Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 77 How Long Do You Need?
The black car stopped at the door, Song Yanchu heard the sound of the car horn, and deliberately glanced to the other side.

"Sister Song, it seems that Mr. Zhou is here." Seeing that Song Yanchu was sitting at the desk without moving, Xie Wen looked at the car parked at the door and whispered something.

Song Yanchu blushed slightly, pretending to be busy flipping through the files on the computer desktop, and said casually, "I know, there are still some things I haven't finished."

Xie Wen nodded and looked at the door again.

Zhou Hao rolled down the car window, with a handsome and handsome profile, and a neat black suit on his body, meticulous, handsome and calm.

Xie Wen had envy in his eyes, and then he lowered his head and continued with his work.

Inside the car, Zhou Hao's slender fingers tapped the steering wheel several times regularly, but Song Yanchu still didn't come out.

In the past, when he came to pick up people, Song Yanchu came out as soon as the car stopped.

A trace of doubt flashed across Zhou Hao's eyes, and he took out his mobile phone from the hidden compartment.

There is an unread WeChat of Song Yanchu.

After reading it, the man's black eyes overflowed with a slight smile.

Opening the car door, Zhou Hao got out of the car, walked to Song Yanchu's desk, and said solemnly, "Mr. Song, how long will you be busy?"

"Hurry up, I'll turn off the computer!" Song Yanchu's face suddenly became hot, and he turned off the computer in a guilty conscience.

Xie Wen couldn't help snickering, Zhou Hao and Song Yanchu looked over.

Xie Wen was dumbfounded in embarrassment, and pursed his lips, "I saw a very funny joke just now, and I accidentally laughed out loud... Really!"

"I have something to do in the afternoon so I won't go back to the studio. When you get off work, you can help lock the door and clean up by the way." Song Yanchu handed the key to the studio door to Xie Wen, and went out with her bag.

Zhou Hao followed her and helped her close the passenger door.

After getting in the car, the man started the car, and the car drove on the street at a constant speed.

Zhou Hao Yuguang looked at Song Yanchu and remembered the last WeChat message, "Why do you want to move back?"

Song Yanchu tilted her head and looked out the window, seeing the street scene that was constantly regressing, her cheeks were slightly flushed, charming and unaware.

He replied stiffly, "I... I'm used to sleeping on the bed in the guest room, but the bed in the master bedroom is too soft, which affects my sleep."

Where is the bed affecting sleep.

Zhou Hao swallowed, held back the smile in his throat, and coaxed, "I'll get used to it after a few more sleeps. The guest room is for temporary guests, so it's inappropriate for you to occupy it."

"There are no guests at home." Song Yanchu retorted in a low voice. She had been sleeping for half a year, and she hadn't seen any overnight guests at home.

"There will be in the future." The man saw his tricks, and finally managed to fool him into sleeping in the master bedroom. How could he go back after sleeping for one night.

Don't say that you dare not dream like this at night, you can't even do it in daydreams.

Seeing that she couldn't win, Song Yanchu snorted towards the window.

……

When he arrived at the hospital ward, Dr. Huo Sen was helping Zhou Wentao to check him out.

Huo Sen looked heavy, and even the nurse lowered his head.

Zhou Hao's heart sank suddenly. He walked up to Huo Sen and asked softly, "Doctor Huo Sen, how is my father doing now?"

Huo Sen raised his eyes, his dark blue pupils were deep and heavy, and he said in a low voice, "There is no life problem for now, but unfortunately, your father's ability to speak may be deprived."

Huo Sen hesitated for a moment, and comforted, "Maybe it's because of the accumulation of blood clots in the brain, and the language function will be restored after the blood clots dissipate."

Zhou Hao's face was gloomy, and he nodded towards Huo Sen, "Thank you, Dr. Huo Sen."

"Then I'll leave first, and I'll come back to check in the evening."

Song Yanchu was also depressed, suddenly unable to speak alone.

Life is indeed fragile.

