Pamper your waist

Chapter 44 Make Her Feel Safe
She never made a fuss or even cried when he attacked her before.

After the incident, although she took sick leave, when she faced him, she was still the same as before, without any change.

Is it possible for a normal person to have no emotions at all?
It’s not like he didn’t believe it anyway.

This woman can be so forbearing and restrained. This alone cannot be underestimated.

Such people are hypocritical and terrible.

Sensing his gaze, An Yan raised her eyes and asked softly.

"Chu Hong, are you feeling better? Do you still want to drink water? Do you want to take a nap?"

Sheng Chuhong waved to her and motioned for her to sit next to him.

An Yan lowered her eyes, stood up obediently and moved over.

Sheng Chuhong wrapped her white and soft hands in his palms and kneaded them gently.

Her makeup today was much heavier than usual. Although it looked fine from a distance, when she was closer, she could still see a slight swelling on one cheek.

Sheng Chuhong lifted up her long hair that could be let down, revealing the covered scar.

Su Ri'an has begun to show signs of healing, but the wound is still very obvious.

He was rarely gentle and asked softly.

"Does it still hurt?"

An Yan said nothing, just shook her head slightly.

Her face is undoubtedly beautiful, and it is the kind that becomes more and more attractive the more you look at it.

Perhaps because she was drunk, Sheng Chuhong raised his hand and gently traced his fingertips from her wound to her cheek.

Inexplicably, he remembered that night long ago.

He suddenly turned over, came up to her, and imprisoned her on the sofa.

An Yan's face instantly turned crimson, and she clutched the hem of her skirt with both hands. There was an obvious panic in her eyes, and she hurriedly passed by.

She lowered her eyes and whispered.

"Chu Hong... I will go on stage to give a report later..."

"Besides...there are many people outside..."

The fragrance of the woman lingered around him. It was a light fragrance, a very clean and comfortable smell, which was inexplicably addictive.

Unlike that strong perfume smell, this fragrance belongs exclusively to the woman in front of her.

Sheng Chuhong felt that his nerves were being stirred up and down.

He leaned forward and buried his head in her slender neck.

After a long time, he raised his head, tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

"When the debriefing meeting is over, will you come back with me?"

He raised his hand and stroked her soft lips with his fingertips.

"What happened that day was my fault. I was too impulsive. No matter what, I shouldn't have done anything to you."

"I was just too angry, so I lost my sense of proportion. Please forgive me, okay?"

"Yanyan, maybe... I underestimated your importance in my heart before. I care about you more than I thought..."

Sheng Chuhong didn't take any further action, but the restlessness in his heart became more and more intense, and he couldn't control it no matter what.

He was unfamiliar with his reaction and confused at the same time.

He had never felt this way about this woman before, let alone being so uncontrollable.

What happened to him today?
Is it alcohol?

Will he fall down again in the same place again?
Before An Yan could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door, breaking up the charm of the room.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

She pushed him away and politely declined his invitation.

"Chu Hong, it should be my turn to take the stage. I'll go over first and you can rest for a while."

"I'm afraid I can't go there tonight, Aunt Song... I have something to do at home today, so I have to go back. When this is over, I have to go back and take care of my daughter..."

Anyan moving her daughter out at this time undoubtedly made Sheng Chuhong very unhappy.He frowned impatiently, dissatisfaction written on his face.

What he hates most is that she always talks about the child and has to make way for the child in everything.

What is the difference between her appearance and those yellow-faced women who hang around their children all day long?
What a disappointment!

"You have children all day long, do you have nothing else to do besides children now?"

"I really don't understand the point of hiring that nanny. In the end, you still have to do it yourself. Don't you even have time to go out?"

His eyes swept over An Yan, looking at her with her eyebrows lowered and obediently being scolded, and he suddenly lost interest.

Sheng Chuhong waved his hand impatiently.

"Forget it, just go do your thing."

After getting his permission, if An Yan was granted amnesty, she would naturally not stay for a moment.

She left the lounge as quickly as possible, and it wasn't until she stood in the corridor and closed the door that she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

She leaned against the wall and relaxed, and the suffocation in her heart gradually dissipated.

Anyan turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, she vigorously rubbed the hand that Sheng Chuhong had just touched. She didn't stop until her skin turned red.

Immediately afterwards, she took out another wet wipe and wiped her neck with the same force.

It looked like it was stained with something dirty.

She looked at the mark Sheng Chuhong had just left on her neck, her eyes darkened, and she felt sick in her heart.

Compared with his rough slap, what An Yan couldn't bear even more was his touching in any form.

She truly dislikes it from the bottom of her heart.

An Yan's wiping movements stopped suddenly, and she quietly looked at herself in the mirror.

She is obviously still the same age as a flower, and should be full of vitality, but she is already like an old tree that is about to wither.

Under the young skin, the soul seems to be dying.

Today, she lives like a walking corpse with an empty body.

When her father met such a tragic end, from that moment on, she must have been annihilated in the fire along with him.

His family was broken up, he was living under the shelter of others, and he was ridiculed all the time.

It seems that anyone can step on her, but she can only survive in the cracks.

After so many years, the fierce sea of ​​fire, her father's desperate roar, the woman's humiliating cry, and her daughter's weak cry were still lingering in her heart.

It lingered like a nightmare, leaving her unable to breathe for a moment.

The cold water splashed onto her hands, bringing back her wandering thoughts.

Anyan lowered her head and gently turned off the faucet.

When she raised her eyes again, she had returned to her usual calm and cool look.

Some masks, once worn, may never be taken off again.

She straightened her dress, turned around, opened the door and left.

……

An Yan did not take the elevator, but walked slowly along the stairs towards the venue upstairs.

She deliberately walked lightly and did not trigger the voice-activated light.

She liked the feeling of being surrounded by darkness, it made her feel safe.

Halfway there, she suddenly smelled a faint smell of tobacco wafting in the air.

An Yan looked up and saw a slender figure standing lazily against the wall a few steps down from the second floor exit.

There was a small spot of light on his fingertips, which flickered brightly and disappeared.

Obviously, that's where the tobacco smell comes from.

(End of this chapter)