Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

In the midsummer of July, the daytime is extremely hot, and it is only late at night that you can secretly feel a bit of coolness.

On the empty street in the early morning, Yan Lan was wearing an extremely simple light gray thin sweater and white slacks, no makeup, no accessories, only smooth and slightly messy black hair, and a pale face exposed outside.

He walked quickly by himself, looking feeble and pitiful;

Zhuang Yunliu felt pain in his heart, so he stopped the car and walked down quickly, with blood surging in his body, he decided to grab Yan Lan and hug him tightly, but...

When he saw Yan Lan's face full of coldness and disgust, he didn't dare to do anything other than stand obediently.

"What on earth do you want?" Yan Lan raised her eyes and looked at him fiercely, "I was wrong tonight, I have already apologized to you, isn't it enough?! I was wrong before, before, I didn't I should... I shouldn't appear in front of you out of control, I shouldn't provoke you, I shouldn't jump in when I know it's a mistake, I've already divorced as you said, and I've got retribution, I just want to see it through to the end , why don't you let me go?!"

"Yanlan, you... what are you talking about?" Zhuang Yunliu's eyes widened in surprise, feeling out of control.

It took too much energy for Yan Lan to speak loudly with emotion. He pressed his forehead and bowed down, gasping for breath, his feet were unsteady, and his body was shaking.

Zhuang Yunliu stretched out his hand to help, but before he touched it, Yan Lan pushed hard as if he had been hit by electricity, and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

His stomach has already had some slight ups and downs, and he is afraid of being discovered.

The related past flooded into his mind again, he completely collapsed and squatted down, covering his face and curling up into a ball.

"I beg you...don't show up again, don't...press me again, obviously we just..."

"Zhuang Yunliu, please let me go..."

Tears slipped from between the fingers covering his eyes.

Zhuang Yunliu was stunned again.

He has never been able to understand Yan Lan, sometimes he is extremely tenacious, and sometimes he is unimaginably fragile;

He also couldn't understand himself more and more. He seemed to be longing for something, but he couldn't think clearly or grasp it. For example, now, he didn't understand why they were like this, but Yan Lan's tears seemed to flow into his heart, making him He was about to explode in pain.

"You, you get up first... I just want to know what's wrong with you."

I just care about you.

Zhuang Yunliu tried to step forward again, but Zhou Ming rushed over at some point and pushed him suddenly.

Unprepared, he staggered a step to the side. As soon as he stood still, he saw Zhou Ming helping Yan Lan up, and Yan Lan actually...

She turned around and hugged Zhou Ming, crying on his shoulder.

With a "boom", Zhuang Yunliu felt as if he had been hit on the head.

In his eyes, Zhou Ming followed Yanlan's hair and back, and said as if no one else was there: "How are you? Don't cry, don't cry, there is nothing you can't get through, and don't bother with this kind of person, it's not worth it! Your body is the most important thing. Important! Let's go, go to the hospital earlier?"

Yan Lan nodded vigorously.

Zhou Ming turned his head and warned viciously: "Zhuang Yunliu, if you still have a little conscience, if you still want him to be well, don't follow him anymore."

Back in the car, Yan Lan was lying on her side in the back seat, clutching a tissue in her hand, her eyes were red and hollow, she didn't make any sound except sniffing her nose from time to time.

Zhou Ming paid attention to his situation while driving, sighed deeply in his heart, and his chest was even more sore.

Both for Yan Lan and for himself.

Having known Yan Lan for so long, he has experienced many things big and small, but he will only break down for Zhuang Yunliu.

Only when Zhuang Yunliu was involved, would he cross his own boundaries, and he would no longer be as calm and self-possessed as usual.

Zhuang Yunliu is different to Yanlan.

Yan Lan Yu Zhuang Yunliu is probably also...

Zhou Ming was in pain and confusion: So why did they divorce?

Yan Lan didn't say that he understood at first, but now that they are so familiar, Yan Lan still has no intention of saying anything, he...

She has never been able to really walk into Yan Lan's heart.

……

The night was long and the streets were deserted, only Zhuang Yunliu and his luxury car.

It's been a long time since Yan Lan left, but he's still standing here, at a loss as to what to do and where to go.

He didn't want to accept it but had to accept it. Yan Lan hated him, hated him very much, and would break down and cry when he saw him.

He just wanted to say a few words to him.

