Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

It was just spring, and the night was still cold. Yan Lan was only wearing thin home clothes. As soon as he stepped out, the cold air from the depths of the earth made him shiver all over his body, and his nasal cavity was suddenly cold and sore. He endured it for a long time. Tears finally slid down.

Immediately afterwards, the wrist was firmly grasped by a large warm and dry hand.

Yan Lan hurriedly wiped away her tears with the other hand first, then walked forward against the strength on her wrist, trying to break free while shaking her hand.

But it was useless, Zhuang Yunliu came in front of him right after, holding his forearm tightly with both hands.

He lowered his eyes and resisted desperately, Zhuang Yunliu then increased his strength, and gradually almost hugged him up, holding the back of his head and holding him in his arms, taking advantage of his height, he leaned over to talk in his ear .

"Yanlan, calm down! If you have something to say, speak up! Don't do this!"

The tall and warm body and the warm and eager breath surrounded him, Zhuang Yunliu's lips sometimes touched the earlobe, and sometimes brushed his temples.

Yan Lan struggled to nowhere and almost collapsed, her chest was thumping, her hands pressed on her chest by Zhuang Yunliu were trembling, her messy hair covered her sight, and tears filled her eyes again.

He seemed to have never, never been so wronged.

Zhuang Yunliu watched all this clearly.

In the living room earlier, when he found that Yan Lan's reaction to his words was so strong, he realized that he had said too much on impulse.

But now, the extremely fragile Yan Lan in front of him and the dazzling Yan Lan who touched him for a moment during the shooting were randomly switched in his mind, and his heart softened severely for the first time in a physical sense.

"I apologize, I apologize! Let's go back first, can we? If we have anything to say, we can talk about it later! Yan Lan!!!"

Pressing the person in his arms that kept moving, Zhuang Yunliu suddenly became mortified, and wanted to practice the enduring plot in idol dramas——

Don't talk nonsense, kiss me, and the problem of custody will be solved.

However, looking at Yan Lan's red earlobe, whether it was because of excitement or cold, she squeezed her hands hard several times and then let go, and stopped when she wanted to speak several times.

...Idol dramas are all deceptive.

I don’t know how many times I have been scolded for being mentally retarded in those plots.

How could he believe this, the dignified president of the world?

But something had to be done. This guy looked powerless, but he didn't expect to go crazy and couldn't control it at all.

After a while, with a "swish", Yan Lan felt that his feet were off the ground, and his body was top-heavy in the air. He subconsciously wanted to find support, so he had to grab Zhuang Yunliu's shoulder.

Zhuang Yunliu carried him upright like a sack, strode quickly back home, closed the door with his feet, probably afraid that he would run away again, and put his body behind the door while putting him down.

"What are you going to do? Where are you going to go in the middle of the night? Just yell at whoever makes you angry, don't make trouble for yourself, and I said I apologize, I apologize!"

I've never seen someone apologize so straightforwardly, fresh and refined, as if it was someone else's fault, and he endured the humiliation instead.

Yan Lan looked at him resentfully while panting.

Zhuang Yunliu showed weakness a little, and muttered: "Okay, yes, yes, if the apology is useful, why do you need the police... Don't look at me, go wash yourself first."

Yan Lan was exhausted physically and mentally.

The anger quickly consumed him, and now he didn't even have the strength to say a word or move, but he was even more unwilling to see Zhuang Yunliu, so he turned and went upstairs to the bathroom.

In fact, Zhuang Yunliu was right, where else could he go now?

Whether it is day or night, whether spring or autumn or winter or summer, he has to be here, and he does not belong to himself at all.

Standing motionless and taking a shower, the hot water and mist gradually warmed his body, and the closed bathroom was more like an island, allowing him to take refuge temporarily.

But he didn't go out for a long time, Zhuang Yunliu panicked a little.

Zhuang Yunliu has always been uncertain about Yan Lan's character, not to mention that Yan Lan has always been unexpected before, God knows if he will do some scary things again tonight.

Gently going upstairs from the living room, Zhuang Yunliu listened carefully outside the bathroom door like a scout.

It has been an hour since Yan Lan went in, and so far there is only the sound of water, a very average sound of water, which shows that he has not done anything.

I don't want to do it, or...

He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, when the sound of rushing water inside suddenly stopped, Zhuang Yunliu's heart trembled when a slight sound came, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, anyway, he ran downstairs in a panic and very tiptoe up.

But attention remains.

There was a knock at the door, yes, Yan Lan came out.

There was a sound of footsteps, another sound of the door, and a snap of the lock, um, back to the bedroom.

You can't even think about it in the bathroom, let alone in the bedroom, right?

Zhuang Yunliu stood in the living room on the first floor, looking at the second floor in confusion.

God knows how it turned out like this tonight. He obviously had good intentions and didn't want Yan Lan to do housework. Could it be wrong?

Turning around irritably, he caught a glimpse of the smashed soy milk box on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, and remembered that when Yan Lan asked him to taste it, it seemed that his steps were brisk, his expression looked expectant, and he seemed to be The mood is happy, as if there is a little pride in the smile...

