The love with Mr. Yan is super sweet

"Because I'm afraid that if the favorability is too high, you will fall in love with me directly."

"what???"

Sheng Qiuyu was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Yan Zhihan to be so narcissistic.

Now I have decided to take back my previous words, a dog man can't be too kind to him!It's all like this now, if you treat him better, you won't be able to go directly to heaven.

"Hmph! You think too much, I won't fall in love with a narcissist like you!"

"Then which kind of narcissist will you fall in love with?" Yan Zhihan asked after him.

Sheng Qiuyu: "...Anyway, it's not your type!"

Yan Zhihan narrowed his eyes, and immediately walked two steps forward in front of Sheng Qiuyu, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and said in a dangerous tone: "Who else do you want to fall in love with in front of me? Hmm? I'm your husband, so No matter now or in the future, you can only love me alone."

"???" Sheng Qiuyu felt that the longer she was in contact with Yan Zhihan, the more black question marks popped up, "Mr. Yan, are you a noble person who forgets things too much? Forgot that we are just a fake marriage, don't get involved in the drama It’s so deep, it’s easy to be misunderstood.”

Yan Zhihan asked knowingly, "What is the misunderstanding? Who would have misunderstood? Is it you? Or someone else? Only we know about the fake marriage, so how can others misunderstand it?"

"I……"

Facing Yan Zhihan's menacing eyes, Sheng Qiuyu's body subconsciously leaned back, and the hand on his chin also stretched forward following his movement of leaning back.

Yan Zhihan leaned forward, trapping him between the sofa and himself.

This bad posture made Sheng Qiuyu feel particularly insecure, and even had a vague premonition in his heart.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"I want...to have supper." Yan Zhihan's ambiguous eyes fell on Sheng Qiuyu's lips.

Today's dinner is a bit spicy, so hot that the red lips are even more rosy, and it looks a bit tempting.

Sheng Qiuyu is not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lengtouqing. After staying in this circle for so many years, he already knows what he should know.

He knew very well that the supper that Yan Zhihan was talking about was not just supper, but himself.

Because the way Yan Zhihan looked at him at this moment was very similar to the way he looked at dinner just now, wishing he could eat all the meat on the table.

"There are dumplings in the refrigerator. If you want to have supper, you can go down by yourself. If you don't want to do it yourself, I can make dumplings for you, but you have to let me get up first."

Sheng Qiuyu put his hand on Yan Zhihan's arm and grabbed it slightly, knowing that he couldn't push the man away, so he didn't do any more useless work.

"I don't want to eat dumplings, I want supper..." Yan Zhihan lowered his head even more, the tips of their noses almost touched, his voice was ambiguous and low, full of temptation: "My surname is Sheng, and my name is Qiuyu."

"!" Sheng Qiuyu's eyes widened, and she looked at Yan Zhihan in disbelief, "You...what are you talking about! I'm a human being, and I'm not a dish. How can I be called a supper!"

At this time, I can only pretend to be stupid.

But Sheng Qiuyu's attention couldn't help but be attracted by Yan Zhihan, his handsome and indifferent face was sharp-edged, without a trace of blemish, and his dark eyes seemed to be magnetic, almost sucking him in.

The eyes moved down the sharpened chin, and the black shirt full of abstinence was unbuttoned a few times, revealing the delicate and sexy collarbone.

At the moment of beauty, Sheng Qiuyu uncontrollably rolled her Adam's apple twice.

Although the man's behavior is very doggy, but I have to admit that this face is really handsome, and there is a perfect figure, especially the sexy eight-pack abs, every time I see it, I can't help but want to touch it .

The man's voice is also very pleasant, deep and mellow, full of magnetism, which makes people feel like their ears are pregnant.

If there is no agreement, he really wants to find a man like this to be his boyfriend.

By the way... what would happen if he and Yan Zhihan had a real fake show?

Yan Zhihan's attitude towards him was actually quite ambiguous, but he didn't know whether it was a whim or a sincere one.

After all, the two haven't known each other for a long time, in case Yan Zhihan is only fresh for a while because he has been single for many years, he teases himself from time to time.

Sheng Qiuyu felt that she still had to calm down a bit, and she couldn't fall into the man's trap if she got too hot-headed.

Otherwise, when the two-year deadline is up, Yan Zhihan pats his ass and leaves, and then turns around to marry Bai Fumei, it will be too miserable for him to lose his body and heart.

Sheng Qiuyu, who was distracted, didn't realize that she was staring at Yan Zhihan all the time, and the direct gaze made the man's heart boil.

"You are staring at me without blinking, is it because you are attracted to me?"

"Ah?" Sheng Qiuyu regained his composure a little bit, blinked his eyes twice blankly, and realized it after a few seconds, his face flushed instantly, and then he began to argue: "I'm not tempted, you're not my favorite Type! I like... Senior Cheng Muqing's gentle and jade-like old-fashioned handsome man!"

"Cheng Muqing?" Hearing the strange man's name, Yan Zhihan's eyes narrowed immediately, and he said in a cold voice, "Actually, I don't look bad in ancient clothes."