He felt that there should be a misunderstanding between them. He couldn't tell exactly what the misunderstanding was, and he didn't know when it started, but it didn't matter now, because it was obvious that Yan Lan didn't want to resolve the misunderstanding at all.

Obviously, at some point in the past, he and Yan Lan got along pretty well. Yan Lan would cook him food, smile lively and full of aura, and even make jokes and jokes...

Recalling the memory, Zhuang Yunliu's eye circles were also red, and a tear slipped out. He was shocked, wiped it with his hand in disbelief, and immediately hid in the car——

There was no one around, but he was still ashamed of himself.

But at the same time there is a trace of fun.

Recently he has been dazed and confused, and there is no way to release him at all. Now he suddenly realizes that it doesn't matter if he cries?

He even refrained from crying when his grandfather passed away...

why?

Why endure?

Not only that one incident, but also many subsequent incidents, who is he pretending to be strong for?

The more Zhuang Yunliu thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, and finally he also lay on the steering wheel, crying silently.

After some twists and turns, Yan Lan finally arrived at the hospital.

He recuperated overnight, and Zhou Ming helped him coordinate the work overnight.

The fever finally subsided the next day, and Yan Lan's mood stabilized a lot, and then she began to regret it.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zhou, I always... give you trouble."

"Don't say that! You just have a strong sense of responsibility. I didn't know that you were under so much pressure, and you were always uncomfortable, hey." Zhou Ming scratched his head in self-blame.

"I always thought I could hold on, but I didn't expect that I was still overwhelmed."

Yan Lan sat on the bed, looked at the needles on the back of her hands with downcast eyes, and gradually revealed a faint and warm smile in silence.

"But everything has two sides. This illness and...arguing with Zhuang Yunliu also helped me."

Zhou Ming suddenly looked puzzled, "What what?"

"I'm suddenly not stressed." Yan Lan raised her head, her eyes filled with positivity again, "I don't know if it's because I was sick that I posted all the negative things, or because I had a big fight last night and released my emotions. In short, I am very relaxed now, I have figured it out, the grades are good or bad, it doesn’t matter if I am eliminated, as long as I perform what I want to act well and satisfy myself, after all, this kind of scoring is not an exam, I can’t do it myself Control. Other commercial work is freed up to complete, reducing physical and mental consumption.”

Zhou Ming was stunned.

Yan Lan smiled and rolled her eyes: "Mr. Zhou, you don't think I'm lazy at work, do you?"

"Of course not!" Zhou Ming came back to his senses, stood up and said, "How can you say that about yourself? Your lower limit is obviously much higher than the upper limit of many people! And it's just an adjustment of mentality, and It's not that you don't work hard, it's great that you can think like this! I also want to let you relax a bit! Hey, I've been hesitating all the time, I... want to just let you stop working..." The voice lowered, " You are pregnant, and you are still working so hard, making me look like a capitalist who cannibalize people in your stage play!"

Yan Lan laughed "puchi", shook her head and said, "Actually, I'm doing pretty well. Although I work long hours, I have a car to pick me up wherever I go, and a nutritionist is in charge of three meals. I live in a good house. Very good things, high income, the so-called pressure is the "exquisiteness" imposed on myself. Compared with those people who are struggling to live, I live like a fairy. What dissatisfaction do I have? If I really stopped, I would feel at a loss, like..." After a pause, he stopped avoiding, "After marrying Zhuang Yunliu, I stayed at home and was in a bad state."

"Oh." Zhou Ming suddenly realized, "Then I understand, then you...maintain a good attitude, and I will work with your manager to coordinate with you, and strive to make you a virtuous circle."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Zhou."

"Don't thank me, don't forget that you signed a five-year contract, let me let you go now, and I will try my best to squeeze you after your baby is born!" Zhou Ming said viciously on purpose.

Yan Lan knew that he wanted to relax her mind, so she lowered her head and smiled: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Zhou Ming is kind, enthusiastic, heartless, and capable of working like a child. In just a few months, he has constantly refreshed his understanding of the other party and deepened his feelings for the other party. When I think about it, whether it is cognition or emotion, it is actually the same as when we first met.

Simple and sincere, the outside and the inside are the same.

What an incredible thing this is.

……

After the bottle was finished, the nurse came to pull out the needle, Yan Lan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the window. It was sunny and warm outside the window, covered with greenery, just like when he saw Zhuang Yunliu for the first time.

