Landing On My Heart

If it wasn't for a sudden illness, Zheng You'an would not have returned to China early.

She came back in a hurry and didn't tell anyone. She was only accompanied by her assistant, and she was a person who was moving when she went out. There were two carts piled up with big boxes and small boxes. Assistant Pei Qing was too busy, so she gave her a helping hand. All the way out of the airport, she was relieved when the driver came to pick her up.

The airport was still brightly lit at three o'clock in the morning, Zheng Youan got into the car, his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift it up, he put on a blindfold and prepared to go back to sleep.

Pei Qing took out the medicine, unscrewed the mineral water, and said, "An'an, take the medicine."

Zheng Youan's hands were sore and he couldn't lift it up, so he opened his mouth in response.

Pei Qing fed the medicine into her mouth, and said: "Swallow it yourself, I can't help you with this."

Zheng You'an didn't speak. After a while, Pei Qing saw her throat move.

After the car drove out of the airport, the driver turned around and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zheng Youan closed his eyes and said weakly: "What time is it?"

"Four o'clock."

"It's four o'clock... let's go to Bo Cui Tian Chen."

The house in Bo Cuitianchen was a gift from Zheng Taichu to Zheng Youan when she got married.

At first, Zheng Youan didn't understand why she gave her an apartment in the suburbs, but this year of married life made her understand the deep meaning.

"Wait." Pei Qing glanced at the phone and said, "The heating at Bo Cuitianchen is broken. The property management sent me a message last night, saying that it was repaired at noon today."

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the car was quiet for a few seconds.

"An'an? An'an?" Pei Qing shook Zheng Youan's arm, "Asleep?"

"Huh...?" Zheng You'an hiccuped in a daze, "Oh, I heard that just now, let's go back to my parents' house then."

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and there was another voice behind him.

"Forget it, don't bother them."

"That……?"

The driver looked up slowly in the rearview mirror.

Pei Qing raised his hand, "Let's go to Hongzhao Bay."

The villa over Hongzhao Bay is Zheng Youan and Yan An's wedding room.

However, the number of times she has lived in the past can be counted on the fingers.

It is estimated that Yan An is also.

Five o'clock in the morning is the darkest time of the day.

The black commercial vehicle slowly stopped at the door under the pale streetlights. A man and a woman got out of the car and opened the trunk. Their movements were careful not to make a sound, as if they were thieves.

"Don't move yet." Zheng You'an said, "Just give me my personal items. You go back to rest first, and send your things to Bo Cui Tian Chen tomorrow and then pick me up." -

When Yan An came out of the shower, it was already dawn, but the blackout curtains in the bedroom were drawn, so there was no light to be seen.

He came back from Europe in the afternoon, and the jet lag was not reversed. He drank some wine with a few friends, and the conversation reached this point before he knew it.

The room was quiet, as usual.

The moment she lay down on the bed, Yan An felt a light fragrance around her.

But with the alcohol in his mind, he didn't think much, he just felt that he was hallucinating.

The curtains are airtight, blocking the transfer of light and shadow, and the passage of time is no longer clear.

When the bedside alarm rang, I didn't know what time it was.

Until the two pairs of eyes opened and their eyes met.

The heating in the room is turned on enough, even breathing is scorching, not to mention the other party's body temperature is still conveyed in the quilt.

After three seconds of chaos in his mind, a scream pierced the sky.

"what!--"

Forget about screaming, Zheng Youan subconsciously kicked the person on the bed before stumbling out of bed.

Yan An snorted, sat up with her upper body half propped up, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

After another few seconds of silence, Zheng Youan calmed down and realized that the man in front of him was neither a thief nor a wild man, but her husband.

"When did you come back?"

The two spoke in unison.

Yan An rubbed her temples that ached from her stimulation, "Why didn't you say something in advance?"

"You weren't there when I came back."

Zheng Youan didn't notice at all that she didn't answer the question, she looked down, she was still wearing a lace suspender pajamas, while Yan An on the bed had her upper body naked|naked, as for whether her lower body was wearing anything, she couldn't see under the quilt, but since just now In terms of the touch of that foot, it seemed that he was not wearing pajama pants.

This scene reminded her of the night before she left the country.

The occurrence of that accident brought this "formal marriage" almost to a fork in the road.

Fortunately, Zheng Youan made a decisive decision the next morning before Yan An woke up and packed his luggage to go to North Africa before getting back on track.

Thinking of this, Zheng Youan felt relieved for his intelligence.

"I thought you lived in Mingchen's apartment."

"It is for living, but this house should be a little popular occasionally."

Yan An wanted to get up, but also thought that she was not wearing anything, so she pointed to the bathrobe on the hanger behind her, motioning for her to hand it to him.

Zheng Youan followed his fingers and looked back, understanding, took off his nightgown and wrapped himself up tightly.

Yan An took a deep breath after watching her whole set of smooth movements.

Okay.

Yan An glanced at her with his chin hooked, got up and got off the bed, and walked into the cloakroom in front of her.

When they came out again, both of them were well dressed.

Just sitting face to face and not knowing what to say.

"Aren't you coming back next month?"

Yan An was looking for someone to deliver food with her mobile phone, while talking, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." After Zheng You'an finished speaking, he remembered that Pei Qing was about to pick her up and leave.

But Yan An obviously already arranged lunch and put the phone on the table.

Zheng You'an thought for a while, and sent a message to Pei Qing: Come pick me up if you're not busy, wait for me to have lunch, come at two o'clock.

"I'm not feeling well, come back and take a rest."

Zheng Youan said neither salty nor light.

"Uncomfortable?" Yan An raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I have a cold." Zheng Youan hiccuped while talking, "I feel like I can't sleep every day."

"have you seen a doctor?"

