The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

Because that's where all the warmth he has had since his parents passed away, and it's also the motivation that supported him to live when he led Han Jingyun to live a difficult life.

Zhou Yunshen's heart moved, and his hands accelerated the speed of peeling off his clothes, quickly wrapping the two of them in the quilt, skin to skin, hot like a branding iron.

Like a wave sweeping across the entire room, only the lingering sound like a merman singing is left.

Zhou Yunshen stopped in the midst of confusion, holding Han Yi's face, like a child eagerly looking for light, "Han Yi, tell me, have you ever thought about meeting me after so many years? Have you looked forward to it?" Meet me again, looking forward to meeting me at some point?"

The heavy voice sounded like a boat was lifting him up, and it was true. Zhou Yunshen held his waist like a hand protecting a flower.

The sparkle in Han Yi's eyes gradually dissipated, and he gradually regained his clarity. He seemed to be lost in memories, and Zhou Yunshen also waited patiently. After a while, Han Yi said, "Think about it."

These two words sounded like a war drum in Zhou Yunshen's ears, shaking his heart and even his soul.Han Yi seemed to hear him chuckle and then the storm came, leaving him no time to think about anything else.

Neither of them had dinner. Fortunately, Zhou Yunshen asked someone to deliver food when Han Yi was packing up. Four dishes, one soup and a bowl of big tonic soup. When Han Yi came out, Zhou Yunshen tested the temperature and said, "The temperature is just right. Drink this up."

Han Yi glanced at Dajiong and said, "I don't need to replenish my body..."

Zhou Yunshen's eyes seemed to have starlight, "Need."

"unnecessary……"

"you need to."

Han Yi: "..."

His ambiguous smile seemed to be implying something, and at the next moment Han Yi heard him say: "Otherwise I will be reluctant to use force..."

Han Yi immediately raised the white flag and surrendered: "Okay, I'll drink."

Zhou Yunshen pursued the victory, "After eating and taking medicine, go to bed."

Han Yi almost couldn't swallow the soup, he secretly glanced at Zhou Yunshen, why is this man in such good health, even after a lot of tossing, he looks more energetic now than before.It's just too unreasonable.

After eating according to Zhou Yunshen's arrangement, he rested for an hour and took cold medicine, and Zhou Yunshen carried him upstairs to sleep. Han Yi felt that he had a very fulfilling night.

Probably because he was too tired today, Han Yi slept very deeply, but in the middle of the night he had another dream, dreaming of him and Song Hou when he was young, Song Hou was wearing a well-tailored suit, with a cigar in his mouth, yes Han Yidao, who was helping him with his homework, said, "Do you want to play with me at night? My dad said he would take care of you for you. Don't go out with me every time I go out, and let people think that I abused you. You play!"

"Don't go."

Han Yi didn't even lift his eyelids, and the pen was still walking smoothly on the paper.

Song Hou sneered, held Han Yi's clothes by the back of his neck and said, "Han Yi, don't you like women?" He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Don't you like men?"

The cigar almost poked him in the face, Han Yi remained cold.

This expression angered Song Hou. He slapped Han Yi on the face, and Han Yi was swayed, "Don't be shameless, your life was saved by my Song family. Who are you still looking at with a straight face all day?"

He hit hard, and five thumbprints soon appeared on the skinny boy's face. The light pink one didn't feel scary on his face, but felt a strange beauty on his face. Song Hou was startled when he thought of it. I jumped, could I be a pervert?

The young Han Yi stood up and stared at Song Hou with hatred, and said coldly, "If it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have died at all!"

At that time, the young mind was in the rebellious period, and he was not afraid of the sky and the earth, Han Yi recalled that at that time, it was a relief for him to think about death, and he would never bow his head in front of Song Hou.

This kind of arrogance completely angered Song Hou. Song Hou grabbed him by the collar, but instead of punching him as Han Yi expected, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully.

This is the look in the eyes of the playboy Song Hou when he looks at a plaything, and Han Yi is very familiar with it.

"So what? Your parents are the dogs of my Song family, and you are just a dog of my Song family. Don't try to escape from my Song family for the rest of your life!"

"Han Yi," he said while touching his face, "Don't provoke me, or I'll fuck you to death!"

That gaze gradually became hot, and it was the first time in Han Yi's memory that Song Hou showed his disgusting thoughts to him.Dreaming back again, he punched him without even thinking about it, cursing something.

When he woke up from the dream, it was Zhou Yunshen's deep eyes that met him, like a sea that was so blue and black that the tide was lapping on the shore.

"Have a nightmare?"

He touched his cheek with his hand, and asked softly, "What did you dream about?"

"It's nothing."

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to drink some water."

However, as soon as Zhou Yunshen turned over and reached for his hand, he brought a glass of water to him and said, "I just drank water and wanted to prepare a glass. It just so happens that you drink it now."

The warm water slid down his throat and into his body to soothe the restlessness in his heart. He always dreamed of Song Hou, and sometimes he would think of Song Hou unconsciously, and sometimes he would see other people as Song Hou almost made a mistake!

Han Yi frowned, why on earth did this happen?It was as if his mind was out of control.

He didn't even dare to look at Zhou Yunshen at this moment, as if he had betrayed Zhou Yunshen in soul.

Zhou Yunshen has been staring at Han Yi closely, and no slight change in him can escape his eyes.

"Did you dream of someone? So... scared?"

Han Yi inserted his hands into his thick hair, and he could hear his unnatural voice saying: "I want to see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

"it is good."

Zhou Yunshen hugged him into his arms and said, "I'll make arrangements for you."

"No," Han Yi almost refused the conditional launch, "I'll just go by myself."

He didn't notice Zhou Yunshen's body froze, but he just said hello for a moment.

The next day, Han Yi turned down all his work and drove to a private clinic by himself.

It is a piece of green in the eyes, and the naturally growing plants are well arranged. As soon as Han Yi enters here, he feels relaxed physically and mentally.

The psychiatrist was a foreign doctor, a man in his forties, dressed in casual clothes, with a curly beard and smiling eyes, looking friendly.

His assistant came up and introduced: "This is Mr. John, and he will treat you."

John smiled and looked at Han Yi and said, "This Mr. Han made me hit it off right away, as if I met him somewhere."

Han Yi smiled politely, thinking that this foreigner has learned the polite words of the Chinese after staying in China for a long time.