At that time, not long after he was a freshman, he got through the strangeness and confusion of enrolling, found a relatively stable part-time job, and his life was on the right track. He also stated that he would return the used part as soon as possible.

They had been talking on the phone and writing letters before. Zhuang Ruoren had a very good impression of him. After he was admitted to university, he wanted to give him a gift, but he politely and sincerely refused.

Stopping funding is not a trivial matter. Of course, Zhuang Ruoren would not make a decision lightly, so he was invited to come to his home for a chat.

It was the first time that Yan Lan went to the villa area where the rich lived. There were many beautiful vegetation on the periphery, sparsely populated and very quiet, just like the noble manor written in the book; the house was a large multi-storey building with a style of Chic, materials and colors are very stylish; surrounded by grass, lakes, gardens...

Yan Lan watched quietly all the way, feeling like she was dreaming.

This is obviously in the same city as his school and dormitory, but they are clearly two worlds, not to mention his so-called "hometown".

I chatted with Zhuang Ruoren for more than two hours. Zhuang Ruoren was very kind and praised and encouraged him all the time, letting him put down his burden and enjoy college life.

During the conversation, Yan Lan wanted to cry several times, but he tried his best to hold back, confirming over and over again in his heart that no one had ever treated him so well.

In the end, they came up with a compromise: temporarily freeze the funding, and if Yan Lan works hard in the future, the money will be used as a reward to start his life or career after graduation; if Yan Lan is lazy, Zhuang Ruoren took the money back.

At the time of parting, Zhuang Ruoren asked the driver to take him back to school, Yan Lan went to wait by the garage, and saw two men talking standing under a tree by the lake in the distance.

One of them is tall and well-built. He is wearing a white shirt that looks very expensive at first glance. The collar is unbuttoned, and the two long sleeves are neatly rolled up by cuffs. The exposed forearm and wrist have a youthful look. The man is strong and powerful, and the simple silver bracelet on his left wrist shows more fashion and vitality.

From a little distance, he couldn't see the face clearly, but he could see the proper face lines and sharp edges and corners.

...That must be a very handsome guy.

Not long after, another person walked towards him quickly, Yan Lan quickly gathered her energy and looked at him politely.

"Are you Mr. Yan? Hello, I'm Mr. Zhuang's driver."

"Hi, don't call me that, I'm still a student."

"Oh, that's a small banquet."

The driver was quite familiar, and he opened the garage to ask Yan Lan to get in the car: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but Mr. Zhuang just happened to come back, so let me say a few words to him."

"President Xiaozhuang?"

"Well, that's the one just now, Mr. Zhuang's grandson, although he is only in his early twenties, he has now taken over Mr. Zhuang's class; just like you, he is very good at studying. He skipped several grades before and always said that the school is slow. , Mr. Zhuang invited a teacher to come to his home to teach him, not only learning cultural lessons, but also learning a lot of talents."

The car drifted away, Yan Lan turned her head through the window while listening to the driver.

The bright autumn sun shines on the earth, and under the tree by the lake, the tall and straight figure walks forward with his back to him, matching the music played in the car, like a picture full of vitality.

Yes, that person is the person in the painting, they belong to different worlds, how could they be the same?

The music in the car was both passionate and sad, and Yan Lan's heartstrings were pulled, inexplicably producing a resonance that seemed to come from the soul.

"Master, what is the name of this song?"

"Ah? I don't know. I just tuned the radio station." The driver was taken aback for a moment, then continued, "But it's really nice and powerful."

At the end of the conversation, Yan Lan silently memorized the melody in her heart, and sang it to the music software after returning home, and finally got the title of the song.

At that time, he listened to that song almost every day, and he couldn't help thinking of that figure while listening to it.

Later, I don’t know why I stopped listening to it suddenly, and that song was also forgotten until yesterday...

When facing Zhuang Yunliu and crying, the melody suddenly sounded in his mind again.

"...Yanlan? Yanlan!"

Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his face.

Yan Lan came back to her senses and said, "Sorry, I was thinking about something just now."

"Why are you so devoted?" Zhou Ming was a little angrily.

Yan Lan smiled: "I've already decided on the performance of the fourth round of life-and-death battle."

"Huh?!" Zhou Ming regained his energy immediately, "What are you performing? Or singing?"

Yan Lan nodded.

"What song? Say it quickly!" Zhou Ming's entire head was almost pressed against Yan Lan's face.

Yan Lan grabbed his shoulder and pushed back, and replied: "Vivala Vida, long live life."