She held Zhou Hao's hand tightly, and said softly, "Don't worry too much, at least your life will be saved, and the treatment will continue later. Didn't Dr. Huo Sen say there is hope?"

Zhou Hao said "Yes" in a low voice, and took Song Yanchu to the ward to visit him.

Ren Wan invited two senior nurses, plus her and Zhou Xuyang, the ward seemed a little crowded.

Zhou Hao looked at the weak man on the hospital bed, stood silently for a while, and said in a low voice, "Dr. Huo Sen said that the operation was successful, but there was a blood clot left during the brain surgery, which will temporarily affect the language function. It will be fine if the blood clot dissipates later. Now, you pay attention to rest."

Zhou Wentao looked at Zhou Hao and closed his eyes, expressing his understanding.

On the sofa, Zhou Xuyang yawned, got up and walked out, "I've been on guard all night. Since the doctor said the operation was successful, I'll go home, take a shower and sleep."

"Xuyang..." Ren Wan looked at her son and frowned.

"Mom, I have dark circles under my eyes. If you don't sleep, your son will be lying on the hospital bed."

Ren Wan glared at Zhou Xuyang, "Don't talk nonsense, come back quickly after sleeping, your father needs someone to accompany you."

Zhou Xuyang nodded impatiently and walked out of the ward.

Zhou Wentao just woke up, and he is not allowed to eat yet. Two nurses are taking good care of him, and Ren Wan just sits by the side to accompany him.

Zhou Hao and Song Yanchu stayed in the ward for half an hour, and Zhou Hao got up to leave.

Ren Wan didn't speak, Zhou Wentao just stared at him closely, closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

It was still early, and Zhou Hao had to go back to the company to deal with some documents.

Song Yanchu didn't go to the studio, but went to the company with him, and had dinner outside after get off work.

The aunt who cooks at home took two days off to go back to her hometown.

After Zhou Hao finished his work, the two found a nearby restaurant for dinner.

After eating, I took a walk for a while before going home.

After Song Yanchu entered, she went directly to the guest room, ready to take her clothes and take a bath.

Zhou Hao yelled at her, his muscular figure stood in front of her, "Where are you going?"

Hearing the consultant's tone, Song Yanchu blushed unconsciously, pushed him away and wanted to enter the guest room, "It's so late, of course I have to go back to the room to take a shower and sleep, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Go to the master bedroom to wash." Zhou Hao took her hand and went to the master bedroom. "The bathtub in the guest room is small. It is inconvenient for you to take a bath. The bathroom in the master bedroom is large."

"All my clothes are here, and I'm used to it..." Song Yanchu refused in a low voice. To be honest, she also refused in her heart.

If it was like this every day, would she be pregnant soon? What about her studio?
And every day like this, she really can't bear it.

"I'll wash it in the guest room, you can go to the master bedroom, it's getting late, go to bed early!"

"How can a couple sleep in separate rooms." Zhou Hao wrapped her in his arms and bit her soft ear punishingly.

"Clothes and the like should be put in the master bedroom. Otherwise, there will be guests at home, and the closet will be full of the hostess's close-fitting pajamas, which is not suitable."

A burst of electricity came from the earlobe bitten by the man, and Song Yanchu almost fell into Zhou Hao's arms.

"I'm not in a hurry..."

"No, Xiao Song, I've been waiting for a long time." Zhou Hao pressed close to her ear, and his low-pitched and affectionate words passed into her ears word by word, and burned into her heart.

Suddenly, Song Yanchu flew into the air and was picked up by Zhou Hao.

"Let's wash together, save time, the bathroom is huge."

"I...I haven't got my clothes yet."

"There are bath towels in the bathroom, but it doesn't matter if you don't wear them, just wrap them tightly in the quilt when you come out."

"..." Song Yanchu blushed with embarrassment.

The man in a suit and leather shoes is rigorous and handsome, but his words are deep and lustful.

(End of this chapter)