"Look, it's nothing serious. It should be because I've been too tired recently and haven't had a good rest."

"Then rest at home during this time."

"Oh, I see."

Such conversations often occur between the two.

Zheng You'an remembered that she was sick and hospitalized before, and Uncle Yan brought Yan An to see her, and he also said: "Take a good rest."

After all, Zheng Youan has known Yan An since she was 12 years old. She had just entered junior high school, and Yan An had already graduated from high school. To her, they are people from two different worlds.

She yearns and looks up to the life of an adult, and Yan An naturally treats her like a little sister.

After dinner, at exactly two o'clock, Pei Qing didn't come in and sent a text message to Zheng Youan.

"Then I'll go first." Zheng Youan got up and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "By the way, I brought you a gift back, but the luggage has already been sent to Bo Cuitianchen, I will send someone to deliver it to you later come on."

Yan An put down the knife and fork in her hand, and looked up at her.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go back to Bo Cui Tian Chen." Zheng You'an finished explaining the matter, picked up the bag, and waved to Yan'an, "Then eat slowly."

But just as she turned around, her wrist was grabbed.

"Didn't I let you rest at home?"

"Ok?"

Zheng You'an turned to look at Yan'an, and gradually understood what he meant in his eyes.

"Do you live here?"

Yan An: "Otherwise?"

Zheng You'an thought about it too, she came back from illness this time, if she went back to live in Bo Cuitianchen alone, she would feel distressed to let her family know.

"Okay, I'll have my luggage brought over."

After she finished speaking, she went upstairs with her mobile phone. Yan An looked at her back with dim eyes.

He didn't understand what Zheng Youan was thinking.

After that night, when he woke up and learned that his wife had flown out of Asia, he was really angry.

He even wanted to see if there was any prostitution left by this woman on the bedside.

In fact, before that, the two had hardly lived together.

Coincidentally, every time they returned to this villa, the time was different. Last night was actually the second time they slept together on that bed.

"By the way." Zheng You'an walked halfway and turned back from the spiral staircase, "Brother Yan'an, which room do you sleep in? I'm sick, so give me the master bedroom. I think the sunlight in other rooms is not as good as the master bedroom."

Yan An tilted her head, raised her chin, and looked at her for several seconds.

Zheng You'an saw that he looked frightened, touched his cheek, and was about to speak, but heard him say: "Whatever you want."

Zheng Youan naturally lived in the master bedroom.

But at night when she was lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone, Yan An in her pajamas walked in.

Zheng Youan sat up in shock, "You—"

Yan An: "Have you taken your medicine?"

Seeing the water and medicine in Yan An's hands, Zheng You'an was stunned for a moment before saying, "Oh, I forgot."

Taking the water glass from Yan An's hand and just swallowing the medicine, Zheng You'an felt the other side of the bed collapse, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and almost choked herself to death.

"You, cough, cough, cough..."

Yan An had no choice but to straighten up and pat her on the back.

"No one will compete with you to drink medicine."

"No—" After finally being relieved, Zheng Youan's face turned red from coughing, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

Yan An's hand on her back froze, as if she didn't understand what she said, "I can't sleep here?"

"Of course you can, your name is written on the real estate certificate."

Zheng You'an didn't know what was wrong with what he said, anyway, Yan An didn't say anything, and turned her back to her and fell asleep.

Reaching out to press the floor lamp, Zheng You'an also lay down, but did not fall asleep for a long time.

Fortunately, Yan An didn't ask her why she left suddenly that day when she came back this time, otherwise she really didn't know how to explain it.

If she doesn't mention an urgent practice that requires her to save the earth from the arrival of aliens, I'm afraid she can't make up a convincing reason.

You can't tell him you're panicking.

Counting, they have been married for a year, and they have been conscientiously playing the game of plastic couples.

And that day was their wedding anniversary, she joked, why not drink a drink to celebrate.

In the end, Yan An agreed, and opened a bottle of preserved red wine.

The two chatted while drinking wine.

From the time we first met to the present, no one expected that they would appear on the same certificate as the other party.

What Yan An didn't even expect was that Zheng You'an's drinking capacity was just like this, his eyes blurred after three drinks, and he was lying on his shoulder and drinking like crazy.

But this younger sister is quite cute when she is drunk.

For a while, I will dance on the bed, and for a while, I will go downstairs to catch crickets on the lawn.

Of course, it was impossible for him to let her go downstairs at night, and he couldn't stop her, so he simply carried her into the room and closed the door to let her take a shower and sleep.

What happened later, Zheng Youan felt palpitations when thinking about it.

The reason for the palpitations is that she is very clear about her position in this marriage.

Once she's moved, it's over for her.

But that night, the only sliver of reason she had left preserved the sound of her heartbeat all night until the morning.

She's an adult, so she's a little confused about the difference between sex and love.

Because of this, she knew what it might mean for the continuation of that night's enjoyment and obsession.

So the next morning, she calmed down a bit in the panic, and sat on the bedside to book a flight ticket to Morocco for herself.

YES!Visa-free!

At least these three months of different places, she felt that the relationship between the two could go back to the way it was before.

Hehe Meimei looks like a married couple, I spend money to buy a camera to be happy, you can raise girls as you like, happy ho ho.

It is simply a great story in the world.

But apparently some people think otherwise.

When she turned over, she accidentally stretched her leg and bumped into the person next to her. A few seconds later, the temperature on her side was getting closer and closer.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Yan An was looking at her with her arms propped up.

The night is like water, but his eyes are bright.

"Why did you leave suddenly that day?"

The low voice at this moment is very similar to when he spoke in her ear that night.

Zheng Youan blinked, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Because you don't live well."

The author has something to say:

They shouldn't have much content, just take a look, anyway, Yan'an is doomed to be the worst in the book-