"That's different! With your domineering temperament, Mr. Yan, if you wear an ancient costume, you will either be an emperor looking down on the world, or a general who fights on the battlefield. Anyway, you are not a character who is easy to conquer. I still prefer Wenrunruyu and Qingjun. The gentle and elegant Senior Cheng, his smile makes people feel like a spring breeze."

As Sheng Qiuyu spoke, an expression of admiration appeared on his face involuntarily. His eyes were shining brightly, shining with admiration. He looked like a fan who was obsessed with idol dramas.

From Yan Zhihan's point of view, Sheng Qiuyu's eyes could be called obsessed, and anger suddenly ignited in his heart, so the hand holding his chin couldn't help but exert some force.

"Oh!" Sheng Qiuyu yelled out in pain, frowning together, "Yan Zhihan, you... um!"

Before he finished speaking, the angry Yan Zhihan blocked his mouth, he didn't want to hear anything about other men from this mouth.

He even praised other men like this in front of his husband. Since they are only a couple in name, but they still have a little red book, can you respect him?

Sheng Qiuyu had no power to resist, and sank into the sofa. This fierce kiss made him feel like Yan Zhihan was going to eat himself.

"Well... you let it go..."

Sheng Qiuyu didn't have a chance to speak at all, and the man didn't let him go until he was about to suffocate.

However, before he could catch his breath, Yan Zhihan suddenly picked him up in the posture of a princess hugging him.

Sheng Qiuyu was startled, subconsciously hugged his neck with both hands, then asked with wide eyes, "You...what are you going to do?"

"eat supper."

The short and cold words made Sheng Qiuyu's heart tremble, and he became vigilant in an instant, and immediately struggled violently.

"If you want supper, go to the kitchen, what are you doing upstairs! Put me down!"

"Yan Zhihan!!!"

Yan Zhihan turned a blind eye to Sheng Qiuyu's resistance. He quickly walked up the stairs to the room, and after being bitten hard on his arm, he threw him on the bed in a not-so-gentle manner.

Looking at the man who was oppressing him, Sheng Qiuyu quickly backed away, only to be caught suddenly by his ankle.

Yan Zhihan grabbed the slender and fair ankle, and with a strong tug, he pulled the man over.

Sheng Qiuyu was terrified, afraid that the man would really do something to her, so she hurriedly said: "Yan, Yan Zhihan, calm down! You have taken a bath, but I haven't taken a bath yet! There is a smell of rice on my body, it smells bad. Really, why don't you let me take a shower first, and then we can discuss the issue of 'night snack'?"

When Yan Zhihan heard this, he lowered his head and sniffed Sheng Qiuyu's body vigorously, and said meaningfully: "It is the smell of rice that is more attractive, and it smells more like eating delicious food."

Sheng Qiuyu: "..."

what to do!Yan Zhihan's expression now really looks like a pervert, and it's still that kind of villain pervert!

Sheng Qiuyu thought about it, and felt that it was appropriate to show weakness, so she deliberately said in a soft voice: "Mr. Yan~ It's better to take a bath before eating a big meal. It smells delicious. Think about it, that fair-skinned After being soaked in hot water, the skin is light pink, and the whole body exudes the fragrance of shower gel, and it is your favorite shower gel, don’t you think it’s better?”

Although he knew that Sheng Qiuyu was delaying time, Yan Zhihan was still moved. Compared with a beauty who smelled like rice, of course a beauty who smelled like jasmine was better.

Because the shower gel Sheng Qiuyu used was jasmine scented.

"Okay, I'll let you take a bath first." After Yan Zhihan finished speaking, he stood up straight and took two steps back.

Sheng Qiuyu stood up with a 'chug', then went to the wardrobe and took out her pajamas, and then rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind.

This familiar scene made Yan Zhihan shake his head helplessly and smiled.

If Sheng Qiuyu came out at this time, he would be shocked to see the smile on his face, because although the smile was extremely faint, it carried an obvious sense of pampering.

In the bathroom, Sheng Qiuyu sat on the toilet with her pajamas in her arms, and started calling Fanning.

At this time, Fan Ning, who had just finished the night scene, was taking a shower in the room, because he was afraid that Yu Qingfeng would do bad things with his mobile phone, so he put the mobile phone on the sink.

When the bell rang suddenly, he wiped his hands with a bath towel, and was about to answer the phone, but his foot slipped and fell directly to the ground.

"I#!" Fan Ning subconsciously scolded Guo Quintessence.

Yu Qingfeng outside heard the movement and immediately knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong with Ningning? Are you okay?"

At this time, even if there is something wrong, he can only say it’s okay, Fan Ning, who hurt his butt and legs from the fall, gritted his teeth and replied, “It’s okay!”

"Are you really okay? Why does your voice sound strange?" Yu Qingfeng worried that Fanning had fallen, and was very worried.

"I said I'm fine, so I'm fine. Qiu Yu is calling me. I'll answer the phone first." Enduring the pain, Fan Ning picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Qiu Yu, you made this call at the right time. It made me miserable."