion.

"The photo album is for you. There are a lot of blank pages in the back. There will be a long time to come. I will help Mrs. Yan to fill this photo album in the future."

Zou Zhiyi pinched the side of the camera and did not move.

Yan Zhou withdrew the hand that was holding his arm.Sitting back on the chair, showing some tired and tired face, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. He didn't rest all night, and recalled some bad memories. Now he has a severe headache.

After handing over the photo album to Zou Zhiyi, he was planning to rest alone in the study for a while, but Zou Zhiyi suddenly said, "Why didn't you ask me what happened last night?"

It was too quiet in the study. After the sound fell, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the temperature in the study dropped several degrees.

Yanzhou's black eyes froze, and he looked up at her. The standard red phoenix eyes were slightly raised at the end of the eyes, which had a sharp meaning for no reason.

The air flow slowed down, and there was a strange atmosphere between the two people that could not be detected by the naked eye, but was clearly known.

"That's the end of this matter. I won't pursue what happened last night. It's just an accident. I don't want to hear you discuss this matter with me again, huh?"

The voice is very soft.

That's what he said, but Zou Zhiyi guessed that it wasn't the case at all. He didn't want to hear about it again, because he was afraid that she would see something wrong from his previous behavior.

He is sick.

Of course, this is not a curse word, but a fact.

He was afraid that she would know that he was sick.

Once a person stands in a high position, there will be countless pairs of eyes staring at his every move, and many seemingly insignificant things are not just his personal affairs.

Even if you have a common cold and a fever, you can make a big noise.

That's why no matter how bad her relationship with Yanzhou is, Yanzhou will act like a good husband in front of others.

Even if it is a forgery, it is necessary to forge the illusion of harmony between their husband and wife.

The big boss of the Yan Group, his name sounds really good, but if he wants to wear the crown, he must bear the weight. No one in this world can live a life that is really easy, and Yan Zhou also has his own sadness behind it.

Zou Zhiyi thought about these things, and repeatedly touched the hard case of the photo album.

The photo album made by Mr. Yan himself has the same style as his own, and it is neat and not fancy.

Very textured black cover, no extra patterns, only a sentence printed in the center, in L Mandarin, a subtle love sentence, which translates to "When you smile, there are stars in your eyes."

The person on the opposite side who didn't know whether it was Ming Sao or Men Sao changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and said to her, "Mrs. Yan, I'm hungry and want to drink your soup."