After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 26 026: It's so casual

The pain in his back made him a little uncomfortable, but seeing the worried look in her eyes, he suddenly laughed: "Su Yang, I don't see it, you are so thin and you are quite strong."

His bright smile jumped into her apricot eyes, causing her to relax for a moment, as if it was the first time since marriage that he saw him smile so genially and wanton.

"Who told you to open the door suddenly, I don't blame you for scaring me." His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, Su Yang pretended to be calm and lifted him up from the ground, tilted his head and glanced at his back and his injured After confirming that it was the same, he withdrew his hand: "Go to the meeting! I want to sleep for the meeting."

"Well, good." The man smiled, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked away.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed again, Su Yang's body relaxed and raised his hand to caress the beating heart.

When he just fell to the ground, the image of him protecting her above also appeared in his mind, Su Yang's red lips pursed lightly, and her heart seemed to be bewitched for a moment.

After a simple tidying up, Su Yang took off his makeup, took a shower, and then fell comfortably on the bed, taking a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, the twilight came and the lights came on, and the huge room was illuminated by the neon lights refracted from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Su Yang opened his eyes in a daze and moved slightly, only to realize that he was restrained, his back was in a hard and warm embrace, and the tip of his nose was lingering with a faint fragrance of green wood.

Su Yang's brain crashed for two seconds, and when she looked back, a vaguely familiar silhouette was reflected in her apricot eyes, and her heart beat violently, instinctively wanting to push him away.

"Hey...it hurts."

The man frowned, his hoarse voice a little dull and tired.

Su Yang paused, resting on his chest: "When... when did you come here?"

Rong Zhan still closed his eyes, bent his hand under her neck to wrap her in his arms, and gently pressed the top of her hair with his lower jaw: "Don't move, the wound hurts, I'll sleep again, I didn't sleep last night. "

Su Yang pursed his lips and listened to the steady breathing sound close at hand. In the darkness, two faint blushes appeared on his cheeks.

She never rejected his embrace, but felt a rare sense of security.

After staying for more than half an hour, Su Yang could feel that he had fallen into a deep sleep, so he wanted to withdraw from her arms, but he was afraid of getting the wound on his palm, so he moved very carefully.

After finally removing the hand that was on his waist, Su Yang was about to withdraw when his shoulders were suddenly shackled and pressed back into his arms again.

"Don't go."

The man's hand wrapped his arms around her slender waist again, with a little more strength than before, and murmured two scales vaguely, the pain in the palm of his hand made him curl up slightly.

Su Yang's whole body was stuck in front of his chest, and his body became stiff, his face full of entanglement and melancholy.

"...Rong Zhan."

"Ok?"

"I...want to go to the bathroom."

"..."

The room suddenly fell into silence, Su Yang only felt a little embarrassed, and before she could figure out how to speak, the arms around her suddenly loosened a little, Rong Zhanping turned over and raised his hand to block his eyes.

Su Yang lifted the quilt, turned on the light by the bedside, turned around and glanced at the man, and went to the bathroom.

After coming out, Su Yang checked the time on her phone, only to realize that Zhuang Jiao had sent her several WeChat messages in the afternoon. After reading the content, she hesitated, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and noticed that he was hanging over her forehead. His palms were glowing bright red, and his expression tightened.

"Rong Zhan, Rong Zhan."

Putting down the phone, Su Yang sat on the edge of the bed, calling softly.

"Ok?"

Rong Zhan also didn't fall asleep completely. His sleep has always been shallow, and it is difficult to fall asleep except when he is very tired and exhausted. It is only since he married Su Yang that his sleep quality has improved.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence, but gradually he realized that it was because of Su Yang that he slept significantly better than before.

Therefore, he also misses the time when he can get a good night's sleep and the time he spends with Su Yang.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Rong Zhan slowly opened his eyes, his well-versed black eyes were slightly calm, reflecting her delicate and pretty face, out of the corner of the eye glanced at the injured palm, and sat up with one hand: "Well, a bit."

"Did you get a wound when you just slept?"

"It should be." Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows and lengthened the ending with a profound meaning.

Su Yang blinked lightly, realizing that his words seemed a bit ambiguous, and stood up awkwardly: "Then do you want to take off the gauze and take a look at the wound?"

Rong Zhan rubbed his temples, lifted the quilt and got up, grabbed her wrist and walked out of the room, sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand, raised his eyes and gestured at her.

Su Yang was dumbfounded. First, he took the medicine he brought back from the hospital in the afternoon, and then took the medicine box that the hotel brought. He sat on the coffee table in front of him, gently held his hand, and looked at the red gauze on the gauze. , frowned slightly.

After gently opening the gauze, Su Yang felt a trace of pain in his heart when he saw that the stitched wound under the palm of his hand had been covered with bright red blood, and couldn't help but look up at him.

"You just... were you staring at me?" Rong Zhan asked with an incredible smile.

Su Yang's face was cold, and he kept silent. He carefully helped him clean up the wound, then applied the medicine again, and wrapped the gauze.

Rong Zhan leaned forward slightly and stared at her quietly. The bottom of his deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of birthday tenderness. Even though there was always a faint pain in the wound, he never retracted his hand, let alone squeaked.

As a result, when he saw that the back of his hand was tied into a bow, he almost collapsed: "Can't you change the knot?"

"Is there a problem?" Su Yang glanced lightly, and calmly put away the gauze and medicine box: "If you don't like it, tie it yourself."

Rong Zhan looked at her back in confusion, thinking that he had offended her by saying something wrong just now?

"Is your computer convenient? Lend me to use it." Su Yang walked back and asked quietly.

"You use."

"password."

"Four threes."

Su Yang raised his head and glanced at him, the password was quite casual.

Opening the computer's page, there were only a few neatly arranged archive files and two or three necessary software. After opening the mailbox, Su Yang logged into his account and carefully checked the attachments sent by Zhuang Hao.

"What would you like to eat at night?" Rong Zhan leaned on the back of the sofa, looking at her beautiful and serious profile, and unconsciously stroked the bow on the back of the other hand.

"Well, it's fine."

Su Yang stared at the computer screen and returned nonchalantly.

After simply ordering a meal with his mobile phone and the hotel, Rong Zhan tilted his head slightly and turned his eyes to the computer screen: "What are you looking at?"

(End of this chapter)