Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

Zhou Yancheng carried the thin quilt to the sofa, and carefully put it on He Yan's body.

Afraid of waking He Yan up, he leaned on the small tea table next to the sofa and sat down on the carpet. When he retracted his hand, he came across a cold plastic box.

It is a first aid kit provided by the hotel.He thought that when he was taking a shower, he heard the waiter ringing the doorbell. It should be He Yan who called someone to bring it up.

He Yan said that he hated him, but when he saw his hand was injured, he still cared about him.

Zhou Yancheng bit the tip of his tongue, suppressing the sour tide that swept over him.

This moment was not easy to come by, he hadn't seen He Yan sleeping for a long time, and since he was reborn, He Yan had never given him any kindness, and now this time is as precious as a stolen one.

The boy was in a deep sleep, his face flushed red under the steam of the heater, his crow-wing eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids,

His head was resting on the corner of the sofa, his lips were slightly opened, and Zhou Yancheng felt his throat dry when he looked at it.

Zhou Yancheng stretched out his hand, caressing He Yan's cheek as if he was afraid of damaging He Yan, and then quickly withdrew his hand after a while, he was afraid that He Yan would be woken up, so that the peaceful time would be broken instead.

But seeing He Yan closing his eyes tightly, he suddenly panicked,

The familiar and surging fear, horror, sadness, and despair in the depths of his memory suddenly flooded over like a tide. The last time he saw He Yan closing his eyes softly was the day of He Yan's car accident...

It was as if an electric drill had been stuffed into Zhou Yancheng's heart, and his internal organs were instantly smashed into a bloody mess.

It was a nightmare that he could never look back on in this life.

Zhou Yancheng stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and probed He Yan's breath, and then his heart, like a frightened bird, fell steadily back to its original position.

Annoyed, he changed his sitting position, crossed his legs and rested his cheek on one hand, and continued to look at his sweetheart without blinking.

In his previous life, when he found out that he fell in love with He Yan, he was very terrified. He was used to being rebellious and free, and suddenly realized that he might be put on the rein, and his self-protection instinct was fully activated, prompting him to desperately break free from this shackle.

But then he slowly realized that no one can control his feelings, and He Yan is not a shackle to him, just like the sky embraces the earth, the yang embraces the yin, there is no truly lonely creature in the world, and He Yan is his The earth is his yin, the other half that makes his life complete.

It is not easy to love He Yan, he has done enough psychological construction, and is ready to fight against everything, but God played with him, and He Yan was finally lost by him...

Zhou Yancheng shook his head violently, he couldn't think about it, he didn't dare to think about it, it hurt when he thought about it, and the overwhelming guilt and regret could overwhelm him forever.

At this moment, He Yan is still in front of him, within his reach, this is more important than anything else.

"Little idiot," Zhou Yancheng gently stretched out his hand, brushing away He Yan's hair that was hanging softly on his forehead, and lightly touched his brow bone with his fingertips, "Do you know how much I love you..."

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Little idiot, do you know—

He Yan frowned slightly, do you know what?What did Zhou Yancheng want to say?Every time he left half of his speech, leaving him confused.

He is now in Zhou Yancheng's office, which is so spacious that he can run a horse. President Zhou is leaning heavily on the back of the sofa, with a pair of long legs resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He Yan is forced to sit by him He was holding a document on his lap and was reading it to Zhou Yancheng.

"Company Acquisition Agreement

Transferor: Huaye Group

Transferee: Hongshi Capital

The scope of application of this agreement..."

The young man's voice of hitting each other like ice and broken jade reverberated in the grand space. Zhou Yancheng put his hands behind his head and watched He Yan helplessly read the documents to him with a slight frown.

That was the only month they got along well. Zhou Yancheng said that he and Xu Yuefeng were getting a divorce. He Yanming knew it shouldn't be, but his heart was touched.

Zhou Yancheng made a choice between his marriage and him, and He Yan knew how much he would pay for it, the rumors and rumors from the outside world, the unforgiveness of his family, the fluctuations in the stock prices of Zhou and Xu's two companies, the sky-high alimony...

He Yan asked him: "Have you thought about it? Are you sure?"

Zhou Yancheng laughed out loud: "Why do you look like that host of Jingdu TV, then do I still have the chance to ask for help to answer questions outside the venue?"

He Yanzhengse: "Don't be kidding, this is a very important life choice for you."

"I'm sure," Zhou Yancheng hugged him and said, "If I don't divorce for a day, you will feel guilty, and you will want to leave me. Yanyan, I don't have any three views. It's just a contract, but I know you can't do it, I divorced for you, you have to remember, treat me better in the future."

"Do you know?" Zhou Yancheng hugged him like a doll, kept shaking He Yan, and kept saying, "You have to be nicer to me, better..."

He Yan lowered his eyes and nodded for a while.

During that time, He Yan was extraordinarily docile, and he almost let Zhou Yancheng get what he wanted. Even though he knew that this was Zhou Yancheng's office, and that the assistant secretary and managers of various departments might come in at any time, he still sat obediently on Zhou Yancheng's lap, reading every word carefully, meeting each word. When it came to places with ambiguous meanings, even the punctuation was read out to Zhou Yancheng, which made Zhou Yancheng giggle.

"If you laugh again, I won't read it anymore, you can read it yourself." He Yan pursed his lips and glared at him.

"But my eyes hurt. I haven't stopped reading the documents all morning before you came." Zhou Yancheng put his head on He Yan's shoulder, pouted, and looked at He Yan's profile.

