The love with Mr. Yan is super sweet

Yan Zhihan had no expression on his face, and answered very calmly: "Well, this Zhou Zijun is indeed a scumbag."

Sheng Qiuyu: "..."

Although the curtains had a good shading effect and the room was very dimly lit, the distance between the two of them was so close that Sheng Qiuyu could feel the heat of Yan Zhihan's breath when he spoke.

So Yan Zhihan's handsome and indifferent face can still be seen clearly, even the banter in those black eyes can be clearly seen.

"Are you laughing at me with that look?"

"Think about it too much. After hearing such a miserable love story, I should be distressed. Why would I laugh at it?"

"...Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your heartache."

Yan Zhihan suddenly stretched out his slender fingers with well-articulated joints, and gently lifted Sheng Qiuyu's chin. His deep magnetic voice was full of charm: "It's just a verbal thank you? Didn't you still use your body to compensate in the bar?" , so why don't you thank me with your body now?"

"........."

After a moment of silence, Sheng Qiuyu moved her body back silently, and only said when she retreated to the edge of the bed, "Then what... I suddenly feel sleepy. Good night, Mr. Yan!"

Yan Zhihan raised the corners of his lips, and replied lightly, "Good night."

Then the room fell silent.

Yan Zhihan closed his eyes, put his hands on the quilt, and his sleeping posture was upright, looking extremely serious.

Not long after, there was the sound of shallow breathing.

Yan Zhihan opened his eyes and began to count secretly in his heart: 1, 2, 3...

"Well…"

Sheng Qiuyu suddenly turned over and rolled to Yan Zhihan's side. She stretched out her arms and put her legs on his chest, like an octopus.

"Ugh."

Yan Zhihan sighed in a low voice, just like last time.

He thought that after holding Sheng Qiuyu to the bed, he would sleep more honestly, but he was completely wrong.

Sheng Qiuyu who was sleeping on the bed was also dishonest. It would be fine if he likes to doze off, but the key is that he likes to sleep with things in his arms.

At first, he hugged himself, pushed it away several times and then stuck it back, and finally stuffed the long pillow on the sofa into Sheng Qiuyu's arms, and it was considered calm.

But today there was no long pillow for Sheng Qiuyu to hug.

Yan Zhihan looked down at the man in his arms, his hairy head pressed against his chest, and his warm body was fragrant and soft.

The waist is slender and full of grip.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zhihan still didn't push the man in his arms out.

After the fake marriage, the two will live together and often share the same bed. Even if they push it away today, there will be another time. It's better to get used to it as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhihan stretched out his arms around Sheng Qiuyu's waist with peace of mind, and hugged him a little tighter to keep him from moving.

Sheng Qiuyu in his sleep didn't know about all this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he had some sweet dream.

...

the next day.

As soon as Sheng Qiuyu regained consciousness, she found her waist was tight, as if she was being hugged.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, a familiar and deep voice came from above his head, hoarse and magnetic.

Sheng Qiuyu immediately opened his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he met Yan Zhihan's face. There was still a trace of laziness on that stern face, as if he had just woken up not long ago, and he seemed to be still lying in his arms...

Sheng Qiuyu, who was still a little dazed at first, woke up in an instant, and was about to break free from Yan Zhihan's arms, when the man suddenly pulled him closer with force.

"Don't move around." Yan Zhihan frowned, his hoarse voice seemed to be trying to suppress something.

Sheng Qiuyu was about to ask him what he was doing when he suddenly felt something was wrong, and his face flushed instantly.

"You, you, you..." Sheng Qiuyu talked for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: "It turns out that you have no problem with that!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself, but the words were already out of his mouth, and he couldn't take them back.

"...???" Yan Zhihan showed a shocked and puzzled expression, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous breath burst out, "What did you say? It seems that I have to prove my ability!"

After all, Yan Zhihan turned over and took Sheng Qiuyu under control, then looked down at that beautiful face with a panicked expression.

Sheng Qiuyu's slender wrists were tightly clenched, and she was unable to move. Facing Yan Zhihan with cold eyes, she panicked inside.

He finally understands what is meant by "disaster comes from the mouth"!

"I... I was wrong! Mr. Yan, don't be angry, it has nothing to do with me, I just often hear others say..."

"What?" Yan Zhihan asked coldly.

Sheng Qiuyu swallowed her saliva twice, and said falteringly: "I said that you... are neither feminine nor masculine, how can anyone be so pure-hearted, so I guess you are not good..."

Sheng Qiuyu's voice became softer as he spoke, until the end he didn't dare to look at Yan Zhihan's face.

"Heh!" Yan Zhihan sneered, his face extremely ugly.

Sheng Qiuyu panicked, and said with a dry smile: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, this has nothing to do with me. I never said that. Can you get up? I feel uncomfortable when you are like this, or let go of my hand first." ? You clenched it too tightly, I...wrist hurts."

This is true, his wrist really hurts, Yan Zhihan's hands are too strong.

Yan Zhihan snorted and said, "I still have something to do today, so I'll let you off this time, and when I have time next time, let's have a good chat about the 'no' things!"

Hearing this, Sheng Qiuyu inexplicably tensed up, she must keep her mouth under control in the future!

How could a person who is usually very clever, quick-responsive, and eloquent become so stupid when he was in front of Yan Zhihan?

Yan Zhihan let go of his hands, got up from Sheng Qiuyu, and walked into the bathroom with a cold face.

Sheng Qiuyu sat up quickly, and patted his chest in relief, feeling inexplicably alive after a catastrophe.

After a while, he heard the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom.

Just about to wonder what kind of bath Yan Zhihan took early in the morning, he suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have woken up in the morning, and his face immediately turned red.

That's it for the first night after signing the agreement, what will happen for the next two years!

No, after signing with Miracle Entertainment, he must ask his new manager to arrange more work for him, even if he picks up trash on the set, as long as he has food and accommodation included, he doesn't have to go home every night.

In just a few minutes, Sheng Qiuyu had already planned his work for the next two years.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhihan came out of the bathroom, passing Sheng Qiuyu with the fragrance of mint.

After both of them packed up, they went to the first floor, and then started today's 'work', trying on clothes first in the morning.

Because of the rush of time, only three sets of clothes were selected in the end, and ten photos were taken for each set, and they were taken directly at Yan's house.

The Yan family's old house is a large European-style manor, which is very suitable for taking pictures.

After lunch, Yan's mother asked everyone to rest for two hours, because they might have to take pictures all the time in the afternoon.

Sheng Qiuyu returned to Yan Zhihan's room and was about to take a nap when the phone rang suddenly.

He subconsciously slid to answer, "Hello..."

"Sheng Qiuyu, what do you mean?"

Sheng Qiuyu: "???"

Isn't that the voice of that scumbag Zhou Zijun?