Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 76

Seeing the gentle smile on her face, Zhou Hao felt very healed, as if it had warmed his heart.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his voice was low, "Xiao Song, I'm different from you."

"Different? What's the difference?" Song Yanchu was puzzled.

"You are a relative, he is just my father."

Relatives, those are the people who give each other their sincerity and affection, and take it to heart.

But Zhou Wentao did not, his sincerity and affection gave him another son.

Song Yanchu was also taken aback for a moment, then said softly, "That's not the point."

"The point is, I'll be by your side."

Zhou Hao clenched his fists and looked out the window calmly.

As for anything related to Song Yanchu, his heartbeat was abnormal.

Song Yanchu didn't hear the man's response, and Song Yanchu felt a little embarrassed, his cheeks became slightly hot, "My studio's harvest is not good, and I don't have operating funds."

"If the 570 million is not paid back, our agreement... just continue."

Zhou Hao's throat was itchy, his Adam's apple rolled around, and he let out a low "um".

Back at the apartment, Song Yanchu went directly to his room.

Zhou Hao went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. He was a little hungry and wanted to cook some noodles, so he knocked on the door of Song Yanchu's bedroom.

"What's the matter?" The voice inside seemed a little far away, like in the bathroom.

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat noodles?"

"I took a shower and I'm not too hungry."

"Okay then." The man replied warmly, took two eggs from the refrigerator, and made a random bowl of egg noodles.

After eating and washing the dishes, I went back to the master bedroom to take a shower.

Today is indeed tiring. Even though he doesn't have deep feelings for Zhou Wentao, he is still his father no matter what.

He doesn't want anything to happen to him.

During the operation, his spirit was also tense.

At this moment, the spirit is slightly relaxed, and fatigue strikes.

He took a set of pajamas from the closet and went to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower to let the shower pour over his head.

Closing my eyes, many things flashed through my mind like pictures, including things about the company and the hospital.

After showering for a long time, Zhou Hao wiped off the water droplets on his face, took a deep breath, and squeezed out the body wash and shampoo.

After taking a shower, he wiped his hair casually with a towel. When the water stopped dripping, he threw the towel on the sofa, and went out to pour a glass of warm water.

When he came back, his eyes fell on the bed, and Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment.

Song Yanchu was watched by him, wrapped in the quilt and shrunk in, her exposed face was blushing, and she whispered, "Didn't you say... to sleep in the master bedroom?"

Zhou Hao swallowed, and closed the door with his backhand, "Well, going to bed so early?"

Song Yanchu misinterpreted what he meant, and her blushing cheeks became hot immediately, avoiding his dark gaze, "You have to go to the company tomorrow, and your father will go to the hospital to take care of you when he wakes up, go to bed early!"

Zhou Hao had already walked to the bed, put the cup on the bedside table, lifted the quilt and prepared to go to bed.

Song Yanchu pressed the corner of the quilt and frowned, "Why don't you blow your hair?"

hair?

Zhou Hao touched it with his hand, but it was still clammy.

On weekdays, he sleeps alone, and it will dry after a short time.

Staring at Song Yanchu's gentle eyes, Zhou Hao nodded, "Forget it, go now."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to the bathroom to dry his hair with a hair dryer.

Men's hair is short, and it dries quickly when the hot air blows.

Song Yanchu watched Zhou Hao come back, moved his body and fell asleep inside.

The bed in the master bedroom is softer and bigger than the bed she used to sleep on.When she thought she was going to roll out of the bed, she turned sideways and saw that there was still a wide space, so she blushed and moved to the side again.

Seeing her little movements, Zhou Hao felt his heart heat up.

Put the slippers on the bed, and turned off the light.

His vision suddenly darkened, Song Yanchu grabbed the quilt and stared at the ceiling.

There is a unique smell in Zhou Hao's quilt, which is faint and pleasant.

Both lay flat on their backs, and neither spoke.

Song Yanchu closed her eyes for a while, although it was almost four o'clock in the morning, she couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe the bed was changed.

"You poured water in just now, do you still want to drink water at night?"

The person next to him moved, and Song Yanchu felt Zhou Hao turn over, his body became slightly stiff, and then he heard a low male voice, "No."

"Then what are you doing with a glass of water?"

Zhou Hao put his hand lightly on Song Yanchu's waist, feeling her discomfort, but he didn't feel any resistance.

So, around the man's arm, Song Yanchu rolled into his arms together with the quilt.

The man's voice was close to her ear, and as soon as he spoke, hot air entered the ear, which was crisp and itchy, and flowed through the whole body like an electric current.

"Prepare to take medicine."

"Do you want to take sleeping pills?" Song Yanchu asked softly, she remembered the sleeping pills in the drawer when she helped Zhou Hao get the medicine last time.

Song Yanchu only heard the man chuckle, and then wet and hot kisses fell on his forehead.

The man's hand also moved slowly.

"Well, I was going to eat it, but I don't need to eat it now."

"..."

Song Yanchu was speechless, her lips were completely blocked by the man.

Gradually, even the sound of panting became blushing and heartbeating.

When the room returned to calm again, Song Yanchu seemed to hear birdsong.

She curled up sleepily in Zhou Hao's arms, and asked in a low voice, "What time is it, I have to go to the studio tomorrow..."

Zhou Hao patted her on the back and coaxed her gently, "It's still early, go to sleep."

The man's voice seemed to cast a spell. After hearing a few words, Song Yanchu fell asleep.

So familiar that I didn't even have a dream.

Zhou Hao heard the soft snoring in his arms, kissed her on the forehead softly, and hugged her soft body tightly.

……

When Song Yanchu woke up, the room was very bright.

Zhou Hao wasn't in the bedroom, she touched the phone on the bedside table and saw it was ten fifty!

Sitting up suddenly, the quilt on his body slipped off, a chill came over him, and goose bumps appeared on his body.

She hugged the quilt, and there were several shallow hickey marks on her shoulder blades, which made people blush.

It was almost noon when she arrived at the studio, and she still had a class in the morning.

"Sister Song, why are you here so early?" Xie Wen, who was on duty, greeted with a smile.

Song Yanchu took a breath, she ran over from the subway station, "I still have a class in the morning, have the students left now?"

"Isn't it changed to next week?"

"Changed?" Song Yanchu asked suspiciously, "When did you change it?"

Xie Wen said: "It was Zheng Shuangshuang who said that Mr. Zhou called this morning and said that you are not feeling well, and today's class is scheduled for next week."

"Oh, I see." Song Yanchu nodded awkwardly, and went to her desk.

"Zizi—" The phone vibrated a few times.

WeChat pop-up message.

Zhou Hao: [Should I wake up? 】

Zhou Hao: [My dad is awake, are you going to the hospital this afternoon? 】

Song Yanchu replied: [Go. 】

Zhou Hao: [Then I will come back to pick you up later. 】

Song Yanchu: [I've already arrived at the studio... Mr. Zhou. 】

Zhou Hao: […]

Song Yanchu scrolled up the chat history, and found that Zhou Hao sent her a message at seven o'clock.

[I've asked for leave for you, you don't have to go to the studio in the morning, take a good rest. 】

She was in such a hurry that she didn't pay attention to the information.

Song Yanchu was a little angry, [I'd better go back to sleep! 】

(End of this chapter)