Han Yuzhi, you say obsession

"Just like what you said," according to An Xiuen, Quan Zhilong's current smile is truly weird, it is obviously a bright and innocent smile, but his eyes are full of desperate stubbornness and coldness.

"I am indeed a selfish coward. But, what should I do, Xiu En, I can't change it." He smiled helplessly, his expression was as natural as a normal chat, "Quan Zhilong's love has never been selfless and noble. Yes, the dogma I believe in is that only if I get it, it is mine. Anything that goes with the flow is an excuse for the weak, and the end result is nothing but a hit and miss. I can't bear this."

"Even if you hate me, Xiu En, as long as you are by my side, I have reason to be happy."

"So, let's get married."

An Xiuen listened to him quietly, expressionless: "This is your purpose?" She tilted her head funny, "Don't you know that even if you are married, you can get a divorce?"

"I know," Quan Zhilong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "When the time comes, it will just be one more time, Xiu En, I have never planned to let you go in my life."

She was annoyed, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to be fooled a second time?" Given her another chance to choose, let alone drink tea, she would not even breathe air in the same space as him.

"Do you think I will use the same method again?" Quan Zhilong raised his eyebrows proudly, "Xiu En, in this respect, you are no match for me."

That's right, nothing compares to your insidious, cunning and tricky tricks, so shameless! !

An Xiuen rolled her eyes in her heart speechlessly, and said with a sneer, "Then what if I don't agree?"

Quan Zhilong raised a calm smile indifferently: "I heard that Xiu En is in charge of a part of Givenchy in the Paris fashion show? Is it September or October?"

An Xiuen's face turned cold: "You threatened me."

"No, I'm reminding you." Quan Zhilong smiled innocently.He got up and took out a stack of papers from the bag on the chair at the other end of the room, walked over slowly and handed it to An Xiuen, "So, Xiuen should think about it carefully."

She opened it and saw that it was a detailed and complete marriage registration form, with all the blanks filled in, and even her part of the information was filled in, leaving only one signature.

With a sneer: "Your preparations are really not ordinary enough."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ignoring the sarcasm in her words, Quan Zhilong smiled and handed her a pen.

"But I'm sorry," An Xiuen casually threw the paper aside, and raised her head almost provocatively, "I'm not going to sign it."

Quan Zhilong's smile remained unchanged, and when he met her blazing eyes, he looked back calmly: "You will always sign."

"Are you so sure that I can't get out here? You know, Quan Zhilong, you can't stay here and watch me all the time." An Xiuen asked with raised eyebrows.

Quan Zhilong pursed his lips and smiled, undeniably, sitting beside her, with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "I changed the lock, the current lock can't be opened from the inside at all."

He showed an interested smile: "If you insist on walking through the window regardless of the height of the 8th floor, I have no objection, but can you call me before jumping? I can come back and dance with you."

"Get out!" An Xiuen directly picked up the pillow at the back and threw it on his face, glared at him fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "Who is in the mood to accompany you crazy! Quan Zhilong, you are restricting my personal freedom , I don’t think fair police officers in the Republic of Korea will not protect my basic interests just because you are an idol?!”

"Of course not." Quan Zhilong caught the pillow, put it on the back of his head and lay down on the bed, turned his head and looked at her with a smile, "but the premise is that you have to contact them, Xiuen."

She pursed her lips tightly, wanted to refute but couldn't find any reason, and sighed helplessly: "Zhilong, stop making trouble, you don't want to make things serious."

Quan Zhilong's smile froze, and he turned over handsomely to meet An Xiuen's complex eyes. With a chuckle, he approached her, stretched out his hand to brush her rosy cheeks that were slowly recovering from anger, and let out a soft breath: "Sign it!" , Xiuen."

"As long as you sign, I'll book a ticket for you right away." He said in a low voice, a little seductive, "I promise."

An Xiuen raised her eyes and looked straight at him. Due to the distance and angle between the two of them, she could only see the deep black in his eyes.

I couldn't help laughing at myself: "What do you think of me?"

"Like it if you want to like it, watch it if you want to watch it, pass it out if you want to faint, and imprison it if you want to imprison it. It's even better now, just force me to marry." Injured, the clear eyes reflect a faint accusation, "Quan Zhilong, do you treat me as a girlfriend?!"

