The president is cold during the day and wants a baby at night

Chapter 95 Liars
Yan Zichen let her beat him.It doesn't hurt anyway.

"Who said it was once, liar."

"I said once, and it never stopped."

"Aha...you bullied me." An Yinluo's aggrieved fist hit Yan Zichen's chest.

Yan Zichen took her into his arms.

"Okay, I was wrong. I promise to be nicer to you next time."

"There will be another time. Impossible!"

Yan Zichen stroked her shoulder lightly, "Okay, don't be sad. I've prepared breakfast for you.

I asked Dachun to prepare the car, and I will leave after breakfast with you. "

Hearing that Yan Zichen was leaving, An Yinluo was willing to give up.

She raised her aggrieved eyes to stare at the man.

"You go get me my clothes. Let's go down to breakfast."

Yan Zichen sucked her, "Yeah."

The two of them hadn't finished their breakfast before spring came.

"Mr. Yan, you are on the nine o'clock plane."

Yan Zichen glanced at the famous watch on his wrist.

"Oh, I see."

Dachun wisely took the suitcase that Yan Zichen had already prepared and went out to wait for him.

Yan Zichen didn't leave, she drove him away every day.

She really had to go, but she still couldn't bear it.My heart is sour.The nose is also itchy.

Tears rolled in the eyes.

"Go, I won't see you off."

An Yinluo pretended not to care, and ate the sandwich with big mouthfuls.

How could Yan Zichen let her go.

Get up from the chair and come to her.

He lifted her up from the chair effortlessly.

"What's the matter? You don't want me to go. You said let me stay with you. I won't go."

An Yinluo is not willing to say.

Sister Jin said that the children also miss him very much.The old lady is not in good health.How could she bear to occupy him alone?
So selfish.

An Yinluo buried her face in his chest, "Let's go."

When she spoke, her voice trembled.

Yan Zichen is very nostalgic for such an embrace.

He has gradually gotten used to these days with her.

He couldn't bear to leave her.

If possible, he really wanted to turn her into a piece of candy, so that he could take her with him wherever he went.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

An Yinluo urged in a low voice again.

"I won't see you off. I'm afraid I'll cry. How embarrassing."

Yan Zichen took a deep breath, and finally kissed her deeply.Then, he turned around and strode towards the entrance.

An Yinluo turned his back to him, not looking at him.

She thought she wouldn't feel bad if she didn't look at him.

won't cry.

However, she was wrong.

After hearing the sound of the brown-red solid wood door closing.

She still cried out.

She turned and ran to the French windows.

Yan Zichen had already arrived in front of the car.

Dachun opened the rear door for him.

Yan Zichen paused.

To turn back or not to turn back.He hesitated.

Looking back, he was afraid that seeing An Yinluo's face in tears, he would not be able to bear it, and would not leave.

Without looking back, I wanted to take another look at her.

This tangled and complicated mood disrupted his whole heart.

"President Yan, please."

In the end, it was Dachun who made the decision for him.

Yan Zichen still didn't look back, and leaned over to get into the car.Dachun closed the car door.

Dachun trotted around the rear of the car and got on the car.

Watching the luxury car start, An Yinluo slumped down after slowly leaving his sight, squatting in a corner of the floor-to-ceiling window.The body curled up, put his hands on his knees, and buried his face in it.

She thought that if she didn't send him off, she wouldn't cry, but she overestimated herself and underestimated the position of a man in her heart.

Yan Zichen sat in the car.

Sitting on the car seat with a straight back, one hand restlessly reached into the pocket of his trousers, and the other bent to lean on the car window.

His deep eyes flickered.Looking out of the car window, I have no intention of admiring the passing street view.

He could even guess that at this moment, An Yinluo was crouching in the corner and crying.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

His thoughts brought him back to two years ago.

That day was Kong Lanxin's memorial day.He sat in front of Lin Yuan's tombstone in the heavy rain and got drunk.

On that day, An Yinluo safely gave birth to three children for him.

When he walked through the gate of hell, he was not with him.

The next day, what kind of mood did he use to leave Cheng En, Cheng Nian, and embarked on the plane leaving his hometown with An Yi in his arms.

That mood is hopeless, or helpless.or...

Yan Zichen couldn't understand it.

Only, after falling in love.You will regret the decision you made in the first place.

In the past two years, An Yinluo has suffered and suffered.

He swore to make up for it with the rest of his life.

"Lolo, Lolo, we're back. See what delicious food I brought you?"

It was past six o'clock in the evening when Bai Xiaoxian returned to the villa.

As she ran upstairs, she called An Yinluo.

"Luo Luo, I'm coming in!" Bai Xiaoxian held several bags of chestnuts in his hand.She called her when she entered the door, but there was still no response.

what's the situation?Why don't you turn on the light.

Bai Xiaoxian turned on the bedroom light.At a glance, An Yinluo was lying sideways on the bed covered with a quilt.

"What's the situation? It's not time to go to bed yet. What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Bai Xiaoxian walked quickly to the bed.Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out to comfort Yin Luo's plump forehead.

"It's not hot. Lolo, what's wrong with you?"

An Yinluo turned her back to her, refusing to face her.

He didn't reply to Bai Xiaoxian's words either.

Bai Xiaoxian became impatient, she jumped over An Yinluo, and helped her up from the bed.

"Why are you crying? Why don't you say something?

Did the big ice cube bully you? "

An Yinluo shook his head, and wiped away the tears that slid down his cheeks with a wave of his hand.

"That's right, he's gone, and I feel bad.

You said that before you got on good terms with him, you felt uncomfortable when you saw him.With him here, I can't wait for him to leave immediately.

Now, we are together, but we are reluctant to let him go.

I'm, here, stuck in a panic. "An Yinluo patted his chest while crying.

Bai Xiaoxian took her into his arms and comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry. I can understand your mood at the moment.

Well, stop crying.You think so.In ten days, you will meet again in ten days.

When we meet again, we will never be apart.

Wang Zhen is still waiting for us downstairs.

I bought you a lot of delicious food.

Come on, stop crying.I'll accompany you to the bathroom to wash your face. "

An Yinluo wiped away her tears, and shrugged her thin shoulders.My heart is still very sad.

Yan Zichen just got off the plane.Lu Zhijian took the suitcase over.

"Boss Yan, is everything going well there? Miss An is in good health." Lu Zhijian asked with a smile.

After he finished asking, the next moment he noticed that Yan Zichen's face was ugly.

His deep eyes were a little red.

what happened?Yan never slept well.

Lu Zhijian was already used to Yan Zichen's indifference.

After getting in the car.Yan Zichen took out his phone.Looking at the time above, I don't know if she has slept at this time.

I was tossed by him all night last night, so I should rest now.

Yan Zichen looked at the familiar number on the phone, hesitated for a while, and then called.

This side just called, and the next second the other side answered.

"Are you home?" An Yinluo's voice became hoarse when he spoke.

At this moment, An Yinluo was sitting in the living room chatting with Wang Zhen and Bai Xiaoxian.Her cell phone was always in her hand.I was afraid that Yan Zichen would call her after getting off the plane, but she wouldn't be able to answer it.

Yan Zichen frowned, his eyes sank, "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?

An Yinluo, the first thing to do every morning is to check the weather forecast.

Then match what kind of clothes you should wear today. "

An Yinluo nestled on the sofa in frustration.Listening to the man's exhortation, I felt even more depressed.

She was used to Yan Zichen taking care of her during this time.

There are also domineering exhortations every day.

"I don't have a cold. I just have a scratchy throat."

Yan Zichen paused.

"Crying."

(End of this chapter)