As if he's only realizing it now.

No one had ever treated him to food like this.

Including the shredded chicken noodle soup that day, he only regards these as ordinary housework that anyone can do, but Yan Lan may not think so.

He suddenly felt guilty.

He squatted next to the sofa, trying to tidy up the messy soy milk box. He used both hands to scrape carefully with the box lid and spoon, then wiped the floor with a paper towel, and mopped it thoroughly with a mop.

There was a carpet here before, but Yan Lan put it away two days ago, probably thinking that the weather will get hot soon, and it is not suitable to lay carpets.

Fortunately, I accepted it, otherwise today will be troublesome.

Although the cake returned to the box, Zhuang Yunliu was still frustrated——

If it was a broken vase, he could patiently reglue it piece by piece; if it was a torn painting, he could also reassemble it piece by piece; but it happened to be a box of cakes.

Unless you have a time machine, there is simply no way to restore it.

Obviously it has lost all its value and should be thrown into the trash can, but he looked over and thought about it, and no matter what, he couldn't make the action of throwing it away.

……

in the bedroom.

Yan Lan lay motionless on the bed.

The room was pitch black, and after an unknown amount of time, the phone buzzed, and a small piece of light flickered.

He was too lazy to move, and took a while to get his phone back. Unexpectedly, it was a message from Zhuang Yunliu.

[I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense today, I shouldn't have said that, don't be angry. ]

At this moment, Yan Lan naturally wouldn't reply to this kind of message, he was completely numb, what else could he say?

But just as he was about to put down his phone, another message popped up——

[My original intention is not that, but the words are rushed, without going through the brain for a while... You can be angry, you should be angry, but don't be angry for too long.I swear, I really, really don't have an unequal thought about you, really not.Yan Lan, no matter what happened before, no matter what the reason is, but now we are husband and wife. ]

The last sentence caught Yan Lan off guard.

To be honest, he felt that Zhuang Yunliu's two messages were sincere, and his attitude was completely different from when he shouted "I apologize" not long ago.

But the excitement of the quarrel hadn't faded away, and his inability to know what to do with his situation was infinitely magnified, and he couldn't restrain his rebelliousness.

[We are legally married, not physically. ]

He tapped on the screen lightly.

I don't know how Zhuang Yunliu felt after receiving this sentence, but judging from the reply, that guy obviously didn't intend to accept the move seriously.

[As long as you want, I can be a real couple with you now. ]

Yanlan: ...

I regret it very much, why I talked to him, why I fantasized that he might understand me, it was too naive.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to lose the wind——

[Mr. Zhuang, I am different from you, not everyone can do it. ]

[...Yan Lan. ]

Although I didn't see anyone or hear the tone, it can be seen from the punctuation marks that Mr. Zhuang is very helpless now.

[I didn't mean that, I just wanted to tease you and let you calm down as soon as possible. ]

[I just want to sleep now. ]

If the words are not speculative, Yan Lan does not intend to continue entanglement.

Zhuang Yunliu responded seriously this time:

[Go to sleep, go to bed early, but don't be angry, sleeping with anger is very harmful to your health.Don't worry, I won't stop you in the future, you can do whatever you want (not angry words, but sincere), I respect and support all your choices.Finally, let me tell you formally: I was wrong, sorry. ]

Suddenly, a layer of ripples appeared in Yan Lan's heart like a dry well.

His hand flicked back and forth on the screen, and finally he wanted to speak but stopped pressing the phone to turn off the phone, covering himself in the darkness of the quilt.

Time and the self-recovery mechanism of the human body are very scary. At the moment before he fell asleep completely, he seemed to have really calmed down a lot, and even began to reflect on whether he was at fault in this matter, whether he was too sensitive.

When he woke up the next morning, he went down to the first floor, and was surprised to find that Zhuang Yunliu was sleeping on the sofa in the living room with his clothes on.

Yan Lan felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

However, before tasting it carefully, Zhuang Yunliu woke up, looked around for a while with sleepy eyes, and when he saw Yan Lan, he immediately sat up straight, rubbed his eyes and shook his head, as if dispelling the exhaustion and confusion. It was more like completely forgetting last night, as if nothing happened, and said very naturally: "By the way, the autographed photo requested by your classmate is ready, and there are some peripherals, please give me the address, and I will send it together .”

Tangtangzhuang is like this, what else can Yan Lan say?

He lowered his eyes for a moment, and finally decided to turn over this page, and said lightly, "I'll send it to you later. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Don't eat." Zhuang Yunliu stretched his waist, "I fell asleep without paying attention last night, and didn't do many things. I'll take a shower first, and go directly to the company after washing."

"Then order you a takeaway to the office?"

"Ok."

Zhuang Yunliu stood up and walked to the bathroom. The mobile phone fell into the crack of the sofa. Yan Lan walked over and picked it up in accordance with the principle of tidying up, and prepared to put it on the table, but accidentally touched the screen and lowered her head. When I saw it, I was stunned——

The lock screen that lights up is actually a photo of their wedding.

...as if it wasn't yesterday.