"Or... just like you said, I'm just a tool you use to make up for the little regret you had when you were young."

"I've never said that!" Seeing the sadness in her eyes, Quan Zhilong lost his composure instantly. He frantically tried to appease her but was afraid of making her sadder. He put his hands on his lips and kissed, and said seriously: "I know that I made a mistake and made you uncomfortable, but you can't deny my love for you just because of this."

"Love?" An Xiuen sneered and pulled her hand back, "Your love is persecution? Then I have to say, Quan Zhilong Xi, I really admire your outlook on life."

Seeing that Quan Zhilong frowned and wanted to explain something, An Xiuen rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and said lightly: "I'm tired." She shrank back into the quilt, closed her eyes, and didn't want to say a word anymore talk.

Quan Zhilong looked helplessly at her sleeping appearance, and brushed the broken hair on her face back behind her ears with his hands, revealing clear and beautiful facial features.

"I'm sorry, Xiuen." He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Quan Zhilong is used to saying "thank you", but he rarely says "sorry". He has a kind of persistence to himself, not ego, but self-confidence.

However, this time, he knew that he had indeed done something wrong, but did he really want to ask him if he regretted it?The answer is still no.His domineering selfishness, when traced to the bottom, is nothing but the deepest love.His love is different from others. From a very young age, Quan Zhilong knew that there is no Santa Claus in the world. If you want something, you must fight for it yourself, otherwise this cruel reality will leave you with nothing.

So, even if he said a hundred useless "sorry", he couldn't breathe because of the guilt and reluctance in his heart, and he couldn't compromise on An Xiuen's matter, even if the object was Xiuen herself.

In the next two days, Quan Zhilong spent all his time at home except for work.Even when his solo mini-album was about to be released, he rushed back to have dinner with Ahn Soo Eun in time for dinner, and even if he went back to work until midnight after eating, he never missed a single occasion.

Most of the time when he is free, he likes to simply watch TV with his arms around An Xiuen, or talk about some interesting things that happened in his life before and now, or talk about what inspirations he got in music.Although she remained expressionless and silent most of the time, it didn't seem to affect his enthusiasm at all.It is rumored that G-Dragon, who is cold and difficult to get along with, has almost become a chatterbox in front of her. He can find various topics to chat with her for hours just sitting down without feeling bored.

An Xiuen sometimes feels conflicted.She likes Quan Zhilong, there is no doubt about it.No matter how much she hated what he did, "love" can't be stopped if she wants to.However, whether it was his self-assertive surveillance or overbearing and forceful persecution, they all seriously challenged her bottom line of tolerance.In the past two days, watching him laughing and playing in front of me as if nothing had happened, even though she was indifferent and unresponsive, he still flattered her as always, without any sign of impatience, and never even mentioned the topic of marriage .After a long time, she even felt that her behavior was like an awkward little girl, while Quan Zhilong became the careful and tolerant side.

I have to say, this feeling is really overwhelming!

On the third day, just when An Xiuen's endurance was reaching its limit, Quan Zhilong asked her to leave the room for the first time.For a moment, she thought there was something wrong with her ears.

"You, what did you say?" An Xiuen asked dumbfounded. She realized that her thoughts had really derailed from the world recently. Look, it's only been a few days, and she has said this sentence several times!

However, she looked at the sun outside, she was actually dreaming in the morning, right? !

"Let's go!" Quan Zhilong smiled and took her hand and walked outside.

An Xiu En walked out behind him in a daze, got into the car and didn't react until Quan Zhilong gave her a pair of sunglasses.She pursed her lips and looked at him wonderingly: "What do you want to do this time?"

Quan Zhilong blinked mysteriously: "Take it, I will surprise you later."

Even though he was very depressed, An Xiuen thought that he would not sell himself.After listening to his words, she obediently put on her sunglasses, and turned her head to look out the window.

Because Kwon's Bentley is so eye-catching, he secretly owns a Jaguar XJ in understated black.The glass on the window is specially treated, and under normal light, the inside cannot be seen at all from the outside.Therefore, she watched the scenery outside without any scruples.Even if she is used to being quiet, she won't be eager for excitement after a few days of silence, but now the awkward atmosphere between the two of them really needs her to find something to distract her attention.

