Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 45
Song Yanchu's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it didn't look like he was talking to Zhou Hao again, but more like talking to himself.

Zhou Hao looked at her silently, his eyes were tender and distressed.

The hand was tightly held by Song Yanchu, and Zhou Hao's fingers squeezed hard to hold Song Yanchu back.

He said softly, "Xiao Song, I didn't ask you to pay it back."

Song Yanchu was lying on the dining table, her red lips glowed seductively, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Xiao Song?"

Zhou Hao looked at her, called her one, two, three, and finally smiled helplessly, got up, picked her up from the seat, and went to the guest room.

The woman's body is very soft in her arms, especially Song Yanchu's body is still hot after drinking.

The horizontal embrace made the two of them very close, and Song Yanchu's alcohol-smelling breath sprayed on Zhou Hao's chest, causing the man's heartbeat to gradually become disordered.

Walking into the bedroom, Zhou Hao carefully placed the person on the bed, staring at Song Yanchu's drunken face, his Adam's apple rolled around, dry and thirsty.

And Song Yanchu on the bed didn't know why, his whole body was hot, and he unconsciously turned off the air conditioner on his body, breathing with his mouth open.

Standing by the bed, Zhou Hao's eyes sank as he watched her move, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath. He leaned over and kissed her slightly parted lips.

"Um……"

Ever since he used Chen Musi as an excuse to kiss her in the Green Club, the man missed this smell for a long time.

The deeper you fall, the faster your heart beats.

When Zhou Hao grabbed Song Yanchu's shoulders and tried to press them down, Song Yanchu suddenly woke up, his eyes moist and innocent, and he pushed him weakly a few times.

"Xiao Song..." Zhou Hao's heart tightened, and he let go of her lips, with tension in his deep eyes.

The two looked at each other, and their breathing stopped for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Yanchu turned his head, turned his eyes away from the man, and closed his eyes again.

"..."

Zhou Hao froze where he was, not knowing whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

After waiting for a while, Song Yanchu's breathing gradually stabilized.

Zhou Hao looked at her silently, pinched the corner of the quilt for her, turned off the light and closed the door when he went out.

Back in the dining room, the man quietly cleaned up the dishes on the dining table and took them to the kitchen to clean them up.

Afterwards, Zhou Hao entered the study and closed the door behind him.

There is a small drawer on the left side of the desk, and there is only an old mobile phone in it.

Zhou Hao took it out, clicked on the photo album, there was a photo album called Little Sun, and every photo in it had Song Yanchu in it.

Their high school students are not allowed to bring mobile phones, but because Zhou Wentao donated a lot of money to the school, his grades are among the best, even if the teacher knew that he brought a mobile phone in class, he just turned a blind eye.

At that time, Song Yanchu was lively like a little sun, no matter when he was surrounded by many friends.

Among these photos, only one is a solo photo of Song Yanchu.

Zhou Hao stopped when he reached that finger.

In the photo, Song Yanchu was wearing a blue and white summer school uniform, her jet-black hair was tied high into a ponytail, and she had a sweet smile on her face, tilting her head and making comparisons.

Thinking of that time, Zhou Hao's eyes were deep.

The high school lunch break was boring and irritable, the sun was poisonous and hot, and the classroom was as hot as a steamer, and Cicada was babbling on the big tree and making a long sound.

He took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag to read the message Wen Min sent him back, only to see "Mom is busy, you can find your dad if you need something." His eyes were lost and lonely.

I typed back and forth several times in the text message box, and finally replied with "OK."

This time, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Song Yanchu stood outside the window with a smile on his face, whispering, "Bring your phone, I'm going to tell the teacher!"

At that time, not long after he transferred, many people in the class didn't know each other, but they knew her name.

Her name is Song Yanchu.

"up to you."

The girl leaned her slender elbows on the window sill and rested her chin on her palm, "Your phone is new, right? If you take two photos for me, I won't tell the teacher, how about it?"

He was silent, looked at the eagerness on Song Yanchu's face, and gave her the phone.

Song Yanchu looked on both sides of the corridor, but he didn't see any teacher, so he hid in the classroom with a cat's body, squatted in the back of the classroom with his mobile phone, and took pictures with his mobile phone.

"Are you alright? The dean is here!"

When Song Yanchu heard this, she immediately hid the phone, stuffed it into the palm of his hand, and returned to her seat.

After lunch break, a bottle of Coke suddenly appeared on his desk.

Song Yanchu smiled and said, "I invite you! Do you know my name? My name is Song Yanchu."

Since then, Song Yanchu has often appeared in his sight, called him brother and brother, asked him to help with homework, help carry hot water, and help line up for meals.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Hao exited the photo album and clicked on the only recording in his phone.

In the recording, Song Yanchu was impassioned, "Zhou Hao, if you still like me after seven years, I will marry you!"

After playing it in a loop several times, the man turned off the phone again and put it back to its original position.

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When Song Yanchu woke up, she felt dizzy and nauseous.

After taking a bath in the bathroom, he felt much more refreshed. When he came out of the room, Zhou Hao was no longer at home. There was a simple sandwich and a glass of milk on the dining table.

Song Yanchu walked over naturally, took a sip of milk, and sat down to eat breakfast.

The phone on the coffee table rang, and Yu Xia called.

Song Yanchu wiped her hands, went over to pick it up, "Aren't you filming today?"

"Xiao Song, did you have a fork with Mr. Zhou for 100 million?"

Chacha oh oh?

Song Yanchu's unfinished sandwich got stuck in his throat, and he coughed a few times, "What nonsense are you talking about so early in the morning?"

Yu Xia on the opposite side was a little excited, but there seemed to be someone next to him. He coughed and continued to ask, "You're keeping it from me, tell me quickly, what's it like to be with a hunk, um, I had a sex scene recently, and I want to act realistically." Be smooth."

"Try it with a man, how would I know!" Song Yanchu patted his chest and swallowed the sandwich in his throat.

"You haven't told me the truth. I called you last night, but it was Zhou Hao who answered the phone. They said you were asleep and asked me what's the matter."

"A woman like you who doesn't sleep until the early morning, fell asleep at eleven o'clock at night?"

"I always keep my mobile phone close to me, how come Zhou Hao can still answer your phone when he's asleep, you must be sleeping on the same bed."

"..." Song Yanchu's mind suddenly flashed a classic image of the famous Detective Conan. There is only one truth, but that face was replaced by Yu Xia's.

"It's inevitable to fall in love with each other for a long time. You two have lived together for two months. How can it be possible that nothing will happen to the lonely man and widow, unless it is Zhou Hao... no."

When Song Yanchu woke up in the morning, she was wearing the same clothes as last night, and she had no symptoms other than dizziness and nausea.

She knew that Zhou Hao carried her back to the room, but Zhou Hao couldn't?

Zhou Hao's stern and handsome face flashed in Song Yanchu's mind, with his already muscular figure.

Such a strong man, no?
A thought flashed through her mind, and she shook her head immediately.

"Xiao Song, what are you talking about?" Yu Xia waited for a while, but didn't hear Song Yanchu's reply, and suspected that the signal at the shooting site had broken down again.

"He's a decent person, don't think too much." Song Yanchu was speechless, returned the phone to the dining table, took two sips of milk, "I was drunk last night, my phone was on the coffee table in the living room, Zhou Hao just answered your call."

"You're drunk, nothing happened to you?" Yu Xia exclaimed.

Song Yanchu's face darkened, and he emphasized, "Put away your rich imagination, he is a serious person!"

　Mr. Zhou: A decent person can’t stand teasing

　　
　
(End of this chapter)