Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 2
Zhou Hao's steady heartbeat seemed to be stabbed by a thin thorn, and he jumped very high.

He frowned, bent over to help her, and said in a cold voice, "Should I also kneel down for you, husband and wife worship?"

Song Yanchu's leg numbness hadn't passed yet. She was wearing professional attire, a black hip-wrapping skirt, and when she fell down, her knees were on the ground. Immediately, her knees were red and painful.

"I..." Her cheeks were hot, which was really embarrassing.

Zhou Hao saw the red marks on her knees, and the fine sand was sunk into the white and tender skin. His eyes deepened, and he saw that the high heels on her feet were very unpleasant.

Zhang Chengma said: "Mr. Zhou, there is a medical kit in the trunk."

"Take it out." Zhou Hao looked at Zhang Cheng, gave him the umbrella in his hand, and lowered the hand that was originally on Song Yanchu's arm, firmly hugging Song Yanchu's waist, and easily picked him up. Go to the purple bamboo forest.

This woman weighs about ninety pounds.

"welcome……"

"Box."

The waiter choked on Zhou Hao's icy gaze, and immediately led him to a box on the second floor, while Zhang Cheng followed behind with a medical kit.

Zhou Hao put Song Yanchu on the chair and squatted down to look at the injury on her knee. Zhang Cheng took a cotton swab and disinfectant from the medical kit and handed it to Zhou Hao. Zhou Hao looked up at Song Yanchu, "Be patient."

"Well, I'll do it myself."

"........."

Zhou Hao glanced at her displeased.

"It's fine if I do it myself, it's just a little bit of skin damage, it doesn't matter." Song Yanchu's cheeks were flushed, his eyes secretly shy, and he insisted on taking the cotton swab and disinfectant from the man's hand.

She was wearing a short skirt, and Zhou Hao and Zhang Chengcheng were squatting in front of her, which could easily be seen from this angle.

"I'll help you, you're afraid of pain and you won't be able to clean it up." Zhou Hao disagreed.

Zhang Cheng was very clever. Seeing Song Yanchu glance at him, he immediately coughed and stood up, taking a few steps back.

"I'm not afraid of pain." Song Yanchu turned her body slightly, dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant and began to gently wipe the wound on her knee.In fact, it's not that serious, it's just that some broken sand is embedded in the flesh, and it hasn't bleed much, just wash it with disinfectant water and it will be fine.

Zhou Hao stood up with a straight face, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and rolled his eyes, "What do you want to eat?"

“Shrimp Bibimbap.”

Zhou Hao returned the menu to the waiter, and said lightly, "Two servings of fresh shrimp bibimbap, and a bottle of milk."

Zhang Cheng went out with the waiter.

Only Zhou Hao and Song Yanchu were left in the box. Song Yanchu cleaned up the wound on his knee, put the disinfectant and cotton swabs back into the medical box, and smiled at the man: "Thank you."

Zhou Hao stared at her, "You used to be in terrible pain."

Song Yanchu was stunned for a moment, her gaze was dull for a moment.

What he said should have been seven years ago, and the memory is really far away, "The little girl was hypocritical back then, but she is not hypocritical now."

Zhou Hao poured her a glass of boiled water and sat down in silence.

He actually wanted to ask, since time has changed his habits, do he still like the person he liked before?

The man looked down and landed on her high heels, and said in a flat voice, "I don't like women's high heels longer than three centimeters, and I won't be allowed to wear them in the future."

Song Yanchu looked down at her high heels, seven centimeters.

She shrank her legs, with a smile on her face: "Well, good."

As a wife, if her husband doesn't like it, of course she can't do it.

What's more, they didn't like to marry each other, but because her company went bankrupt and her father needed high surgery fees, Zhou Hao came to her as a savior, repaying her debts and paying for the surgery.

His only condition is to marry her.

So in this marriage, Song Yanchu had no room to bargain, and could only obey.

(End of this chapter)