"You can use the electronic version, there is software to read it."

"That voice is like a robot, how can you read it so well!"

He Yan rolled his eyes: "You really...why are you so picky?"

"Because I want the best in everything," Zhou Yancheng kissed He Yan's cheek, his voice was low and bewitching, "You are the best."

The document slipped and scattered A4 papers all over the floor.

Zhou Yancheng's hands tightly wrapped around He Yan's waist, and he closed his eyes and kissed very intently. He Yan's body was forced to keep leaning back. His slender neckline had a perfect curvature, and Zhou Yancheng liked to kiss his neck the most.

He Yan leaned back completely and fell on the carpet. Zhou Yancheng's hands rested on his cheeks. He Yan fell into his eyes inadvertently, and his whole heart trembled. Zhou Yancheng's eyes were like a net, firmly grasping the He was tied inside, like a deep pool, and He Yan sank into it.

Outside the door, there was the sound of high-heeled footsteps of the staff, the continuous ringing of landline phones, and many people talking and shouting. It was the first time that He Yan agreed to Zhou Yancheng in such an environment.

Ever since he got to know Zhou Yancheng, a thick wall made of solid ice has been erected in his heart. On one side of the wall is his resistance and disgust towards Zhou Yancheng, and on the other side is his obsession with Zhou Yancheng's compromise. But at this moment, He Yan knew that the ice wall had collapsed.No matter which Zhou Yancheng it is, it is He Yan's Zhou Yancheng, only his Zhou Yancheng.

"Zhou Yancheng..." He Yan panted, and asked with difficulty, "Why..."

"What why?" Zhou Yancheng's voice was even hoarse than his, with a joyous ferocity and forbearance.

"Why... choose me..."

"Little idiot, do you know that I..."

Zhou Yancheng's voice stopped abruptly, replaced by deeper movements to stop all thoughts of He Yan.

Do you know what?He Yan frowned, do you know what?

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"Along, along..."

He Yan opened his eyes suddenly, Zhou Yancheng was shaking his shoulders, looking at him worriedly.

"Zhou Yancheng?" He Yan sat up, his mind was confused for a moment, and it took him a while to remember that he was attacked after get off work, and then fell asleep when he arrived at the hotel with Zhou Yancheng.

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so red and your forehead is full of sweat. Did you get a fever from the rain? Let's take your temperature." Zhou Yancheng took out the thermometer from the first aid kit.

He Yan wiped his forehead, wet under his palms, the quilt on his body slipped down when he raised his hands, and the wind poured into his nightgown, he was so cold that he realized that it was not only on his forehead, but also on his chest. The back is full of dense sweat.

"I don't have a fever." He Yan gathered his nightgown, and uncomfortably pushed away the thermometer that Zhou Yancheng handed over, "What time is it? Did your bodyguard bring the clothes?"

Zhou Yancheng pursed his lips, and answered the wrong question: "It's raining harder and harder outside."

"Don't play these childish tricks anymore, don't say that rain is a knife, as long as you say a word, your bodyguard will give you clothes!" He Yan said impatiently, "What about my bag? Give me the phone, I will call people."

"It's already three o'clock in the morning, who do you want to call? Your classmates can't come out, everyone in your company should also rest!" Zhou Yancheng didn't care about He Yan's attitude towards him anymore, anyway, He Yan is now There is nowhere to go in this room, not to mention throwing a face, even if He Yan stabbed him now, he would be happy.

He Yan raked his hair irritably, Zhou Yancheng carefully sat down on the armrest of the sofa, He Yan stared at him, touched his nose, and sat down on the carpet.

"Are you hungry? May I order something for you to eat?" Zhou Yancheng looked up at He Yan, who had been wheezing and wheezing in sleep before, his face was still flushed, and there was a bunch of small hair standing tall in the middle of his head. Very cute, Zhou Yancheng looked very happy, his expression was so happy that he could only whistle.

"why are you laughing?"

Zhou Yancheng immediately put away his smile and lowered his head.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, He Yan became even more irritable. The dream just now reminded him of the memories he had deliberately buried in his previous life. Zhou Yancheng is so good at playing hypocrisy!

Zhou Yancheng was keenly aware of He Yan's emotions, and moved a little further away from the sofa in a daze.

There was the sound of rain outside the house, and there were only two people in the house breathing one after another.

Suddenly someone's stomach buzzed, and the two looked at each other.

The blush that had just disappeared on He Yan's fair face reappeared, Zhou Yancheng held back a smile and said, "It's my stomach that is growling, shall we eat something?"

Although he was asking questions, he had already stood up and called the hotel's room service.

As Zhou Yancheng walked, the slender and muscular legs under the nightgown wandered in He Yan's sight, which made He Yan inevitably annoyed again. He had too many familiar memories of Zhou Yancheng, good and bad, but the most was The bodies of the two are entangled, whether it is passionate or violent or lingering, every clip and every picture makes He Yan feel like he is on top of cooking oil at this time.

Every conversation and every meeting with Zhou Yancheng made He Yan feel heart-piercing, let alone co-existing in such a quiet and ambiguous hotel room!

He Yan took a deep breath and tapped his forehead with his fingers. He got up from the sofa and looked out at the rainy street outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room. The fine rain was lingering and dancing under the dim light. He Yan stared blankly for a while , until Zhou Yancheng's figure was reflected on the window.