Pamper your waist

Chapter 11 is cousin Sheng Yanchen
The acquaintance smiled and said, "I guess I'm afraid you will be bullied."

An Yan knew that Sheng Hongchu had come and was in the same hotel with her, so she immediately went back to the hotel to find someone.

She planned to have a good talk with the other party, whether it was business or private matters.

In the evening, I just returned to the hotel,
She called Sheng Hongchu in the hotel lobby, but the other party didn't answer. An Yan contacted the front desk. After the front desk called to inquire, she got permission and told An Yan the room number.

She got on the elevator and arrived at the door of the hotel room. The door was not closed, so she walked in directly.

The room was extremely dark, no lights were turned on, the sky was getting dark, and there was wind blowing in from outside the window.

Feeling a little chilly, she walked over to close the window, then turned around and saw someone sitting on the sofa.

The light was dim, and the man was sitting in a lonely posture, with a slender figure. There was a wine glass and a bottomed bottle of red wine on the table in front of him.

An Yan looked carefully and asked softly: "Second brother?"

Sheng Yanchen looked up at her with a heavy face.

The collar of the shirt was wrinkled and the wine in the wine glass spilled on the floor. An Yan felt something was wrong.

"Well, I thought it was Hongchu, that's why I came in. I'm sorry."

Just as she was about to leave, Sheng Yanchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Anyan."

There was something strange in her heart, and An Yan was a little stunned.

Sheng Yanchen stood up, and the dark shadow in front of An Yan gradually grew taller.

His voice was low, "Didn't you say you owe me a favor? How about now?"

Sheng Yanchen's behavior was a little abnormal, and An Yan felt a little uneasy and nervous. Under the dim light, his expression was a little gloomy.

"Second brother, let go. If anyone sees us, they will misunderstand us."

Not only did Sheng Yanchen not let go, but he held on tighter, "Misunderstanding?"

It could be smelled that he had drank a lot, his breath smelled of alcohol, and he was in a bad mood.

Although I owed him a favor, the door was open. If any colleagues came in from outside, they would definitely misunderstand what they were like.

"Then let me go first."

Worried that he was acting recklessly because he drank too much, An Yan hurriedly broke away and used some strength.

But Sheng Yanchen seemed to be really drunk. He staggered back a few steps, but he didn't let go. The two of them fell on the sofa together.

He fell onto the sofa, and An Yan fell into his arms.

The man's arms were warm and strong to the touch, but she was angry and annoyed. She struggled to get up, but was pinned down by his arms on her waist.

An Yan hit him several times angrily. She didn't know if it hurt, so he let go.

She stood up hurriedly, turned around and ran out.

After taking a few steps, she seemed to have kicked something. She took a closer look and saw that it was Sheng Yanchen's eye drops.

She paused and looked back to see Sheng Yanchen lying motionless on the sofa.

Realizing something was wrong, An Yan picked up the eye drops and said, "You can't see again?"

Sheng Yanchen didn't say anything. He stood up and sat up. He touched the cigarette case and lighter on the table and took a bite.

"Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood? Why don't you leave quickly?"

Sheng Yanchen frowned, lit the lighter, and looked at the flames for a long time.

An Yan took the eye drops and suddenly saw him throwing away his cigarette and lighter, getting up and walking towards the room.

An Yan took a few steps forward and said, "Second brother, wait!"

She turned around and closed the door, walked to Sheng Yanchen, pulled his shirt sleeves and walked towards the room.

"I'll take you in."

Sheng Yanchen did not refuse and allowed himself to be pulled forward.

When they got to the room, An Yan poured a glass of water and handed it to him, "Do you want to go to the hospital? Is it serious?"

Sheng Yanchen was sitting on the bed, his expression was very bad, and he looked very serious.An Yan opened the eye drop bottle and said, "Your phone keeps flashing. It's Lin Yichen's call."

Sheng Yanchen found the phone and stuffed it directly under the pillow. He was not in the mood to answer the phone now.

An Yan knelt on the bed with one knee on the ground and put one foot on the ground to support him, planning to give him eye drops.

Because he didn't control it well, the eye drops spilled and slid down his cheeks.

An Yan unconsciously stretched out her hand to wipe it, and her slender fingers touched his face. Only then did she realize that it was not appropriate to do so, and she retracted her hand.

Sheng Yanchen didn't react at all and sat quietly.

An Yan stood up, got a tissue, and gently wiped the lotion on his face.

Looking into his eyes, he forgot to pay attention to the distance.

Sheng Yanchen looked at her and said calmly, "You just gave me eye drops, why are you blushing?"

An Yan's face turned even redder, "No... no..."

"Then why are your fingers hot?"

Sheng Yanchen raised his hand and just touched her hand.

An Yan nervously took the eye drops, calmed herself down, and helped him finish the drops on the other side.

After instilling the eye drops, he closed his eyes and rested, smelling of alcohol.

After a while, he got up and walked to the bathroom.

An Yan was about to remind him that there was a threshold in the bathroom when she saw Sheng Yanchen unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and taking it off directly.

Strongly muscled, strong and well defined.

Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at her.

"What, you still want to watch me enter the bathroom?"

An Yan choked, feeling that this person was deliberately being slippery again, so she turned around and left in anger.

Sheng Yanchen ignored her and went into the bathroom to turn on the hot water.

Just as he reached the door, the phone rang suddenly.

An Yan opened it and saw that it was Lin Yichen.

While answering the phone, she stuck her head out of the door and took a look to avoid meeting acquaintances. It was late at night and she walked out of Sheng Yanchen's room again. If others saw it, they would not think of the best.

On the other side of the phone, Lin Yichen sounded anxious.

"An Yan, Yanchen should have gone back from socializing at this time, but his phone has been unreachable. I'm a little worried. He happens to be staying in the same hotel as you. Can you do me a favor and take a look?"

An Yan was hesitant to tell Lin Yichen directly, but wouldn't it mean that she and Sheng Yanchen were together?

"Yanchen's eyes were injured before, and he has serious sequelae. He may suddenly lose sight of things. This may be why I can't contact him. If something happens, can you help me check it out?"

The person on the phone was really anxious, and An Yan couldn't refuse, so she could only agree.

"I'll go take a look right now. Don't worry too much. It should be fine."

"Thank you so much. He wasn't very happy with his cousin at Sheng's house a few days ago, and he's not in good condition these days. It's really worrying."

The cousin Lin Yichen mentioned was Sheng Yanchen's father.

The unpleasantness Lin Yichen mentioned was probably the day she begged Sheng Yanchen to help take Aunt Song in to pick up her daughter.

She also heard a little bit about Sheng Yanchen and Sheng's father. Sheng's father had an illegitimate child when he was young, but he was ashamed of it.

Later, Sheng Hongchu was seriously ill and had no medical treatment, so Sheng's father took Sheng Yanchen back to the Sheng family.

In fact, it was not a pick-up, but a blatant robbery, but Sheng Yanchen's mother was not taken back together.

When he was brought to the Sheng family, Sheng Yanchen was just like a decoration. Later, Sheng Hongchu recovered, and Sheng's father still focused on his eldest son, and Sheng Yanchen was like a free rein.

So, when Sheng Yanchen saw his daughter being snatched away by the Sheng family but not taking good care of him that day, was he thinking of his own childhood?
(End of this chapter)