Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

Jiang Yun lay on the bed and frowned at him: "We know each other?"

We know each other?

Those four words without emotion pierced deeply into the man's heart like cold blades.

There was a dense pain in the heart, as if being pulled tightly by a pair of invisible big hands, and it was difficult to breathe.

He stared at Jiang Yun, breathing tremblingly, and his black pupils were still bloodshot from exhaustion.

Staring at her almost beggingly: "I'm Shang Yan."

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to introduce himself so that she could think of him.

He wasn't sure if she didn't remember him at all, or if she skipped the memory of him.

His lips trembled for a long time, but Shang Yan couldn't say "You are my new wife".

Jiang Yun put her hands on the pillow, leaned sideways on her palms, and just stared at him.

"Shang Yan?" Her gaze lingered on his pale handsome face, and when she met his beseeching eyes, she lowered her eyes.

"We've met, haven't we?"

Her every word can easily stir up turmoil in Shang Yan's heart.

Shang Yan sat up straight, trying to calm down so as not to scare her: "Can you remember?"

Staring closely at the girl's thoughtful eyes, Shang Yan wanted to get closer, but was afraid that his sudden approach would disturb her thoughts.

He could only stiffen his back and stare at her impatiently.

Jiang Yun didn't speak.

Out of the corner of an eye, it fell on the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"You're married." Her tone seemed a little disappointed.

The black and white eyes fell on the man's cold and handsome face again, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shang Yan followed her gaze to the ring on his hand, was silent for a moment, and smiled wryly: "I just got married not long ago."

"What a coincidence." Jiang Yun stretched out her left hand and shook it at him: "I'm married too."

Shang Yan raised his eyes suddenly, but saw her smiling brightly, but she didn't look into his eyes.

Instead, he stared at his Adam's apple, and asked curiously like a chat between friends: "You must love your wife very much."

Shang Yan chuckled, "Probably."

"Should?" Jiang Yun couldn't sit still, a murderous look flashed in her eyes.

Soon he calmed down again: "The answer is nothing more than love or not, why is there a third answer?"

Shang Yan's thoughts were wandering, and he didn't notice her gnashing of teeth.

Tell the truth: "I love her, but I didn't protect her and let her get hurt on the honeymoon."

"Probably not worthy of loving her."

Having said that, Shang Yan shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were moist under his drooping eyelids.

He just stood his back stiffly, bowed his head beside Jiang Yun's bed, and remained motionless.

The whole person is indescribably decadent.

As if after centuries of exhaustion, his face was much thinner than before.

The outline of the lower jaw became sharper, but the domineering and dignified look of the past could not be seen.

King in trouble.

This is Jiang Yun's only thought at this moment.

With a sore throat, Jiang Yun touched her wedding ring unconsciously.

Chatting naturally and calmly: "Then, do you want to hear my story?"

Shang Yan raised his head slowly and met her clear eyes.

With a thought, he nodded.

"I've just been married."

"My husband should be a businessman. Before I met him, I heard rumors about him."

"It is said that he is a noble and arrogant master who kills cold and cruel."

Jiang Yun seems to be seriously recalling:

"Businessmen value profits and calculate actuarial calculations. To be honest, this kind of person is actually completely contrary to my mate selection criteria."

"But after getting in touch, I found that the rumor was wrong."

"He is a businessman, and a businessman values ​​profit, but he also values ​​love."

"There is a six-year age gap between us. At first, I felt that he stood in the position of a superior and treated me like a child."

"Later, I found out that he looked at me differently, always with a tenderness and profoundness that made people blush and heartbeat."

"I don't know when, as long as there is a place where he appears, I will subconsciously look for him."

"Later, just hearing his name, my heart would tremble."

"I'm a soldier and he's a businessman."

"I love my country, and he guards it in his own way."

Jiang Yun looked at the unpredictable expression in Shang Yan's eyes, her tone was still calm, as if talking with an old friend.

"I'm quite strong, but for him, I always subconsciously rely on trust."

"He protected me very well, gave me enough respect, gave me absolute freedom, and gave me all the love."

"But I'm a little selfish." Speaking of this, the person lying on the bed was already a little choked up.

"I promised him to be together forever, but not long ago, I missed the appointment."

"I put myself in danger in front of him. The moment I fell, I saw the despair deep in his pupils."

"I regret it..." The person on the bed had already burst into tears, staring at the man in front of him with aggrieved eyes: "As a soldier, I will not let anyone down."

"Only for him, he doesn't owe me anything, but I make him fearful."

Jiang Yun stared at Shang Yan's eyes full of uncertainty, and the moment tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, the color in his eyes gradually became firm and warm: "Because of an accident in his childhood, he is always used to being alone."

"But I don't want him alone."

"I want to be by his side and love him like he loves me."

Her chest rose and fell, and she suddenly raised her hand to grab Shang Yan's hand wearing a wedding ring, her voice hoarse: "Can you get closer to me?"

The girl's warm body temperature came from the hand, and Shang Yan's blood almost froze.

He raised his eyes suddenly, and looked into her eyes with surprise and joy.

But her eyes were still clear and calm, without any extra warmth and affection.

Shang Yan, who has always been strategizing, really can't tell whether she recognizes him or not at this moment.

She was clearly anxious about their details, but her eyes were calm as if, she only remembered their stories, but she didn't remember him.

The hope ignited in his heart was gradually extinguished. Facing her request, he could not refuse after all.

Slightly nodding his head, Shang Yan supported the side of the bed, stood up and approached cautiously.

But with a bit of restraint, it stopped at a polite social distance.

Jiang Yun stared at his face for a while, then said again: "Can you get closer?"

She was a little embarrassed and said: "My head is injured, so I can't see things clearly."

Shang Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he took another step forward while bending down in front of her.

However, it is not enough.

"A little closer."

Jiang Yun smiled lightly, her eyes were clear and bright.

A frown and a smile trembled Shang Yan's heart.

He pursed his lips, stepped forward to cling to the side of the bed, then bent down, and gradually narrowed the distance between the two.

In the quiet ward, as the man approached, each other's breathing gradually intertwined.

Seeing the girl's face so close at hand, Shang Yan's heartbeat lost its rhythm uncontrollably.

Just when he was about to back away, a cunning flash appeared in Jiang Yun's eyes.

The next second, she suddenly reached out and hooked his neck, completely cleared the little distance between the two of them, raised her head and kissed his cool lips.

Breathing collided, Shang Yan froze in place.

Jiang Yun's hand protruded from his neck into his chest lightly and familiarly, accompanied by the sound of the buttons of the hospital gown being cracked.

The girl on the bed bypassed the delicate muscles in the man's waist and abdomen, and pulled him onto her body.

As his weight came down, the remaining gap between the two of them was filled.

Shang Yan is like being in ice and fire.

After a short moment of astonishment, there was a surge of joy.

"Yunyun?" He called out uncertainly, staring closely at her wet eyes.

Jiang Yun's breathing was a little messy, and her smile was like a flower: "Shang Yan, let's have a baby."

She raised her head and bit his ear.

Lick his sensitive spot.

Skillfully stir up the fire in his body.

Like a moth determined to jump into a flame.

Passionate and courageous, desperate in love, crazy and turbulent.