Not only her, but also Quan Zhilong, who was very active these days, quieted down, as if he had put all his attention on the steering wheel in front of him.

As the car slowly slowed down, An Xiuen suddenly felt that something was wrong around her. She frowned, glanced out of the window, opened her eyes suddenly, and cried out in surprise: "Incheon Airport?!"

Turning his head to look at Quan Zhilong in disbelief, he took out a bag from behind and handed it to An Xiuen, with a big smile on his face wearing sunglasses: "Hey, Xiuen, what a pity, I have to personally see you off."

"The air ticket and passport are in the bag." He frowned and paused pretending to think, "Today is exactly the seventh day you came back, right?"One week. "

An Xiuen looked at him complicatedly, and didn't know how to react for a while.She simply lowered her head to look at the bag he gave her, everything she brought with her back then.

"Will you let me go?" She looked at him suspiciously.

Quan Zhilong stretched out his index finger and shook it, and said slyly: "No!" He touched An Xiuen's hair with a smile, and there was a bit of pampering in his smile: "We Xiuen, don't we really miss it?" Do you want to become the world's top fashion designer? There is no way, I can't let myself become a stumbling block~ Let's go! Xiuen, Fighting!"

An Xiuen got out of the car with a dazed expression. The moment she walked into the airport, she subconsciously headed back home. The Jaguar XJ was still parked there, but because of the window, she couldn't see the person in the driver's seat clearly. expression.

The phone in the bag vibrated suddenly, An Xiuen took it out, and all the missed calls and messages in the past few days were displayed on the screen, and the top one was the message sent by Quan Zhilong just now.

[Xiu En, I also put that registration form in my bag, please sign it when you have nothing to do, there will be a prize~ Bon voyage! PS: Call me when you get off the plane~ Zhilong who loves you (╯3╰)]

Trying to resist the urge to twitch the corner of her mouth, An Xiuen threw the phone back into the bag with a snap, and walked inside.

And Quan Zhilong, who was still in the car, leaned on the window sill with one hand, watched An Xiuen walk into the airport, then took off his sunglasses, rubbed his brows tiredly, but the corner of his mouth raised an incongruous joy smile.

In fact, from the very beginning, he didn't intend to completely imprison An Xiuen, otherwise, the place he chose would not be his own bedroom.The purpose of what he did this time, on the one hand, was to give himself a chance to show his strong love and possessiveness towards her, and on the other hand, it was also to give An Xiuen a chance to get to know the real Quan Zhilong.

More importantly, he wanted to test her bottom line.

Quan Zhilong has always been at a disadvantage in front of An Xiuen, he carefully hides his other side, always fearing that one day An Xiuen will find such a person behind the sun.This kind of life is too false.

Sometimes, the so-called perfection is just a layer of dark skin hidden underneath. Although he is a perfectionist, he never avoids this problem.

So, this is a good opportunity, isn't it?He can release his other self little by little, regardless of whether Xiu En can accept it.He even thought that if An Xiuen said that he wanted to leave him, even if it was just a shrinking and scared expression, he would lock her up desperately and use all means to keep her by his side.

Fortunately, Ahn Soo Eun did not ignite the trigger that made Quan Zhilong completely crazy.

It's just a pity, Quan Zhilong tilted his head and looked at his palm, with a look of regret in his eyes: still failed to get Xiu En to sign the marriage registration form.

That's all, the future is long.

Quan Zhilong raised a meaningful smile, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, we will meet again soon, Xiu En."

The mobile phone on the front of the car suddenly remembered, he frowned, and reached out to pick up the phone: "Hello."

"...Mr. Sidney did arrive in Paris three days ago." A faint voice came from the microphone.

Quan Zhilong raised his eyebrows and replied, "Oh, that's good."

He put down his phone, glanced at the direction of the airport again, turned the steering wheel and drove away.

The current Quan Zhilong is not the reckless and impulsive child he used to be. To deal with rivals in love, you can't just rely on violence. Intelligence is the key.

Especially... the so-called Sidney who was fooled back to Paris by a phone call.

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