The number one new wife order: CEO Husband, you are on top

The translated content is——

Cover my eyes and I can still see you.

Cover my ears, I can still hear you.

Without my feet, I can still walk towards you.

Without my lips, I can still call you. ,

Break my arm, I can still use my heart instead of hands to embrace your shadow.

Take my heart out and my mind still beats.

Even if my mind and thoughts are energized, I can still float everything about you with the blood in my whole body.

……

An Hao held her chin and looked at the beautiful photo of Rong Xue turning her head back for a moment, looking at the postcard of the English version of the love poem excerpted by herself, and then examining the scanned email, and finally noticed this Handwritten time noted below.

In May 201X, in New York, USA.

This is the photo and the poem that Rong Xue pasted on the postcard a year and a half ago, but what does it mean to scan it and send it to Zuo Hancheng?

Anhao inexplicably had a bold idea. He closed the email and searched for Zuo Hancheng's mailbox. He saw that there were only simple correspondence between him and the company's subordinates in his mailbox. Of course, important letters would not be in this private mailbox. .

However, there were more than 100 letters in the trash recycle bin of his mailbox.

Anhao blinked, opened the trash bin of the mailbox, and instantly saw more than 100 emails from Rong Xue, one every week, and all of them were unread emails, Zuo Hancheng didn't read any of them.

Strange, isn't it tiring to delete so many emails one by one?

After careful review, An Hao raised her eyebrows.

It turned out that Rong Xue's e-mail address had already been rejected, but this e-mail has a humanized function, and all the e-mails from her were transferred to the recycle bin.

Zuo Hancheng didn't read so many emails, and even rejected Rong Xue's emails. These more than 100 emails, one a week, proved that Rong Xue had been trying to contact Zuo Hancheng two years ago.

In the end, Zuo Hancheng coldly threw him into the rejection column, so many emails, he didn't even read a single one!

How did Rong Xue offend Zuo Hancheng?It turns out that once a man becomes unfeeling, it's so scary.

An Hao saw that the email she opened just now went straight into the trash recycle bin, so she simply ignored it, and didn't bother to click on other unread emails about Rong Xue.

Although she was quite curious, she could see Rong Xue's persistence in the past two years and her determination to re-enter Zuo Hancheng's life in a trickle way just by reading one letter.

So, there is no need to look any further.

If you watch too much, I'm afraid it will be a needle's eye. After all, it's disgusting to always use your own beautiful photos as illustrations.

……

"Ah! Cover my eyes, I can still see you. Cover my ears, I can still hear you~"

"Ah~ break my arm, I can still use my heart instead of hands to embrace your shadow. Take off my heart, my thoughts are still beating~"

In the afternoon, Anhao was very diligent in cleaning up with a mop, but she kept reciting poems with an exaggerated expression on her face.

Zuo Hancheng frowned, he couldn't read the letter in his hand after being harassed by her, and glanced at her lightly: "What's the wind?"

Seeing that he didn't understand the mystery of the poem at all, Anhao stopped wiping the floor, clasped her hands on the mop, put her chin on her hands, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you interested in these foreign students? Are you interested in poetry?"

Zuo Hancheng frowned again, staring at her with crazy eyes: "Not interested."

"Really not interested?" Anhao grinned.

Zuo Hancheng obviously didn't want to continue with her idiotic topic, so he lowered his eyes and continued to read the letter in his hand.

"Then what are you interested in?"

"What? I just found out that your husband is good now, and I'm not willing to pass it on to others. Is he trying to please me?" Zuo Hancheng squinted at her as if he saw through her at a glance.

Anhao is embarrassing, he really guessed half of it right.

But obviously the poems from afar that Rong Xue sent him in the past two years were completely ignored by him.

That's okay, if her husband is really interested in those things that are so sour that his teeth are about to fall down, her admiration for Zuo Hancheng like the waves of the river may be greatly reduced.

"Yeah, for the sake of you being an injured patient, I can make you happy occasionally, so why not do what you like? Tell me, what are you interested in?"

An Hao looked at him excitedly while talking.

Zuo Hancheng looked at the letter without raising his head, his voice was clear and cold: "You."

An Hao leaned on the mop and almost staggered and fell down with the mop.

She hurriedly stabilized the mop, and then raised her eyes to see Zuo Hancheng's calm attitude: "I'm serious with you! What are you interested in!"

Why is this girl so obsessive this afternoon?

Zuo Hancheng raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, and saw that her eyes didn't look like she was messing around, but she was actually a bit serious.

He put down the letter in his hand: "Come here."

An Hao immediately took a step back and looked at him warily.

Every time he said those two words, nothing good happened.

Seeing her retreat, Zuo Hancheng smiled intriguingly: "Didn't you want to know where my interests are? Come here."

"No!" An Hao held up the mop.

"Don't make trouble, put down the mop and come and sit." Zuo Hancheng's voice was soft as hell.

Seeing that his eyes seemed serious, Anhao hesitated for a moment before putting the mop aside, and then hesitated again before walking towards him.

Zuo Hancheng motioned for her to sit down, and she sat directly beside him.

She was about to move away a little, but the man beside her had already embraced her shoulders, and at the same time pressed her into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her hairline: "I never heard that what you can't get is always the most precious thing." Okay? You are as irresistible as a rabbit, I can no longer describe you with simple interest."

"How would you describe it?" Anhao was puzzled, but she leaned in his arms enjoying herself.

Zuo Hancheng smiled, and when she raised her head to look at him, she bowed her head and pressed a kiss on her slightly parted lips, and said slowly in a deep voice with dark eyes: "It's... desire."

Anhao raised her hand and slapped away his hand that had already crawled up to her chest with malicious intentions.

"Shameless!"

Zuo Hancheng didn't have the self-consciousness of a shameless person at all, he just smiled and pinched her chest twice. This purely teasing action made An Hao back up in shock: "Dirty!"

Zuo Hancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled meaningfully: "This kind of rare and leisurely life can only be rested, it is really torture."

After understanding the hidden meaning in his words, Anhao jumped from the sofa to the side, picked up the mop again, turned around and ran away.